an intolerable combination of sensations that almost immediately took her over the edge in a climax that stole her breath.
“That’s right, Love. Take what I give you.”
Her pussy clenched around his fingers at the rough sound of his voice. At the ragged sound of his breathing.
“More.” She rolled her head into his shoulder as the room spun. It should be too much.
But it wasn’t. Not even close.
She wanted all he promised her.
And he’d promised her everything.
Pierce’s head dipped to her breast, lips locking onto a nipple as his fingers rolled the other, twisting with perfect pressure as he yanked a drawer to his right open. His mouth worked up her body, over her collarbone and along her neck as he sheathed his straining cock. “Tomorrow I will prove there’s no need for this.” He notched himself against her and immediately pressed in, not fast, but not slow. A steady thrust that gave her body time to adjust to the much wanted invasion. “And when you’re ready I want nothing between us.” He set a demanding pace immediately, each stroke of his body filling her completely. “I want to fuck you till you’re so full of me there’s no room for anything else.”
Her thighs clenched at the thought. Of Pierce fucking her like that. His skin against hers.
Of Pierce filling her.
“I’ve never—” The words cut off as his pelvis ground into hers.
“Say it.” His voice was almost feral. A growl that sounded more animal than man. “Say no man has fucked you bare. I want to hear it.”
His reaction was confusingly arousing. “It’s never happened.”
“That’s not what I asked for.” Pierce leaned up, his hand coming to her face, holding it tight as he forced her eyes to his. “Say the words.” His fingers dug into her skin as the shove of his body into hers became harder.
Faster.
Right now she’d give him anything not to stop. Even words that would normally make her blush. “No man has fucked me bare.”
She’d asked for this. The unleashing of the man she sought.
And there wasn’t a single regret to be had.
Pierce growled out a sound that shot straight to where his body ground against hers. “Only me.” His hand holding her face pulled it to one side, stretching her neck as his lips went to the skin there.
“Yes.” She was struggling to breathe from the intensity of all that was happening in her body.
In her mind.
“Tomorrow.” Pierce’s thumb once again went to her clit. “Tomorrow.” The hand on her face went to her hair, using it to hold her in place as his lips covered hers, the taste of him anchoring her overwhelmed senses.
He leaned into her, the change of angle making his cock rub against the same spot his fingers found earlier. Her whole body clenched tight, riding the last seconds of pleasure before it all broke apart in a wave of sensation that froze her lungs and blurred her vision.
Pierce’s body met hers, his cock impaling her completely with short, sharp thrusts that sent her higher, carrying her along until there was nothing left and her body went slack.
Her forehead fell to Pierce’s shoulder.
He immediately pulled her close. “Damn it.”
Her eyes opened. “What’s wrong?”
Pierce wouldn’t meet her gaze. “That’s not how I intended for that to be.” He rested his forehead against hers.
“How did you intend for it to be?”
He sighed. “Not in my closet.” He pulled her against him, scooting her butt off the island as he turned toward the door leading to his room. “I should have been less—”
“I don’t think you should have been less anything.” No way did she want him thinking there was something wrong with what he just did.
Primarily because she absolutely wanted all of it to happen again.
Mona held tight as Pierce laid her on the bed, his body following hers. “You should always be exactly what you are.”
His blue eyes were serious as they looked down into hers. “I don’t like exactly what I am, Love.”
“I do.” Mona ran her fingers through his dark hair, smoothing it down into the style she was used to seeing it combed into. “I like all of you.” She traced down the side of his face with the tips of her fingers. “I like when you’re serious and buttoned up.” She brushed across his lips. “And I very much like when you’re not.”
Pierce caught her hand, pressing a kiss to the fingers against his mouth before resting it against the side of his face and leaning into it.