Rebel Hard (Hard Play #2)(53)

His own breathing was a ragged rasp by now, his heart a roar in his ears. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. She was heat and woman, the dark brown of her skin flushed with a fine layer of perspiration, and on his fingers, she moved sweet and slick and goddamn perfect. His fantasies paled in comparison to the reality.

He couldn’t understand some of the things he’d heard on the work sites. More than one man had complained about how long it took to make a woman come. Hard work, they’d muttered, to a chorus of agreement. The women on the sites had added their own thoughts—that the vast majority of men were lazy bastards who just wanted to get off and who acted as if making a lover orgasm was a chore.

Raj loved watching Nayna lose it. He loved that he’d done this to her. And he loved the idea of learning all the different ways in which he could coax her to pleasure, his confident but shy Nayna with the reading glasses sitting on the bedside table.

Her lashes lifted, revealing eyes deep and dark and fuzzy with passion-drenched shock.

He stopped the motions of his hand even before she tugged at his wrist, guessing that she might be too sensitive now. It was, however, hard to take his hand from her flesh. He’d found his favorite instrument to play, his favorite hobby in which to indulge. He had the feeling he could do this with Nayna all day long.

Except for one thing—his cock was about to snap in two.

And Nayna looked so soft and sexy and erotic that he had no hope of resisting her.

Holding her gaze, he hooked his hands into the sides of her jeans and began to tug them off. She lazily lifted her hips so that he could strip her of the denim. Afterward, he gave himself a second to appreciate how sexy she looked in just her panties and with her nude breasts exposed and deliciously framed by the lines of her bra.

That was about as much control as he had.

Getting up, he tore off his jeans and underwear and threw them to the floor, then grabbed for one of the flat packets on the bedside table. A new awareness came into Nayna’s eyes, her gaze going to his as he finally got the damn thing open and began to roll it down his erection. His hands were trembling with need, and he’d been half afraid he’d mess it up.

Chucking aside the empty foil packet the instant he was done, he reached for the sides of her panties. She stiffened and he snapped up his eyes. But she relaxed almost at once and lifted her hips again in silent encouragement.

The scrap of lace joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.

Though he was trembling by the time he came between her thighs, he locked gazes with her once more and said, “Are you sure?” Nayna might want to break the rules, but she’d always before followed the traditional path. If she did this, she’d have to live with it. The last thing Raj wanted was for her to regret their first time together.

Never did he want Nayna to regret being with him.

“I’m very sure.” It was a soft statement, but there was no doubting her resolve, especially when she hooked one of her legs over his waist and arched her body into his.

Soft dampness rubbing against him, a lap of heat and musk.

Muscles trembling from his teeth-gritted attempt at control, he guided himself to the slick heat of her and nudged in.

She made a funny sound, and when he looked up, he saw that she was wide-eyed, her hands braced up against the headboard. “You feel… large.”

And even though Raj was about to totally lose his shit, he grinned. “That’s it, jaanam. Talk dirty to me.”

She laughed, husky and delighted.

On the verge of coming then and there, Raj clenched his jaw and pushed into her as slowly as he could manage. He did everything in his power not to hurt her even though he knew that was apt to be impossible.

When she made a sharp noise at one point, he hesitated, but a second later, she lifted her hips toward him and he just couldn’t hold it together anymore. He thrust the final inches into the heated tightness of her body, and when he looked up, her eyes were closed and her spine slightly arched. Lowering his head, he sucked her nipple into his mouth as he withdrew then thrust back in.

Once.

Twice.

And boom.





28





The Woman with No Panties





Nayna lay on her back in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck and her bra straightened. She didn’t know why she’d done that when she wasn’t wearing panties—or anything else for that matter. Raj lay beside her, the sheets rumpled at his waist and one arm bent above his head. The other one he’d tucked under her head and kind of curled it across her chest.

Nayna liked that. It was cuddling. Even if he wouldn’t call it that, it definitely was. She’d been half afraid he’d just turn over and go to sleep, or maybe go into the shower. She’d read all those complaints from women who wrote in to the magazines, but Raj had only gotten up to dispose of the protection—after letting her use the bathroom first.

Then they’d both come back to bed and he’d made sure she ended up cuddled next to his furnace of a body. Only now she didn’t know quite what to do. No one ever described what you did after sex. Especially when it’d been your first time.

“Did it hurt?”

She jerked a little at Raj’s deep voice, her skin heating. But because she could hear the worry in his tone, she gave him an answer. “A tiny bit,” she said honestly as she turned onto her side to face him. “Kind of like a deep twinge.” She continued to feel him between her legs, as if he’d left an imprint inside her. She wondered how long it would last and hoped it would be a while. She liked the intimate sensation, hugged the erotic knowledge that she’d been with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met. And that she’d been his first too.