he fished a condom from his pocket and put it on. All the while he kept his gaze on her.
She was equally entranced with her view. Last night had been much darker and more mysterious. He was an awesome specimen and he seemed ready to take some decisive action with that top-of-the-line bad boy.
But she was still wearing the expensive dress he’d bought. She sat up and reached behind her back to work on the zipper.
His reply was hoarse with desperation. “Never mind that.” Cupping the back of her head, he covered her mouth with his and guided her down to the mattress while shoving her skirt to her waist.
Her pulse rate skyrocketed. She was being taken, and she loved it. When he encountered the barrier of her drenched panties, he ripped the delicate lace in two. All her life she’d dreamed of a man wanting her so much that he’d tear the clothes from her body. Drew was that man.
And he was there, braced above her, his jaw clenched, as he found her slick entrance and pushed deep. He squeezed his eyes shut and cursed softly. “I’m ready to come.”
Her heart pounded frantically. “Do it.”
“No.” His forehead creased in a frown as he concentrated.
She felt his penis twitch deep inside her and her body responded. She gasped. “I might.”
“Wait.”
She took several quick breaths. “Okay.”
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at her with a sigh. “Better.”
“Want to take off my dress now?”
“No. I’m not that much better.”
“It will wrinkle.”
“We’ll have it steamed. I’m not leaving this spot just yet.” He leaned down and kissed her gently before lifting his head to gaze into her eyes. “But I won’t let you walk out of here later on looking as if you’ve been ravished.”
“Thank you.” She wanted him so much she could hear the hum of her blood in her ears. “Will I be ravished?”
“I hope so. I just . . . had to get inside you.”
She cupped his face in both hands. “I want you there.”
“Good, because I don’t think you could have stopped me. Not tonight.” He eased back and rocked forward again. “I like being able to see your eyes. I like watching them get darker.” He began to pump slowly.
She trembled as the friction wound the tension deep inside her, tightening it with each thrust. “Yours are darker, too, almost navy.”
“No wonder.” His breathing grew rough. “This is intense.”
“I know.” She lifted her hips to meet him and matched his rhythm.
“That’s good. That’s real good, darlin’.” He increased the pace, and the room filled with the liquid sound of their bodies sliding together. “Now I want you to come for me.”
“No problem.” She focused on the blue flame in his eyes. “Especially if you keep doing that.”
He grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” He began to piston back and forth even faster. “I can feel you gettin’ ready.”
“Uh-huh.” She gulped for air as her climax bore down on her, demanding release. “Oh, yeah . . . there . . . there!” With a cry she arched upward, wanting everything he had to give her. He surged forward, and she dove into a whirlpool of sensation. She cried out again as he plunged deeper, touching her core.
“Yes! God, Melanie, yes!” With a deep bellow, he drove home one last time. His eyes closed while he pulsed within her and shuddered in reaction.
Gradually his forehead came to rest on hers, and his warm breath tickled her face. Yet somehow he managed to keep himself braced on his forearms instead of collapsing on her. She couldn’t imagine the strength of will that would take.
After several long seconds, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. After drawing in a long, shaky breath, he looked down at her and smiled. “That . . . is what sex should be like.”
“Agreed.” But she was smart enough to realize that sex wouldn’t be like this with anyone else. And she had to be okay with that.
***
Although Drew had never rushed a woman to a hotel room before, in Paris or anywhere else, he’d had sense enough to preplan this episode, thank God. He’d intended their night at Les Folies to ramp up the sexual tension, and it had certainly accomplished that. They’d been wild for each other, as he’d hoped they would be.
But he’d decided in advance he didn’t want Henri driving them back home in that condition. Either Henri would have been embarrassed or Drew would have been frustrated. The