he’d built up so much in his head that he was afraid it would be nothing at all like he hoped.
He crowded close behind her as she swiped the keycard, unlocking the door. Her half-shy smile over her shoulder at him helped dispel the unfounded fears, and then they were inside and the door closed behind them.
Bane took her hand and led her to the bed, seating himself as she moved to stand between his knees.
He cradled her hand in both of his, exploring the lines and angles of her fingers and knuckles, lifting it to his mouth as he lavished attention on each digit. Without looking up, he wanted to make sure he had her attention. “Baby?”
“Yeah, Bane?” Breathy and airy, her response exposed her arousal from something as simple as this.
“How you doin’? Was a busy day, yeah?” Her fingers trembled in his hands.
“It was a day, for sure. I’m okay, though. Better now.”
“I wanna make love to you.” He drew her thumb into his mouth and sucked hard, rolling his tongue around the tip. Pulling off with a pop, he told her, “Wanna kiss you all over, take my time, crawl between your legs and use all my tricks to make you feel good in all the ways I know how.” Pressing his lips to her palm, he drew her hand across his face, then looked up. “If you aren’t down for that, tell me now, baby.”
“I’m down.” She edged closer, her knees between his thighs. “Please, Bane.”
“Okay, then.” He rubbed his cheek against her belly, kissing and mouthing through her shirt. “Lose the jacket and boots. You do your part and I’ll do the rest.” She stepped back as he levered off the bed, looming over her before he swooped in for a hard, fast kiss. “Hurry, baby.”
By the time she had struggled off both boots and hung up the jacket, Bane was nude and reclining on the bed. He didn’t want anything coming between them if he could help it. She turned and froze, staring at his half-hard dick, her perfect mouth opening and closing.
“Come on over here, Myrt. I don’t bite.” When her gaze landed on his face, he winked at her. “Hard, at least.” She approached the bed, and he held out a hand, beckoning her on. “That’s it.” Her lips stretched in a strained smile and he jackknifed, bending to meet her halfway. Hooking his hands under her arms, he pulled her onto the bed as he fell backwards, dragging her on top of him. The pressure against his dick was exquisite, verging on painful but lost in the perfection of knowing she was with him in this thing between them.
Fingers to the hem of her shirt, he lifted and she moved her arms, arching her body until he could remove it. Her bra was next, a deft flick of his fingers defeating the clasp, and he dragged the straps down each arm, flinging it to the side as he had her shirt.
He pulled in a steadying breath as he stared at her. Hooking his hands under her arms again, he dragged her higher until he could worship her breasts. Mouth and fingers, tongue and teeth, he teased and sucked until she called his name on a hoarse shout. She’d propped herself up with a hand on either side of his head, and he watched her arms shake with the effort to stay still. His hands roamed at will, skating along her sides before curling around her back to draw his nails gently along her backbone, tips of his fingers rising and falling with each vertebra. She dropped her head forwards, heavy braid falling over one shoulder, and he couldn’t wait. Needed to see her with her hair down, spread out beneath him, naked and wanting.
Bane flipped them, and her cry of surprise made him bury his chuckle between her breasts. Her palms measured the width of his shoulders, curling down and around his biceps, then back up. When he nuzzled a nipple again, her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping and holding him in place, proof and testimony to how much she was liking everything he’d done so far. Oh yeah. He pushed up to his knees, straddling one of her legs as he worked the clasp of her belt and thumbed the buttons on her jeans. He was trying to remember why he’d found them sexy only hours ago. Hip-hugging and form-fitting looked great but were hell to remove. Bane