The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(73)

“That’s it,” he whispers. His voice is deep, husky. Different from how it normally sounds.

He runs his hand down my face, over my breasts, and down between my legs. Without hesitation, he slides his finger deep inside of me and inhales sharply. “Fucking hell, you feel good,” he breathes.

I clench around him, and arousal blazes in his eyes. “Do that again.”

I do it again, and his jaw tics. He stands with urgency and kicks off his shoes. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he undoes the buttons on his shirt, and his beautiful body comes into view: broad tanned chest, stomach rippled with muscle, and a trail of dark hair that disappears into the top of his jeans.

I hold my breath as he slides down the zipper on his jeans and then slides his jeans and boxers down and takes them off, and my eyes widen in horror.

What.

The.

Fuck.

His dick is huge and angry looking . . . not like any dick I ever saw before. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out.

He smiles, reading my mind, and puts his hands proudly on his hips. “Well?”

“Umm . . .” My saucer-size eyes are going cross-eyed. “I’m going to need a minute.”

“You don’t have one.” He smiles as he crawls over the top of me.

“Seriously . . .” I begin to freak out. “That’s . . .”

“Yours.”

My heart somersaults in my chest, and I smile up at him.

Mine.

“Kiss me,” he breathes.

In those two words, my fear disappears, and I lean up and kiss him. We take our time, kissing slowly, enjoying being here and in the moment with each other. So many nights we’ve lain together, and now we’re here, doing this, naked and aroused.

It’s surreal.

He goes to move down my body, and I stop him.

“No.”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“Can you just . . . kiss me through this. I feel better when you kiss me.”

I’m too nervous for him to go down on me the first time.

“Okay.” He smiles against my lips. “I can do that, baby.”

The thing is, I know he’s a player and has probably slept with more people than I even know . . . but this feels special.

He watches as his fingers work my body, the perfect pressure, the perfect depth.

I’m writhing beneath him, begging for more. “Now,” I whimper. “I need more, now.”

He holds himself at the base and rubs his tip through my lips. “Condom,” I whisper.

“Really?” He frowns.

“I’m not on the pill, unless you want a baby?”

“Fuck no.” He bounces out of bed in one minute flat and shuffles through the overnight bag. He comes back and kneels on the bed. I watch as he rolls one on, and then he crawls over me and lies between my legs. Our kisses turn desperate, and my hands roam up and down over his muscular back.

Damn it, he’s perfect.

He pushes forward and is met with resistance.

Ow.

He kisses me deeper and pushes forward again. The stretch burns.

“Ahhhh,” I whimper.

“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’m here.” He bites my neck. “Relax. Let me in.”

I nod. I’m trying, I really am, but fucking hell . . . what kind of dick is this?

A big one.

His kiss turns frantic, and I know that he’s grappling with control. His breathing is labored as he tries to hold himself back.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, and he drives me into the mattress. Searing pain racks me, and I whimper.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m in.” I feel him smile against my neck. “I’m in, baby.” He kisses me. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot this is, Grumps?”

I giggle. “What . . . that I’m tight?”

“You’re tighter than tight.” He smiles darkly. “Fucking perfect.” He lifts my leg up to his chest and turns his head and kisses my ankle with an open mouth.

“Careful,” I warn him.

His eyes flicker with fire, and goose bumps scatter up my spine. He slowly circles one way and then the other to try to loosen me up. “I need you to relax for me,” he whispers. I thrash beneath him, the burn so good. “Hayden,” he says, bringing me back to the moment. “Look at me.”

I drag my eyes to his.

“Relax or I’m going to hurt you. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“You need to tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I’m okay.”

With our eyes locked, he pulls out and slides back in. I stretch wide.

Oh god . . . so, so good.

I’ve never been fucked like this.

He slides back in, and I get a rush of moisture and loosen up a little. “That’s it,” he coaches me. “Good girl, just like that.”

His husky voice does things to me, and I open my legs to the mattress, granting him full access. His eyes roll back in his head as his strong arms hold his body up off mine. He spreads his knees so he can ride me better, and I rise to the challenge. We go slow for a while. Measured and gentle pumps, and each time he pulls out, I get a little braver.

My body begins to lift off the bed to meet him, and he moans as his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck . . . so good.” He pants as we get rougher and rougher.