Gold (All that Glitters #2)(102)

Bryna smacked his arm. “Ass.”

He grabbed her arm and then hauled her against him. In an instant, his lips were on hers.

It was like diving into a swimming pool on a hot summer day. The world silenced all around her.

His lips were soft, sensual, and all-consuming. There was nothing else in that moment, other than the feel of him against her. Her body pressed into his, and his arms wrapped around her waist. She brought hers around his neck. She was clinging to him breathlessly.

It felt like coming home.

She had been denying this for so long. Now, she had no reason to. She shouldn’t have waited. She had been stubborn and idiotic to push him away. She had never felt this complete release with no expectations and no complications.

Just Eric.

His tongue caressed her bottom lip, and she shivered all over.

He smiled against her mouth. “You love me,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“I love you, too.”

She met his gaze, and all the pieces fell into place. This was where she was meant to be. Not with someone who valued her for her looks or her body. Not with someone who bought her happiness with gifts or someone who only liked her because of who he thought she was.

Just Eric, who loved her for exactly who she was.

Suddenly, the temperature skyrocketed. All the pent-up energy from their time apart hit a crescendo. There were no barriers. Nothing kept them from one another, and they both realized it at the same moment.

Eric pushed them backward, crashing into the bed. His hands went up into her hair and brought their lips together harder, more desperate. Her fingers worked at the hem of his shorts, and she was aching to claw them off of him.

“I need you out of these clothes,” he said.

Fuck!

They were on the same page.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Now.”

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. She hastily removed her shorts while he ripped his own clothes off his body. She ran her hands down his toned chest. He had a rocking body, and she wanted to investigate every inch of it.

He groaned at the feel of her touching his skin and kissed her again. “Get on that bed,” he commanded.

She scrambled backward, not caring in the slightest how sexy she looked. He was staring at her as if he had never wanted anything else more in his life. And in that moment, she felt sexier than she ever had before. It was through his eyes that her body came alive.

Eric followed her onto the bed, and the feverish pitch that their desire hit sent sparks through every nerve in her body. He traced his lips across her shoulders, down the sides of her stomach, over the curves of her hips, and lingered on her thighs. His lips worked their way back up. He kissed her knee once, slowly and tenderly, as if he wanted to remember the way her body felt, treasure the memory, and ingrain it in his mind.

She trembled as he worked his way back up her thigh, stopping when he hit her thong. His breath was hot against her skin, and she imagined all the things he would do with that mouth. It only made her body awaken more to his touch.

As she angled her hips nearer to his mouth, he chuckled lightly against her skin. “Let me savor you,” he said.

Bryna groaned, but she wasn’t really complaining.

Eric kissed up her flat stomach and to her breasts barely hidden beneath a thin layer of sheer material. He opened the hook and eye and tossed the bra to the floor.

“That’s better,” he groaned.

Her breasts were on full display, and he seemed to revel in every last inch she was showing.

“You’ve seen them before,” she teased.

“Don’t remind me.”

He pushed his growing erection against her core at the thought. Her head dipped back, and she squeezed her legs around him.

Fuck! I want him.

“That day was like torture,” he said. His hands began massaging her tits. “You stepped out of that dress, soaking wet, and all I could think about was what I wanted to do to keep you soaking wet.”

“Fuck,” she cried.

She greedily rubbed herself against him. His words were doing the trick well enough on their own.

His tongue flicked her nipple, and her whole body spasmed.

“Oh God!”

“I had to go upstairs to try to calm down. I was rock hard,” he said, shoving against her again, “and terrified you would notice. I wasn’t supposed to have that kind of reaction to you. But f*ck, your body.”

He brought her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, long and hard. As he moved to the other one, his hand pinched the bud tight, causing her to jump. His tongue swirled and energetically stroked her into a frenzy.

“Fuck me, Eric. Just f*ck me,” she begged. “Oh my God, I need you inside me.”

He looked up at her with that beautiful smile. “I’m just getting started.”

He pinched her nipple, and she trembled.

“So, you like that. Good. I want to know everything you like. Every time I touch your body, I want you to think about me doing this.” He brushed his finger against her erect nipple. “And this.” He dragged it through his teeth. “And this.”

Eric moved his mouth lower and lower until he was kissing the line of her panties. He dragged them off of her body, letting his fingers glide the length of her legs. Then, he grabbed her hips, pulled her flat on the bed, and spread her legs before him. He buried his face between her legs, and there was nothing but the touch of his tongue, the eagerness of his mouth, and the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.