He sounded possessive. Extremely possessive. Ecstasy trembled through her and she didn’t know why, but she slid her hands up his hard abdomen and eased his shirt off his powerful shoulders. “Just you. All my other special friends were busy.”
“Ahhh. Then I’m so glad I passed on all those other offers, too.”
She didn’t laugh. She couldn’t. Instead she felt a wave of jealousy rise within her, followed by a harsh wave of longing so intense that she couldn’t wait a single second more wondering what his lips felt like. She’d wondered at nineteen … at twenty … at twenty-one.… She wondered now what would have happened if she hadn’t been so afraid of what she felt.…
It felt right to wrap her arms around his neck and set her mouth on his lips, like she’d spent years waiting for it, as right as breathing. He was motionless as though afraid she would reject him again, so she dared to lick his lips as soon as she could, and he shuddered, a tremor rushing along his muscled body. Suddenly he parted open and the kiss became his, and he took control of it so fiercely her senses spun.
Her head fell back under the onslaught, sustained only by his fists on her hair, his lips firm and pressing hers apart so his tongue could probe her, taste her. She hadn’t expected the taste of his kiss to release such a deep need inside her, but her entire body was shaken with tremors when he grabbed her closer to his hard body and pushed her lips apart even wider.
Her brain shut down as he roughly suckled the flesh of her lower lip into his mouth, and she couldn’t help but go inside his mouth, greedy and thirsty. He groaned; she loved it. Felt it in her core, her womb.
She’d never kissed anyone so primitively, so instinctively. He tasted indescribably male. Dark, somehow, like espresso. He dragged his mouth to her ear, his voice like she had never heard it before.
“Come here and let me enjoy my new toy, Monica.”
He gripped her waist in his big hands and lifted her in the air until her breasts were on his mouth. He nipped one nipple with his lips, the flimsy peignoir proving no barrier against his sudden kiss, the dampness of his mouth. A moan rose unbidden within her as he turned to nip the other one.
His mouth engulfed it with the fabric and everything, and her senses honed in on his heat, his tongue … all of her mind became engaged at once. A tremor rushed through her, her body aloft in the air, her only contact to this earth were his hands on her waist and the burning heat of his mouth, going from one nipple, to the other, dampening her through the fabric. Her pussy was on fire.
She felt, almost in slow motion, as he started lowering her, her partly naked body sliding down the length of his to feel the forceful strength of his chest, the iron bulge of his erection.
Unwilling to let go, her legs curled and tightened around his hips before she hit the floor, her arms tight around his neck as she pressed her face into his. “You know, I have a bed,” she whispered, and he filled his hands with the firm flesh of her bottom, anchoring her to him as he carried her across the hall in the most rousingly sexy thing any man had ever done for her. “The last room,” she murmured breathlessly.
He smelled good, so good she wanted to bury her nose in his neck, his hair. He set her at the edge of the mattress and spread open her peignoir with almost brusque, eager hands, and her blood surged at his touch, from her fingertips to her toes.
His blond head was bent as he unfastened one more string tied around her middle, his eyelashes two half moons against his cheekbones, his lips perfection. Full and fleshy, perfectly formed. She creamed as he inched back and tossed the flimsy nightgown aside, Monica naked for his perusal.
Quietly engrossed with his expression of pure, unabashed lust, she watched him stroke an open hand up her stomach, then he circled his thumb around her belly button before he bent to lick.
Her breasts became heavy and swollen, the nipples straining pink and forward, and then Daniel set one slow, dry kiss on each wanton nipple tip. She was so aroused by the time he lifted his head, he could’ve set off a thousand fireworks inside her the very instant he penetrated her.
With heavy-lidded eyes, he gazed down at the apex between her legs, parting them nimbly with his hands, surveying the pink petals already glistening with arousal. “No problems making mental lists now, do we…?” he murmured.
He touched her slick lips with his fingertip, the touch sending new spirals of bliss surging through her.
She was aware of the fabric of his shirt caressing his skin as he moved, the way his cock pressed a bulge into his pants and almost touched her at the knee. She noticed the pair of candles she’d lit on her nightstands and suddenly felt like she flickered on the inside, deep inside, like them, slowly burning for him.
She watched him stand back and work on his belt. Him. Prince of the Windy City. She remembered him coming apart for her. Climaxing all raw and undone. In his clothes. Under her hand.
It hurt to remember, and she squirmed, her breathing suddenly going fast and needy as he pushed off his dark dress slacks, designer belt and all.
Her eyes blurred at the sight of his erection. Every square of his abdomen was perfect, his navel smooth and flat as it led to a blond thatch of curls, a shade darker than his hair, from where he rose magnificently upward. Her nipples became hard as diamonds, the flesh of her sex swelling as she watched him reach to the nightstand and pull out an ice cube shaped like a half moon from a glass of water she’d brought to her bedroom just after texting him.
Anticipation made her heart thunder as she watched him slide it into his mouth. Weak, she fell back on the bed as he bent over her, one of his knees wedged between both her thighs, his arms folded at the sides of her head. She shuddered when their lips locked and he passed the ice to her, hot and cold and liquid, into her mouth. Sensations rushed through her as their tongues worked around the ice to taste each other.
He drew it back from her with a gentle suckle, then took it in his fingers and set it down on one hard nipple, circling. She gasped, a chilling pleasure lancing through her. “Ohh.”
He did the same with the other nipple, watching with tenderly violent green eyes that ate her up like he could survive on the vision of her getting all worked up with arousal.
She bucked as the cold clashed with the heat inside her, creating a powerful combo that caused all the cells in her body to burst awake to the sensations. Her hands fisted on the bed sheets at her sides as a shiver raced, hot and cold, down her spine. “Ohhhhh.”