Straight Flushed (Hot Pursuit #1)(69)
For a half a second, a pulsing knot tried to form in the pit of my stomach. I was about to compromise everything I stood for. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have been in the position I was in. I shouldn’t have wanted. I shouldn’t have needed. Yet there I was should’ing, wanting, and needing.
A hot ache grew in my throat, burning to feel his lips, his hands, his body. He leaned in slowly—watching me with fierce intensity then he closed his eyes. His tongue traced along my lips. I stood on my tiptoes so as to not miss one ounce of what he served.
A more powerful awakening began to consume me, and I fought to keep my quivering limbs straight. I was lost, spinning in a sea of euphoria, and the last thing I wanted was balance. Moisture pooled between my legs as he continued to kiss me so deeply I fought to breathe. Commanding and powerful, he turned my body and walked me backward. My legs gave way when they made contact with the bed, buckling over the layers of soft cotton and feathers. He grabbed my shirt and tugged it over my head then tossed it across the room. My hair landed in a tangled heap on my face, and I brushed it aside in time to see him removing his shirt.
I got lost in his beauty, and my mind went numb to anything that wasn’t him. I’d almost forgotten how perfect he was. I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel full—whole. Screw the rules.
He stood between my spread legs and unbuttoned his shorts, his virility beneath whetting my appetite. He dropped his shorts and sprung to life. I bit my lip and waited, staring at his rolling abs and the sharp line of his pelvic muscles. He stepped out of his clothing and removed what was left of mine.
I scooted back to fully rest on the bed, naked and on display for him. I cupped my breasts and begged him to touch me with my eyes. He crawled up my body with the grace of a panther creeping in the night and covered me with every velvety inch. He grabbed my breast and sucked it hard, pocketing it into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
“Emm.” He moaned, leaving one breast only to attend to the other. “You drive me wild.”
Me, too, I thought, but the words were lost somewhere on my tongue. I was blinded by what he did with his teeth, rolling and pinching my sensitive flesh to a perfect point of pain. Thousands of tiny pins prickled under my skin—I was alive and my head was swimming in every lust-filled sensation.
He left my breasts and seared a path up my neck. I ran my hands down his back and over his ass. He nudged my chin with his nose.
“Open your eyes,” he purred.
I looked at him through heavy lids and watched as he nudged my legs open with his knee, the soft covering of his hairs tickling everything in their path. I spread my legs and welcomed him. His hand caressed the skin on my inner thigh as he guided himself. With one quick thrust he’d taken me, stretching me tightly and filling me before covering my mouth with his. He grunted, pushing himself deeper and deeper, relishing in the perfect feeling of being surrounded by my warmth. His tongue stroked mine as his hands explored the length of my body.
He rocked slowly, moving himself in and out. Sweat seeped from his skin, sticking to me and bathing me with his scent. I retreated inside my head and writhed beneath him, moving against him and with him.
His motions slowed, and I opened my eyes to see his hand coming toward my throat. It encased my neck as he floated above me and stroked my flesh. With his hand still in position, and with my eyes locked on his, he dropped his other hand between my breasts, down my stomach, and over my aching flesh.
“Please,” I cried out, involuntarily releasing the words that called my bluff. I looked up to see half of his face illuminated with the muted light coming in through the window and the other concealed its shadow.
A slow, confident grin crept across his lips. “Not yet,” he said with deep authority. “Turn over.” He moved off the bed and stood next to the edge.
My heart pounded faster than I thought possible, and I turned over on my stomach, lifting the rounds of my ass for his taking. He palmed my flesh, squeezing it in his firm grip. My senses perked up, keen to his every move. I groaned as his persuasive hands raised my hips, positioning them perfectly for his return. I quivered, nearly succumbing from the anticipation. I wanted him so badly I thought I’d burst. I arched my head back and swayed my hips, trying to get some relief. Minute pulses fired between my legs, teasing me but not giving me nearly the relief I needed. I rested on my hands and waited.
He tortured me with a slow return, and then he twitched inside me, flicking the spot that held the key to my release. My cries couldn’t be quelled as I came with such force that my world momentarily went black before millions of lights danced behind my eyes. I continued to shudder as he gripped my hips, pushing himself deeper to drain every ounce of my orgasm.
My body latched onto him, gripping him for dear life, as he began to move harder and faster, pounding into my overly sensitive flesh. His fingers bore into my skin, nearly bruising me as he slammed his body against mine.
I moaned against his abuse, and my greedy body responded by seeking another release. As soon as it whispered its arrival, it was already at my door. I felt him jerk with his final thrust and a series of electric pulses exploded throughout my body. He milked his orgasm against my aftershocks before he slumped over my backside. He lay still for a few moments, catching his breath then he nipped my shoulder with his teeth. I clutched a pillow, trying to catch my breath. He lowered himself on the bed and rested next to me.
I turned onto my side and looked at his face. The brief moment of satisfaction he’d given me was instantly replaced with regret. We lay still for several minutes, but my mind was restless. What had I done? I shouldn’t have given in. It had been a mistake.