From This Moment On (The Sullivans #2)(28)

But his body was saying the exact opposite of his words as his hands came around to cup her bottom and his hips started moving in a slow motion guaranteed to ease more of her inside of him. She gasped and her head fell back as she locked her ankles tighter together behind his hips to try and pull him in closer, deeper.

“Am I hurting you?” His raw, rough words reverberated against her neck, his teeth scraping against her pulse point before she could answer.

She wanted to tell him no, he wasn’t hurting her, because she knew that was what he wanted to hear. But she’d promised to tell him the truth tonight. She lifted her head to look into his eyes.

“A little. But it’s a good pain. I want more of it. More of you.”

Before he could tell her they needed to stop, she pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue wild against his, the little bit of pain rebounding back into shocking pleasure.

Soon, she was lying on the bed beneath him again, sweat dripping down from his chest onto hers as he worked to keep himself still above her. Their mouths came apart and she looked up at him, marveling yet again at how gorgeous he was, his muscular, tanned chest impossibly beautiful, his arms strong, his hips narrow.

“Slower,” he rasped out. “We need to go slower.”

She wanted the exact opposite. She was beyond ready for fast and crazy. She wanted to know what it would be like for Marcus to lose control with her...and to know that she was the one who had done that to him. She wanted to make him forget everything—everything except how much he needed her, wanted her, had to have her.

Because that was how she felt about him.

And she didn’t want to be the only one who needed, wanted, craved like that.

“I don’t want slow,” she told him. “I just want you. All of you.”

She bucked her hips up hard into his, forcing him to give her more, and she couldn’t hold in her gasp at the shocking fullness of his body entering hers. Or the fact that with every inch he moved deeper, she felt like he was owning not just her body, but a piece of her soul that she’d never known was available to anyone.

“There’s no going back now.”

“I don’t want to go back,” she whispered. How could she, when Marcus was her every fantasy come to life?

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared knowing just how thoroughly he was going to possess her. A possession that wouldn’t just be physical, despite the rules they’d set up for their one night together.

She reached for him, put her arms around his neck. “I like you, Marcus. I like you so much.”

He bent his head, kissed her softly before saying. “I like you, too.”

And then he was rearing up over her, her hands sliding from around his neck to the front of his chest as he braced his weight on his knees and gripped her hips to position himself between her thighs. She gasped as he pulled out and then filled her in one smooth stroke.

His eyes were dangerously dark. “You like that, too, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” She couldn’t answer, couldn’t get her lips to form the words for how much she liked it, but her body was doing a fine job of answering him, rocking beneath his long, hard thrusts.

She could feel another climax building, growing, taking her over cell by cell and the oncoming orgasm hit her so hard it knocked all of the remaining breath from her lungs.

“Oh God, Marcus. Please. I need you here.”

Her frantic words, her unplanned plea, must have been magic, because in an instant, all of the control that he’d work so hard to hold onto was gone.

He pounded into her with no regard for hurting her, without a thought to whether she could withstand the force of his lovemaking.

And, oh, how she loved it.

How she loved to be in the middle of the hurricane with him as he spun them both higher and tighter. Sounds echoed through the large bedroom, his praise for how beautiful she was, how perfect, along with her moans, gasps, yes, even screams of pleasure. And even when she expected the pleasure to end—it couldn’t go on forever like this, could it?—Marcus continued to rock with her, his hand moving between her legs.

“Give me one more,” he urged her, and she was wondering how he knew there was a little bit left inside of her still, when she felt it wash over her, another wave of pleasure, less intense this time, but still so good, she had to reach for him and pull him down over her so that she could kiss him.

Their kiss was lazier now, slower in the aftermath of all that passion and intense need, and she loved the way his tongue stroked against hers.

A little while later, he shifted them so that he was on his back and she was lying half on the bed, half sprawled across him. Somewhere in there she felt him shift to remove the condom, but thankfully he was reaching for her and pulling her back against him a handful of seconds later, her head on his chest, with the rest of her body curled over and around his very hard muscles.

Nicola couldn’t remember the last time she felt this tired...or this good. And yet, if she slept now, knowing it was all over in the morning, her dreams would be unsettled. Upset despite how amazing her night with Marcus had been.

And the truth was, had she been more awake, more lucid, she never would have asked, “How about two nights instead of one?”

The perfect way they fit together, the way he pulled her closer and stroked his hand over her hair, was her answer. No longer needing to stay awake, Nicola let herself relax all the way into sleep.