“No one?”
I shook my head.
“Put their mouth on you?” he went on.
“Vance!” I exclaimed.
“Answer me, god dammit!” he clipped, his eyes flashing, the intensity escalating and my heart began to race.
“No!” I yelled, confused and beginning to get freaked right the hell out.
When I said no he moved quickly, yanking my body to him and his arms went around me tight, his mouth came down on mine in a hot and heavy, full-on-tongue-action kiss.
It took my breath away.
He pulled away but only to yank my nightgown over my head and throw it aside. I noticed his nakedness then, forgetting my own, and stared in amazement at his body for the second he gave me before it was against mine, pressing me to the wall, hands everywhere, mouth on mine.
My belly was fluttering again, wildly, and I went with it, exploring his skin with my hands.
Okay, so, maybe I was wrong about my virginal status being a turn off.
It was out of control, even though we’d just finished, we started again and it was not like before. I thought that had been intense but this was. It was violent, unrestrained, we were all over each other and it was f**king amazing.
Within minutes I was alternately panting, kissing him, tasting his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders and my hands were running over his ass when he bent, lifted my leg, swung it around his hip and slammed into me.
My head went back when he filled me and cracked against the wall.
He heard it, picked me up with his hands at my behind, still inside me. I wrapped my legs around his h*ps and my arms around his shoulders. He moved us into the hall, his head tilted back and mine tipped down, our mouths locked together.
He went to his knee on the floor and dropped me to my back. He moved over me, I kept my legs and arms around him and he started immediately moving inside me, hard, fast, deep, my body jolting with his thrusts. It felt good, beyond good, straight to magnificent.
His hands went to the sides of my head, fingers in my hair and he looked down at me while he moved. I tried to kiss him but he dodged my mouth.
“Never,” he said, his voice gruff, his h*ps stopping their thrusts and grinding into me.
“Never what?” I murmured, one of my hands sliding down his back, the other one went into his hair.
“Outside my bike, never has anything important in my life been just mine.”
My body stilled, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his.
He started moving again, slowly, deeply and he kept talking. “Always castoffs, leftovers, used, sometimes even food from dumpsters.”
My heart started beating again, only to trip over itself; my breath came fast, not only from what was happening to my body but what he was saying.
“Vance –”
His lips came to mine, his hands moved out of my hair and went to the sides of my face and he stared in my eyes, pressing deep inside.
“Mine,” he muttered, his deep voice hoarse, that fierce undercurrent there.
His tone caused a shiver to run through me, straight through to my soul.
Then he kissed me.
* * * * *
“I’ve got to get to work,” Vance said to me (or, more appropriately, against my neck).