Built (Saints of Denver #1)(39)
I moved my mouth to the other breast and her hands fell from my hair to my shoulders. Her fingernails bit into the taut skin there and she was breathless when she replied. “I wasn’t planning on anyone finding that out. I couldn’t find anything else to wear that seemed suitable. I don’t keep things around that I can ruin, because I never really get dirty.”
She was wrong about that. She was about to get all kinds of dirty, and not just because she was covered in paint.
“Getting dirty is fun, Sayer.” I put my mouth on the pulse that was fluttering like a trapped bird on the side of her neck. I let my teeth sink into it at the same time as my exploring fingers found that hot, damp place between her legs. I leaned in closer to her and her entire body jerked as I slid my fingers through her slick outer folds. Not only did the woman look flawless, she felt that way, too. Silky, hot, slippery, and smooth. She was made up of all kinds of tempting things I couldn’t wait to feel around more than just my fingers.
She gasped my name and I heard the question in it. There was no answer I could give her other than that this was bound to happen, so I just moved my head up to kiss her again and let my fingers slip all the way inside her grasping body. It was a hold I never wanted to pull away from.
I ravaged her mouth, knowing my facial hair was again going to leave its mark. I pulled her leg up around my hip so I could go deeper, feel more of her around me as she throbbed and pulsed in time with our synchronized heartbeats. I rubbed my chest against hers and sighed into her mouth when I felt her hands start a quest of their own.
Her touch was featherlight, barely touching my skin as she worked her palms over the tattoos on my pecs, down across my ribs, pausing a second to rub across my tense abdomen, and then tentatively hitting my belt buckle. My cock strained against the denim and metal of my zipper, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, it was up to her to set it free and move this from dirty to downright filthy.
To encourage her I put my thumb on her clit and pressed down hard. When she gasped into my mouth and her whole body jerked, I grinned in satisfaction as she started to work on my buckle. Her inner walls were quivering around my fingers and she was lava hot. Her breathing was getting more and more jagged, so I kept up the pressure on that little center of pleasure right at the heart of her until she had my pants all the way undone and was working on pulling them down and out of the way. She was getting all liquid and pliable around my twisting fingers and her breath was starting to come in short, choppy pants against the side of my neck. She was so close to the edge, but I wanted to be inside of her when she went over. I wanted all of that pretty perfection wrapped up tightly around me and hammering against me.
She was reaching for my dick, but I pulled my hand out of her body and out of her pants and caught it in my own. While I liked the slide of her paint-covered palm across my chest, if she got that shit on my cock it was going to be game over, and if that happened I knew there was a chance I was never going to be able to have her like this again. Once I was in, she was going to have a much harder time pulling on that goddamn mask of hers when she was around me because I had already seen all the kind, thoughtful, passionate things she was trying to hide underneath it. Maybe it was selfish to want her with the same desperation that I needed her for other things in my life, but she wanted me just as bad and I knew I could make her need me, too.
“That’s a different kind of dirty than I’m after, doll.” I leaned forward so that the entire lengths of our bodies were pressed together and my dick was trapped against the soft skin of her stomach. I felt a drop of moisture bead up at the tip and she must have felt it, too, because her eyes went wide in her face. I put her trapped hands on the wall over her head and leaned down so I could whisper in her ear, “In the next minute your pants are coming off, my dick is coming all the way out, I’m getting suited up, and then I’m going to be so deep inside of you that all those fears, all that hesitation you’re watching me through, won’t have any room to fit. There’s only going to be room for me and the way we feel when we’re together.”
Her pale eyelashes fluttered a little bit and some of that bright flush that had filled her cheeks disappeared. I could see her brain starting to work again, starting to tell her all the things I was refusing to listen to behind my own rampaging desire. We both knew she deserved better than a hard f*ck up against the wall, but knowing and doing were two separate things and it was well past time I started the doing with this complicated and irresistible woman.
“That wasn’t a warning, Sayer. That was a promise.” She opened her mouth to say something back to me but I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was, so I bent forward to kiss her again and used the hand that wasn’t keeping her hands trapped to dig my wallet out and find the condom that had been languishing away in there since the first time I saw her. It took some teeth to get the wrapper open and some patience to get my jeans down while putting the latex in place with one hand. I was afraid if I gave her too much time to analyze, she’d bolt, so I worked quickly as I kept her pinned to the wall with my body.
Since our height similarity had all the best and needy parts of our bodies all lined up and rubbing together nicely, I decided to take advantage of the situation and gently nudged her around so that she was facing the wall like I was going to strip-search her and frisk her. She had her hands flat and slightly above her head as I stepped up behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me with a lifted eyebrow and now the curiosity in her gaze was more heated and less terrified. I smiled at her as the impeccably heart-shaped curve of her backside was bared and filled my hands. She was so soft and yet there was strength there as I ran my hand up the slight bow of her spine and wrapped the rope of her braid around my hand. I pulled her head back a little as I kissed her shoulder and worked my way up to her mouth. I had to pull her hips back and bend her over slightly so I could get the tip of my now aching erection lined up with her slick opening.