dragged my briefs and jeans to my thighs, and swallowed my cock down the back of his throat. “Jeremiah!” It came out loud and keening, raw and ragged with need, and I twisted my fingers into his hair and held tight as he sucked and laved, licked the underside, took hold of my balls, and then took me to the root again, the suction more than I could bear. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want you inside me.”
“Oh, I’ll be inside,” he promised with a leer.
He was carnal promise and wicked intent, and my back bowed as he took me in deep and I came hard. I was gone, checked out of my body for long moments, shuddering, panting, and when I came back to myself, I realized my shoes were off, my clothes discarded, all of it in a pile at my feet.
He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his tongue as it rubbed over mine. When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, amazed at the power and strength in the man as he carried me effortlessly into our room and tossed me onto the bed, then followed me down and covered me with all that hot, smooth skin.
“You had plans,” I managed to get out, trying to tease him, but it wasn’t easy to carry off when my flagging cock was hardening again with his weight on me, his callused hands sliding over my skin, and the ravenous kisses.
“I did.” The lazy, sexy grin and the deep, gravelly sound of his voice flushed me with stinging heat.
“Take off your clothes,” I begged him, and he stood, staring at me, never looking away. I held his gaze, something I’d never been able to do before, until he was naked, there at the end of the bed, in all his tanned perfection. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered, because every inch of the man was utterly mouthwatering. His wide shoulders and chiseled abs, the hard-muscled thighs, a chest that needed to be on book covers, hands that drove me wild, and his eyes, now heavy-lidded as he stared at me with absolute yearning, I was a goner. I was all his.
He was chuckling as he climbed onto the bed, holding himself above me as he reached me, only his lips touching mine. “I’ve never kissed anyone as much as I’ve kissed you.”
Each drugging slide of his lips made me writhe under him, my hands on his nipples, on his pectorals, gliding down his stomach and reaching for his cock. It was like a velvet club in my hand, thick and long and leaking precum I smeared over the tip. “Good, because I love kissing you. I loved it the first night, and I love it now.”
It hit me then that he’d never had boyfriends. He’d never made love before. His experience with sex was with strangers, which didn’t often lead to the intimacy that was kissing. Did he ever let himself go, or was he always careful and contained? We’d both been living in the past; I was reticent to trust, and he was being careful not to lose me. But I was on solid ground, and he was slowly finding his own. While my issues had been with my heart and head, and both were aligned now, his were with his heart and body. I’d claimed his heart, but his body was still living in the past, where it had been for sale.
He bent to take my mouth again.
“Did you break your rule with me?” I asked instead of lifting for him.
“My rule?”
“In bed, with clients?”
His scowl was instant and dark. “I don’t wanna talk about––”
“But I do,” I made clear, stroking his cock.
His breath caught as his hips snapped forward, instinctively driving his length into my grip, needing more friction.
“I don’t need to be seduced; I belong to you. I’m yours.” He sank down over me, all that muscle and smooth, warm, sleek skin pressed to mine, our cocks sliding together, slippery with precum.
“Tell me,” I ordered, bending my knees and rubbing my feet over his calves.
“Yes.” His gaze was molten. “I broke all my rules that night.”
“When you kissed me?”
“Yes.” The word a mere whisper.
“When you stayed?”
He shivered, and I got a nod.
“I wanted you to come inside me that first time. I wanted to feel all the heat and wet in my ass and on my thighs, and I want that now, forever, because you’re only