He threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, my beautiful one. I will, and I did, and if you want me to leave, you’d better tell me right now, or my next move will be to rip those clothes from your body and taste every gleaming inch of your lovely skin.”
He stopped moving and stood, completely still, like a predator deciding whether to pounce. “Will you be telling me to leave, then, Brynn my lovely?”
Brynn hesitated for a single heartbeat, but deep in her heart she knew that she’d already made her decision. She’d made it when she’d found him waiting for her.
“No. I don’t want you to leave, because I’ll be having you, too.”
* * *
Triumph soared through Sean, and he didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. He grasped her luscious ass and lifted her up, groaning as she instinctively lifted her legs around his hips, pressing her body against his straining cock, exactly where he needed her to be.
“Where?” He gritted out the word from between clenched teeth.
She pointed toward a short hallway and then started kissing and nibbling his neck as he walked. His vision blurred and the door to her bedroom seemed to be limned in red-gold light. He knew his eyes must be changing, and he knew he should care, should stop, should give a fiddler’s damn about keeping her from seeing them, but all he could think of was getting his hands on her skin and his mouth on her sweet, round br**sts.
“I want you,” she whispered, and his c**k twitched, growing even harder, until he wondered desperately if he’d even be able to work his way out of his pants.
He kissed her, deep, hard, and long, and then he set her down on her feet and pulled her shirt over her head in one swift motion.
“Finally,” he said, covering her br**sts with his hands and blowing out a deep breath. “I don’t mean to sound crude, but I’ve wanted to get my hands on these since I first saw you.”
She laughed, and the sound was high and wild and breathless. “Imagine that. A man who likes br**sts. How surprising.”
“Oh, but yours are spectacular,” he said, leaning down to surround one taut nipple with his lips.
He sucked, hard, and she cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
“Oh, Sean, yes,” she said, and the words were kindling to his flame.
He tossed her on the bed, stripped off his clothes, and stared down at her, indulging his need to see every inch of her body, but she was still too covered up. He didn’t like it.
“The pants. Take them off,” he said roughly.
Her eyes widened, but she complied, and then she was beautifully, gloriously naked, and his hungry need for her burned into a conflagration. She was exactly what the lonely, lost part of his soul had been craving for so long, and she was here, and she was his.
He wasn’t ever going to let her go.
* * *
Brynn blushed as he stared down at her, but she also reveled in the powerful desire that blazed from his fascinating, glowing eyes. She held up her arms, wordlessly enticing him to come to her, as she let her gaze wander down his hard, muscular body. His powerful chest narrowed down to the carved muscle of his abdomen, and an intriguing trail of silky hair seemed to point the way to his large, jutting erection. He was aggressively, proudly male, and he’d come to claim her like a conquering hero from a fairy tale.
Brynn, who spent every third night of her life as a living, breathing participant in a fairy tale, wondered if she’d finally become the princess instead of merely the swan. Sean was no Prince Charming, though. He was too rough—too alpha—to ever be considered charming. More a pirate than a prince. But now he was hers, unpolished edges and all.
He joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. She dared to touch her tongue to the edge of his ear, and he rewarded her with a long, heartfelt groan. He caught her mouth with his, invading and possessing, while his busy, clever hands stroked her sides, her bottom, and her br**sts, until he drove her to the brink of insanity. Creamy heat rushed to the juncture between her thighs, and her ni**les tightened until they ached from the sizzling electricity of his touch.
“Sean. I want you. Touch me everywhere,” she demanded, and he lifted his head and flashed a wickedly seductive smile.
“Oh, I will, lass. Before dawn paints the sky, I will touch and taste every bit of you,” he promised. Her pirate had surprised her again by turning poet.
He kissed her again and again, until she was drowning in need and want and sensation, and then he shifted slightly so his hand could reach between their bodies. He caressed her exactly where she needed and wanted him to, and she cried out from the sensation.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, and his big body shuddered under her hands. “I need you, Brynn. I’m not sure I can wait—”
“I don’t want you to wait,” she said. “The drawer next to the bed. Hurry.”
He kissed her again, long and lingering, and then opened the drawer where she kept the unopened box of condoms she’d bought a while ago in a random burst of optimism. He quickly covered himself and then he was back, positioning himself between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his, and her arms around his neck, urging him on, and he plunged into her with one powerful thrust and then stopped, holding himself up with straining arms.