Come A Little Bit Closer (The Sullivans #7)(38)

“I need a second to appreciate you now,” she told him as he came back over her.

Lifting a hand that trembled with both need and excitement, she ran the tip of one finger lightly down the deep line at the center of his abs. Tilting her face up to press a kiss to his skin, with her lips and tongue, she went back over every inch of perfection that she’d just touched.

His muscles flexed and jumped under her hand and mouth as she whispered, “I might even need two.”

“Take as long as you need.”

His voice was raw with desire, and she loved knowing she’d done this to him. She would never be his physical equal—no one would—but she could match him passion for passion, need for need, kiss for kiss.

Only, her ache for him went even deeper, so deep that her hands shook as she ran them down over his torso until she couldn’t take any more time at all and had to pull at the waistband on his boxers to drag them over his erection. Thank God, a moment later Smith had a condom on and then he was back over her, her hands in his on either side of her head.

He didn’t move, didn’t push inside her, didn’t even kiss her again. Instead, he simply stared into her eyes as if there was an answer he’d find if he only looked hard enough for it, and had the patience to draw it from her.

“Valentina.”

The way he whispered her name with such desperate hunger had her closing her fingers tightly over his, and lifting her head so that their mouths could meet in a beautifully brutal kiss, both of them biting, sucking, taking from each other what they needed, and giving just as much back.

She couldn’t get over her amazement at finally feeling the heat of his skin, the dark hairs on his chest, his muscles moving against hers...and to know that all those secret fantasies she’d had about him since the day they’d met were finally coming to life.

And, oh, she’d never felt so alive as she did when she opened herself to him and he finally came into her. The stretch of her inner muscles over his thick, hard length made the pleasure so intense that her eyes fluttered closed, and her hips lifted automatically to take him deeper, her ankles linking together behind his hips to bring him closer.

Completely connected now, she could practically feel his heart beating inside her as he said her name again, and it was almost enough to have her coming apart around him. But before she could make even the slightest sound to let him know just how close to the edge she was, his mouth covered hers in a kiss so heartbreakingly sweet, so gentle even as continually rising passion drove her to wrap her legs around his hips tighter still.

And moments later, when he finally lifted his mouth from hers, everything inside of her rebelled at letting him go.

For weeks, she’d pushed her feelings for Smith into the shadows. It had been a secret she was trying to keep from everyone, especially herself.

Tonight, carefully guarded secrets were no match for desire.

Valentina threaded her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers. She wasn’t just offering herself for one night anymore...she was demanding he take everything from her. It had never been like this for her. She had never been this ravenous, this insatiable.

In perfect sync, they moved together, her hips colliding with his, her body begging for every deep, hard thrust. Sinfully sweet became beautifully dirty as they both spiraled out of control in each other’s arms.

* * *

Valentina couldn’t remember ever feeling so good, so languid, so satisfied, even though Smith’s heavy weight was pressing her into the mattress, and the tangled sheets were bunched up under her calf.

“We made a mess of your sheets,” she murmured against his neck, licking at the salty sweat just below his ear. “They’re all tangled now.”

“Good.”

She couldn’t miss the deep satisfaction in his voice, nor the fact that all it took was the vibration of his chest through to hers as he spoke to bring her sated body back to life beneath him.

Knowing she was safe as long as the night still surrounded them, and wanting to make the most of every single one of the stolen hours, she said, “I’m ready for dessert now.”

Smith lifted his head and smiled down at her. “I thought that was dessert.”

She pressed her mouth to his and loved getting lost in his kiss. “No, that was just to make sure we worked up an appetite for cupcakes.”

She loved the sound of his laughter, loved even more knowing that she’d pleased him. Because oh my, how he’d just pleased her. Again and again, with every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his body against—and into—hers.

“The cupcakes are over here,” she reminded him as he walked beautifully naked across the room to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled something out of it.

As satisfied as she’d felt just seconds ago, Valentina’s heart was now beating hard and fast as she wondered what Smith had planned for her. Especially when he said, “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

He grinned at her. “Trust me, you’re going to like it.”

His easy use of the words trust me had her quickly sitting up in bed and her gut clenching. She could give her body so much more easily than she could give her trust to a man.

But as she looked up into Smith’s eyes and saw the careful way he was watching her, she was amazed—shocked, actually—to realize that she did trust him. At least for this one night, when she could be absolutely certain that nothing, and no one, would come between them.