everything she hid between those gorgeous legs he couldn’t stop staring at.
Other than a modest dusting of dark blond curls at the top of her pussy, she was bare. And wet. And swollen. Her visible desire sent his need surging.
Zy knew he should go slow, build her desire, tease her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. But he’d waited too long and he needed her too much.
Banding his palms around her middle, he lifted her onto the bed, then reached behind his head to tear off his shirt as he followed her down, pressing her onto the mattress with his body. While he tossed the T-shirt aside, he pressed his bare chest to hers, hissing at the heat of their melding skin, before he captured her mouth again.
Tessa flung her arms around him, tilting her head to offer him total access to her mouth as her hips swayed under him in supplication. She let out a needy little whimper.
Fuck, if she kept that up, he’d plunge straight inside her and keep at her until she screamed.
Fighting for patience, he peeled her hands from his shoulders and pressed them flat to the bed, holding them down with his forearms. “I’m trying to go slow. You’re tempting me too much.”
“I don’t need slow. I just need you.”
Her words threw gasoline on his blazing need. “We’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to leave you a fucking shred of doubt that I will give you more pleasure than you’ve ever had, and I want to do it every day of your life.”
He wanted her to know—to feel in every part of her body—that she was his.
“Oh.” She looked stunned and flushed and beyond beautiful. “You’ve already succeeded. I’ve never been more aroused in my life.”
Was she kidding? He’d barely touched her. And she thought she was ready?
No. Hell no. Not even close.
“Don’t move.”
“Okay,” she promised with a shaky nod, her exhalations loud in the otherwise silent night. “But I want to give you pleasure, too.”
“You already do, baby, just by being with me.”
“No. More than you ever imagined.”
That would be a tall order considering how many fantasies of her he’d indulged in since they’d met, from his first time masturbating in her shower to thoughts of her last night, lying in his solitary bed, so hard for her he could barely breathe.
He’d never imagined then that he would finally be free to kiss her, unclothe her, penetrate her, and pleasure her. Make her his. Now, her entire body was open to him, and the night was theirs.
Zy smiled as he brushed a blond curl from her face. “You will. I promise.”
Then he took her mouth, barging past her pillowy pink lips to taste her kiss again. When she was breathless, he began working his way down, still pinning her to the mattress with his forearms over her wrists. His mouth was on the move, skimming the graceful line of her jaw, gliding up her neck. She cried out with a head-to-toe shudder and a sweet flush. With a feral smile, he laid his lips behind her ear and exhaled. Her hands tightened into fists and she arched beneath him in a silent plea.
In the next heartbeat, he inhaled her musky female scent. It carried vanilla and a hint of something citrus—orange, maybe?—that urged him to breathe her in again and again until she melted his senses.
With his nose full of her, he descended from her neck to her collarbones, laving them before he dropped to the swells of her chest. She was so soft here, the skin like gossamer. The valley between her tempting mounds lured him. There was no way he couldn’t rake his taste buds over her skin.
Tessa’s body tightened. She let out a harsh breath. She fought to lift her arms from the bed, but he held her in place, tormenting her with his lips as he edged closer to the jutting nipples she arched his way, seemingly desperate to have them in his mouth.
Who was he to say no?
He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, pressing her deeper into the mattress as he took her breast in his palm and lifted it to his thirsting lips. He tasted the tip with a greedy lick before opening his mouth and sucking as much of her onto his tongue as he could.
Tessa jerked. Her cry became a wail. Her nipple turned to stone, and he