A Deep and Dark December(54)

“Ow!”

“Damn it!”

“Are you okay?” they asked in unison.

She buried her face in his chest and laughed. His chuckle reverberated against her cheek.

“That wasn’t the seduction I had planned,” he said after a few moments, humor in his tone.

“You planned to seduce me?”

“Planned. Fantasized. Daydreamed. Night dreamed. Thought about it every moment of every day.”

“Seriously?” Seriously?

“I’m a guy.”

She adjusted her position, purposefully rubbing against him to tease. “I noticed.”

With a growl, he rolled them. “Hmm, what else have you noticed?” he asked, brushing the hair back from her face and smoothing a thumb over her forehead where she’d injured herself. He kissed it.

“I’ve noticed that your beard is softer than it looks.”

To prove it, he glided his chin back and forth across the top of her breast. “What else?”

“You feel good. All over.”

He ran a hand over her shoulder, down her arm, brushing across one breast, dipping in at her waist and around her hip, sliding down her thigh then up between her legs. “So do you,” he murmured. “So soft. And wet.”

“Also,” she gasped, widening her legs for him. “I noticed… uh… oohhh… yes… there… oohhh… yeesss…the f-floor.”

“The floor?” he mumbled around her nipple.

She reached down and cupped him. His breath quickened, blowing hot on her skin. She stroked him once, twice…

“It’s hard,” she rasped.

“Mmm.” It seemed to take him a moment to get her meaning, then his head came up and he released her nipple with a pop. “The floor, you mean.”

“That too.”

He leveraged himself off her and pulled her upright by the hand. She tried to stand, but was hampered by her pants around her ankles. They both worked to get her free, finally realizing that she was still wearing her shoes. He tugged too hard, scooting her bare backside across the carpet. She yelped at the burn and he dropped her foot free of the shoe, which came down in his lap. He curled up, half laughing, half grunting in pain. Out of her clothes at last, she moved to try to help him.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but a kiss would make it better.”

“Is this part of your seduction plan?” she chuckled. “Because I have to tell you, your skills could use some work.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Only if we move to the bed.”

“Race you there.”

They scampered up off the floor and dove for the bed, collapsing into the pile of pillows she had stacked up. Graham pulled at pillows, tossing them aside, until he found her laughing up at him. He looked down at her with a naughty grin that made every part of her keenly aware of him, especially her too long neglected parts.

He bent his head and kissed her, gently, as though this alone was all he wanted. She shifted beneath him, accustoming herself to his weight and the way they fit together. Sliding his hands into her hair, he deepened the kiss. Her body became heavy, languid in the first flush of desire. She shifted again and he settled between her legs, right where she most wanted him. Groaning, he ground against her. She brought her knees up and slid her feet up his legs, locking him to her.

Rocking her pelvis, she brought him right to her entrance. All he had to do was push into her. He was right there. So close. He pulled back, moving away from her. She made a noise of disappointment and followed him, using her feet to bring him back to her.

“God, Erin… I can’t… I’m—”

She reached for him between their bodies. He gripped both of her hands suddenly and pinned them above her head.

“Stop doing that. I can’t take—” His words ended in an incomprehensible grumble as she once again pressed her pelvis up, bringing him against her once more.

She thought she’d die without the feel of him inside her. She wanted him now, hard and fast. No gentleness, nothing slow or deliberate. She wanted a mindless coupling, a crude f*cking. There’d be time for finesse later when the need wasn’t so sharp. As if hearing her thoughts, he held her hands in one hand and slipped one, then two fingers inside of her, testing.

“Do it,” she commanded. “Do it now.”

“Stop it or I won’t last two seconds.”

“I don’t care.”

“That’s what you say now,” he murmured in her ear, stroking her. “I want you screaming as I pound into you. Over and over.” He quickened the pace as she writhed against his hand. “Harder and harder. I want you to yell my name when you come.”

Her breath came in short pants. She was so close. He nipped her earlobe, then sucked on it. But she held back. She wanted him with her. He held her hands tight and whispered naughty things in her ear, all the things he’d do to her. She struggled against his hold. Even though she could, she didn’t break it. Her resistance brought her body in constant contact with his. Her whole body was on fire, burning to join with his. He coaxed her on. The filthy things he promised drove her mad as erotic images played one after the other behind her closed eyelids.

Her loud gasps filled the room, nearly drowning out his words as he drove her wild with his dirty mouth and skilled hand. On the threshold of orgasm, she sucked in a stunned breath as he suddenly replaced his hand with his cock, pushing hard into her. Gripping the sheets, she came long and loud, shouting his name. He rocked into her once, twice and then he too reached his climax, muffling his groan in her neck.