He bent his head. Took one nipple—and her wet shirt—into his mouth. She gasped at the contact and arched closer to him. Her hips rocked restlessly because she needed him. Wanted him inside her. “Joel! You’re making me go wild!”
“Good.” A deep rumble. “That’s the way I’ve been since I met you.” He scooped her into his arms. Carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, and she sank into the soft mattress.
“I’m going to get everything wet…” Her words trailed away at the look in his eyes.
“I want you wet. Wet and ready.” He leaned over the bed—over her—like some kind of hungry lion.
I think he’s going to eat me up.
His fingers curled around her shorts. He yanked them down. Stared at her. “No panties.”
“I told you I wasn’t wearing them. I wasn’t lying—”
His fingers went between her legs. Pushed into her sex. Two long, strong fingers and a quick cry of pleasure escaped her. He pulled his thrusting fingers back. Pressed his thumb to her clit. Began to stroke her faster and harder.
Then he stopped.
Just…stopped. “Joel!” He’d taken his fingers away. Why had—
His hands were now on her thighs. He shoved them farther apart. He bent down and put his mouth on her.
She grabbed the covers. Held tight. His wicked tongue felt so good. Rough and warm and the way he was lapping at her…Licking. Stroking. Tasting her so completely…
She came. Cried out his name.
He kept tasting her. Her legs were splayed over his shoulders, and she didn’t even remember putting them up there. Maybe he had. Maybe…
Who cares?
He lifted his head. Joel stared at her with a dark gaze that burned straight to her soul.
Her breath heaved out even as her heart raced. She was still gripping the covers. His hands curled around her legs. Lowered them to the bed. Aftershocks of pleasure hummed through her, and she watched—silently—as he eased away from her and moved toward the nightstand.
He was still wearing his jeans.
Those needed to go.
He opened the nightstand. Pulled out a foil packet. Gripped it. Glanced at her.
“What exactly are you waiting for?” Chloe asked him as she pushed onto her elbows. “Some fancy invitation? If so, consider that invitation sent. It was sent several moments ago when I was chanting your name.”
A faint smile curved his lips as he turned back toward her.
She sat up and reached for his jeans. “These are entirely in the way.” She unhooked the button, pulled down the zipper, and his cock sprang toward her. Heavy, full. Her fingers tightened around him. She squeezed and stroked. Enjoyed the way he felt. So hot and hard beneath her grip. So she squeezed again. Stroked more. Leaned even closer to him.
“Baby, if I don’t come in you right now, I will lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that.” She blew lightly over his cock. “I rather enjoy your mind.”
Things happened very quickly after that. His jeans vanished. He sheathed his dick in the condom, and she found herself beneath him on the bed. He pushed at the entrance of her body. She was slick and ready, but ever so sensitive from her recent orgasm, and when he thrust inside of her, Chloe’s whole body tensed.
“You…okay? Chloe?”
“Far better than okay.” She scraped her nails down his back. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Laughter. Rough. Ragged. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Great. Wonderful.
He withdrew. Thrust deep. Their bodies heaved together and there was no more talking or laughing. There was panting. Moaning. Her head tipped back against the pillow as she tightened her sex around him. Squeezed hard.
“Fucking perfect.”
The second orgasm blasted through her body. Even longer and stronger than the first. She was shuddering and gasping and probably doing some serious damage with her nails, but there was no control. She couldn’t pull herself back.
And she didn’t want to pull back.
He was with her. His hands gripped her hips. Joel’s hold was strong. Possessive. He lifted her up. Positioned her so that he could plunge as deep and hard into her as he wanted.
As she wanted.
She was staring into his eyes when the release hit him. She saw the faint gold in his eyes burn ever hotter with pleasure. Primal satisfaction hardened his features. She couldn’t look away. She could feel the tremors in his body. The jerk of his cock inside of her.
Her hand lifted. Touched his cheek. Her fingers slid toward his mouth. Lightly traced the faint scar that sliced his lip.