“Those can go, too,” she said.
“Can they?” He nuzzled her hip, then used his teeth to drag one side of her underwear down, kissing the area he’d bared. She smelled like cinnamon and hot, musky sexual desire, and he couldn’t wait to put his mouth on her.
He pressed a kiss to her hip, then rolled his tongue along the soft juncture between her thigh and her sex. She moaned, her body wriggling against his mouth. And when he flicked his tongue against her clit, she arched backward, driving against his face.
She was soft here, giving her body to him in every way, telling him without words what she needed. This was where tough Stella melted into softness, and as he licked the length of her, she whimpered—the sweetest sound.
He wanted her to come, to give over to him completely. But he also wanted her teetering right on the edge, just like him. It had been a long time since he’d been with her, and he wanted both of them to orgasm when he was inside her.
So he took her there one lick at a time, feeling her body, remembering every taste, every scent, every way she moved until he knew she was close. Then he pulled back and stood.
She lifted her head, her eyes dazed with passion. He leaned over her, pulling off her shirt, unhooking her bra so he could slide it down her arms. He took a taste of her nipples, pulling one peak into his mouth for a long suck.
“Goddamnit, Trick,” she whispered, grasping his head to hold him to her breast. “Do that again.”
He did, on the other side, drawing her nipple into his mouth, teasing her until she yanked his hair.
“Stop.”
He withdrew.
“Too much?” he asked, hovering over her.
“God, no. Too good. I need you inside me.”
Good to know they both wanted the same thing.
He took her hand and pulled her up, then walked with her into his bedroom. She fell onto her back on his bed and he reached into the nightstand for a condom.
“Always ready, aren’t you?”
He shed his jeans and the rest of his clothes, then handed her the packet.
“For you? Yeah. Always.”
Chapter Five
Stella drew in a breath at the sight of Trick standing over her. Naked, his erection prominent, his body a fucking work of art, all she could do was stare and appreciate that tonight he was hers again.
As he climbed onto the bed, she reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around his length. She tore open the condom wrapper and applied it, then scooted down the bed.
There had never been any awkwardness between her and Trick. From the first night, it was if they had known each other forever. Their chemistry had been hot and instantaneous, and it had continued like that until they’d lost touch. And now, months and months later, they picked up right where they had left off, knowing each other’s bodies, their likes and dislikes. And as he parted her legs and slid inside her, she ached with the knowledge that this was a man she was connected to beyond just the physical.
No. She was not emotionally connected to Trick. She couldn’t be¸ because she wouldn’t allow it. He was fun and sexy and damn good in bed, and as she lifted and her body responded, she focused on that and that alone, because it was all she’d let herself have.
But oh, it was so good, the way he mastered her body, the way his hands glided over her hips and butt, clenching and arching her toward him so he could thrust deeper, giving her the ultimate in pleasure. Because the one thing she’d always loved—or rather liked—about Trick was that he made sure she got hers first.
He dropped his pelvis and ground against her. Every synapse in her brain exploded, sending pleasure right to her clit.
She lifted her gaze to his, arching against him, needing more. “Yes. That makes me come.”
He gave her a supremely confident smile. “I know. I feel your pussy tighten around me when I do that, and it feels so goddamn good.”
But he was still a man who liked to tease, to prolong the action to make sure that when she went off, she went wild. So he withdrew, easing out, then slowly inching back in.
“Trick,” she warned, wanting to feel that deeper connection.
“Like this?” he asked.
And then he was there again, meeting her stroke for stroke, until she had no words left, because all she could do was hold on. Her world was rocking on its axis, then shattering all around her. She quaked with the force of it, dug her nails into his shoulders, and cried out with the power of her orgasm. Trick was right there with her, his mouth buried against her neck, causing chills to erupt all over her skin. And when he thrust over and over, groaning against her when he came, she held tight to him and closed her eyes, just feeling him as he rocked against her until he settled.
It was always like this with them. So fun at the beginning, and then so intense it shook her to her very core. But Trick was like a drug, and no matter how many times she left his place and she swore it was going to be the last time, she knew she’d want more.
He was very dangerous, but she was a strong woman. She’d walked away from him before, and she could do it again.
She would do it again.
Trick withdrew and left to dispose of the condom, then climbed onto the bed and pulled her against his chest. Unlike a lot of men, he didn’t seem to have a problem with holding her after sex. Usually she was the one who was disconnected, needing that emotional distance. Tonight, though, she’d allow it. She enjoyed being back in his arms again.
“Hungry for that pizza now?” he asked as he smoothed his hands up and down her stomach.
“Stop. We are not having pizza.”
“Look at your stomach. You look undernourished.”
She laughed. “Trust me. I eat plenty. I have to or I’d pass out during rehearsals. I could use a little protein, though. You’ve depleted my reserves.”
He rolled her over onto her back, then raised her arms above her head, pinning them with his hand. A rush of pleasure enveloped her.
“Is that right? If I depleted them a little more, can we order a pizza?”
He nibbled around her nipple, licked it, flicked it with his tongue, then devoured it with his mouth. Heated pleasure enveloped her.
“If you keep doing that, you can have anything you want.”
He lifted his head. “Oh, I’m just getting started. By the time I’m done, we’re going to have breadsticks, too.”
“Give it your best shot.”
He moved his hand between her legs, teasing her with his fingers. She wanted to touch him, but he still held her wrists with one hand, leaving her helpless. Not that she minded, especially with the way he stroked her with easy movements, coaxing her arousal. And when he dipped a finger inside her, she was already hot and ready to come again.