thigh, then lifts my skirt and spreads my legs. His eyes stay on mine as he leans down and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. All the muscles in my groin contract hard, sending an intense rush through my whole body. I am definitely addicted. I will never get enough of this.
“Oh, God,” I cry when he closes his mouth over me and sucks, and I almost lose myself in the sensation, but I gather my willpower and lift his head by the hair. “You’re supposed to fuck me.”
“When I’m good and ready,” he says with a cocky grin.
He takes my hand out of his hair and sucks on my fingers, and I find out they’re hardwired to my groin when little bolts of lightning shoot through me. He licks and kisses up my arm to my breasts and works his magic there before nipping at my throat and finally settling an earth-moving kiss over my mouth.
Then, finally, he sits back and tugs his T-shirt over his head.
God, he’s beautiful. My eyes follow the tanned lines of his cut pecs and eight-pack abs to the bulge that’s straining against the zipper of his jeans.
“Should we . . . the blinds?” I ask with a glance at his window.
He shakes his head, and his gaze burns down into mine. “I like the light. I don’t want to miss anything.”
He stands and unzips his jeans, and I instantly know he’s commando, because the first thing I see is rigid purple flesh.
He leaves his jeans on and climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.
I pull myself up to kneel in front of him and just stare in awe for a long heartbeat at his pulsing erection, pointing at me as though it’s claiming me. He takes my hand and wraps it around his thick shaft. It’s harder than I expect, like satin over steel, when I glide my hand down the length of him. He’s so thick that, again, the mechanics flash through my head. But any concern is forgotten with the ripple in my groin when he groans his appreciation.
His fingertips trickle over my breasts and stomach, setting my blood on fire, and one hand slips between my legs. I feel like I’m about to climb out of my skin when his deft fingers find my clit and press. They slick deeper through my folds, and when he sinks two fingers inside, sparklers go off in my belly, and I tip my head back and moan.
“Are you ready to be rightly and properly fucked, Miss Wilson?”
I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m dripping for him—dying for him. “God, yes,” I breathe.
He lays me back on the bed and reaches for a condom on the nightstand. I watch him squeeze the air out of the tip and fix it in place. He positions himself on top of me and his eyes burn with an inferno that matches the one inside my belly. His fingers lace into mine as he lowers his weight, and I spread my legs wider for him. My heart pounds harder when I feel his steel length against my thigh.
He shifts between my legs, and I feel his thick tip ready to enter me. His eyes are fixed on mine, deep honey pools, sweet and hot. He pushes deeper, the head of his long shaft inside me now, stretching me wide, and a shudder wracks me. This is it. My virginity’s gone.
I start to close my eyes.
“Look at me, Adri,” he says in a throaty growl, all sex and desire.
At the sound of his need, all the muscles in my belly contract hard. I never imagined someone like Rob would want me as much as I want him. I’ve never felt so desirable in my life. He makes me all woman.
I open my eyes, and any remnants of fear or apprehension melt in the heat of his intense gaze. He thrusts hard, seating himself deep inside me. The sudden sharp pain makes me gasp and close my eyes again.
“Adri,” he says, his voice a low warning.
I open them and fix them on his, drawing on the electricity between us and trying to breathe normally and not give away how much I’m hurting.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod, because I know my voice will betray me.
He pulls slowly back and a fresh sting makes me grimace. God, I wish he’d let me pull the blinds so it was darker in here.