NICE GIRL TO LOVE (THE COMPLETE THREE-BOOK COLLECTION)(120)

Off flew his boxer briefs.

Tumbling into bed with her, he tried damned hard to slow things down but it was a losing battle. His skin was on fire and his lungs refused to cooperate as he coaxed her lips open with a barely controlled kiss while he worked to get his rioting body under control.

Clearly, Abby was not going to be an ally in his quest for control. Her curious hands wreaked havoc on his body as she slipped the condom on with what felt like far more than ten fingers.

Just the feel of her against him sent a wildfire flaring through his veins. Before he knew it, her hips were hitched against his. All it took was one scorching shift and slide and he was experiencing mind-blowing pleasure in maddeningly hot inches.

A low growl vibrated in his chest at the snug, perfect fit. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Body strung on a wire, breathing shattered, he drew back slowly and kept his eyes on hers this time as he slid into her again. As deep as he could go. His eyes slammed shut. Hands fisted in the sheets, he buried his lips against her neck and began a cautious rhythm that was a test of sheer discipline, every stroke an intense fire incinerating him alive. A roar of excitement thundered in his veins as he strained to focus solely on her pleasure instead of his own.

But then she began tensing and rippling around him, urging him to go wild. And he was lost. Unable to stop himself, he thrust forward so hard she let out an untamed, wanton cry that made him almost dizzy with need. His mission to give her sweet and gentle was quickly becoming more impossible by the second. Teeth clenched, he pulled back and gripped her waist to keep from taking her how he wanted...how she was begging him to with those faint, intoxicated whispers. Slanting his mouth over hers in a smoldering kiss, he drank in her whimpers, each one rasping erotically over his senses and lashing at his control. He was already so close to the edge, he didn’t trust himself to stay inside her a second longer.

“Where are you going?” she gasped, sinking her nails into his biceps in disbelief when he managed the insane feat of pulling back completely.

She stared up at him and a lust-filled haze clouded his judgment at the sight she made—dewy flesh, feline grace, and flushed desire. He skimmed his hands down her body, following with lips, teeth, and tongue to try and give her even a fraction of the all-consuming pleasure he was feeling. “I’m so close, Abby. Too close. Just let me...” He sucked in a harsh breath when her hand mercilessly slid between them, inciting him to continue what he’d started.

Helpless, he rocked against her and her eyes blazed in triumph.

“Oh god. Stop,” he hissed, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from torturing him more. Abruptly, he sat up in the middle of the bed and slid down her body, flexing his fingers into her thighs as he whispered against her belly, “Let me take care of you first—”

“Like hell.”

In a flash, she pushed him to sit upright and moved to straddle him. A heartbeat later, her expression turned to pure bliss as she took him in one devastating stroke straight to the hilt.

With a muffled shout, he tugged her back up, held her suspended for one agonizing second before stealing a hard, feral kiss and driving up into her again. Sexy moans spilled out of her as she clamped her legs around his waist and began riding them both to the brink of sanity. She arched her back and he groaned. When he dipped his head down to draw one tantalizing peak into his mouth, she gasped, the new angle of his hips causing her muscles to pulse, wild and erratic around his length. His arms banded around her in a full body shackle, pulling her closer, sliding him deeper, seizing what was left of his control and shoving him over the edge. Powerless to stop now, he surged into her one final time, his entire body cording violently as his release pounded through him in an endless tide of white-hot pleasure.

Long moments later, when the riptide finally settled, he was left floating, barely coherent as he laid her back on the bed and lifted his weight off of her. Every sensationally sex-drained muscle in his sated body protested the separation, her wet heat now an irreversible necessity that made the air hitting his skin feel icy cold in contrast.

Sapped of strength, the only thing keeping him from falling into an unconscious slumber was the knowledge that she hadn’t come. He cradled her face in his hands. “I’m such a jackass,” he rasped when his voice finally returned, his words thick, his throat raw. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He dropped his forehead to her chest in apology.

“Don’t be.” She gave him a tender smile and sifted her hands through his hair, steadying her splintered breathing even as her voice, her whole body continued to vibrate with need. “I told you I wanted my wild and fast.”

Trailing kisses along her skin, he felt the heady shockwaves of heat still rippling through her, holding her hostage, teetering on the edge. Sizzling jolts and trembling whimpers she couldn’t contain. Every kiss, every touch was bringing her that much closer to her own release.

But not close enough.

He groaned when he saw the unquenched, impossibly sexy hunger burning in her eyes.

His new blushing bride was—as always—a sex goddess.

And not surprisingly, he was ready for her again.

Capturing her mouth in a slow, reverent kiss, he gently settled her back against the pillows. The way she was smoothing her hands across the muscles of his back, he knew she was under the severely misguided impression that he meant to roll over and head back down to the reception.

Almost chuckling at that crazy notion, he dropped a soft kiss on her lips and watched with avid focus as her sweet, understanding expression spiraled from surprise to unabashed lust when he shifted his hips against hers. Just enough to show her how ready he was again.