His Fantasy Bride (Things to do Before You Die… #3)(6)

“You want me.”

At his words, her eyes flew open, and she looked at him. It wasn’t a question and she had no thought or desire to deny it.

Holding her gaze, he withdrew his finger, gliding it up between the folds of her sex to find the swollen bundle of nerves. He circled it with his fingertip until her hips were jerking toward him, begging for more.

“Please.”

He stroked her once, twice, and then massaged the tiny nub. Seconds later and she was flying. Her head fell back as pure pleasure pulsed through her. He stayed motionless while the pulsating between her thighs slowed to a steady throb, then he squeezed her clit between his thumb and finger and she came again.

As he stepped back, panic filled her. He was leaving her and she needed him. She couldn’t allow him to go. But before she could speak, his hand dropped to the fastener of his pants. She held her breath as he flicked it open and lowered the zip. His cock sprang free—hard and huge, satin skin taut, the head flaring and flushed deep red. Saliva flooded her mouth as she stared. He wrapped his fist around himself and squeezed, then took a small step toward her.

There was something she had to remember. “Stop.”

He slowly raised his head.

“Condom. Bag.” She waved a hand at her bag sitting on the side, a foot away.

His eyes narrowed, but he reached across and pushed the bag toward her. She scrabbled inside with shaky hands. She always carried condoms. Didn’t she? While she hadn’t had sex in a long time, old habits die hard. A sigh of relief left her as her fingers found the foil packet. “Voila!”

His brows drew together. “So you’re not a virgin, then?”

She bit her lip. “I never said I was a virgin.”

“I…” He shook his head.

Don’t stop.

He couldn’t stop now. This was her one and only chance. She could justify this one time to herself. She was in shock, had needed to stop him talking, but after this she couldn’t hide behind excuses. Reaching out she trailed a finger down his chest, felt the heat of his skin, then lower to wrap around the steely length of his erection. With her other hand, she passed him the condom, held her breath, saw the moment he gave in. He shoved into her hand, and she squeezed him hard and released him, blowing out her breath as he tore the packet open and rolled the condom down over his length.

He took a step toward her, his fingers parting the folds of her sex, and then he shoved into her with one hard lunge of his hips. He filled her completely, and she gasped at the sensation of all that masculine power deep inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shifted closer, wanting more. His hands slid into her hair on either side of her face, tugging it free of the pony tail, then lowering his head to kiss her, hard, his tongue thrusting inside as he flexed his hips then withdrew from her and she tightened her legs, holding onto him.

He released her mouth, moved his hands to her hips and gripped her tight, then pushed in, his movements almost rough. But she welcomed him, her body softening.

She lay on the cold, hard counter, back arched, and he placed his palms over her breasts as he thrust into her over and over. She kept her gaze fixed on his face, because he was quite the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, his cheeks flushed with heat, his eyes dark, half-closed. She lost track of time as her surroundings faded, her world reduced to nothing more than the sensation of his big body on her, in her. Inside everything coiled up tight, a heavy weight swelling in her belly as he drove her upward, each powerful thrust of his hips stronger than before, skirting on the edge of pain, his fingers digging into her breasts, his expression twisted with sheer concentration.

Then he changed, slowed, and ground his hips against her clit with each inward stroke, and she was flying once again, bursting into a million pieces. Shattering.

She vaguely sensed him coming inside her, his growl filling her ears, the final thrust pushing her backward so her head hit the mirror behind her. His face buried in the side of her neck, and he went still.

It seemed like an age they lay there. Something beneath her dug into her left buttock. She hadn’t noticed it before—hardly surprising—and she wriggled beneath his heavy weight. When he still didn’t move she pushed a hand between them and shoved him hard.

A shudder ran through him, then he pushed himself up slowly, pulling out of her, and for a moment, she felt bereft. Empty. He stared down at her sprawled beneath him. His gaze dropped, and his brows drew together. She came up on her elbows and peered down her body. Faint marks showed against the pale skin of her breasts.

“Sorry. I was rough.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But it’s been a long time.”

She cleared her throat. She had no clue what to say, though a small part of her liked that it had been a long time for him. That there had presumably been no one since they were together.

Don’t go there, Gabby.

She pushed herself up so she was sitting. “There’s a bathroom through there.” She waved a vague hand down his body and he nodded, opened his mouth and then closed it again. Shook his head and turned away, disappearing through the door.

Gabby sat for a moment staring at the spot where he’d disappeared. She needed to move.

Clothes. Clothes would be good here.

She jumped down off the counter, grasping the edge as her legs almost buckled under her. Her body shook in the aftermath of what had to be the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.