Fury on Fire (Devil's Rock #3)(61)

She propped up on her elbows, watching as he unsnapped the buttons on his jeans. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but here, in the full light of her bedroom, it was new. It was all for her and it was everything and she couldn’t even blink for fear of missing a moment of it.

He was fully aroused. His erection jutted forward, even more intimidating up close and personal. She wet her lips nervously, but even as nervous as she felt, her sex clenched eagerly, hungry and ready for that fullness inside her.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet before sliding his jeans the rest of the way down. He kicked them aside as he pulled a square foil packet from his pocket. Of course he was prepared. A guy like him would be. He was good at this and she was about to find out just how good.

She inched back on her elbows, but he came down on the bed, crawling toward her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his cock pointing in a straight arrow for her.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to ruin you?” The words should have sent a stab of alarm through her, but she only felt a hot bolt of lust.

She nodded almost savagely. There was no going back now. In fact, if she even tried to stop now she just might die.

“Then try not to look like you’re about to be sick everywhere.” His knees wedged her legs apart. His cock brushed the inside of her thigh. The bristle of hair scraped her tender skin.

She swallowed. God, she felt like a virgin. Everything about this was uncharted territory.

He stilled, all of him freezing except his fingers. They skimmed the side of her face. “You’ve done this before, right?”

She released a nervous puff of breath and nodded, replying too quickly. “Of course!”

He nodded in turn, but his gaze was dubious. “Good.” He took the foil condom and ripped it with his teeth. She jumped at the sound. “You seem a little skittish.” He reached between their bodies, rolling on the condom.

“I’m not.” She swallowed and tried to steady her shaking voice. “I’ve done this lots of times . . .” Her voice faded at the bald-faced lie.

“Yeah?” He settled his elbows beside her head and pressed a lingering openmouthed kiss to her neck. “How many times?” There was a teasing quality to his husky voice that told her it didn’t matter one way or another to him. He wasn’t judging her. He just doubted she was telling the truth. And he would be correct. She might not be a virgin but she was hardly an expert at this kind of thing.

“Well, I never kept an exact r-record. I’m not you. But I’ve done it oh, plenty of times with my ex-boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” His teeth sank down on her earlobe and heat shot straight to her core. She moaned, arching up against him. “You and this ex did this a lot?” he growled.

She felt him then, directly between her thighs, prodding and rubbing against her sex. The throb only intensified there. It occurred to her that it probably wasn’t a good idea in this moment to appear more experienced than she was. He would have evidence to the contrary soon enough.

His mouth nibbled along her jaw and then he was kissing her again.

“Maybe not a lot,” she admitted between messy, gasping, decadent kisses. “And it’s been a while—”

He stopped rubbing and prodding. Her eyes flared as she felt the fullness of him pushing inside her. She stiffened against the sudden invasion, her hands flying to his arms. She’d never felt anything like him before. Not that her frame of reference was so extensive, but this was shattering. She felt stunned at the sensation. Her fingers dug into his biceps, probably leaving scars.

“It’s definitely been a while,” he growled. “God, you’re tight, sweetheart.”

She released a huff of breath, feeling herself stretch to accommodate his size.

“Almost there,” he added, his voice strained, almost unrecognizable.

“Almost?” she choked. “You’re not going to fit.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re made for me.” He slid all the way home with a groan, dropping his head into her neck, his voice rumbling against her skin. “Faith,” he breathed her name against her skin. “You feel so good—”

She inhaled a bracing breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him throbbing in her.

He looked down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yes. Just been a while.” She inhaled and exhaled a few times. “And you’re . . . different than what I’m used to.” Bigger.

He grinned his sexy smile that made her stomach flip over. “You’ll get used to me.”

You’ll get used to me.

And that only made her stomach flip again. Heat spread across her face, like ants creeping down her neck and chest.

She didn’t have time to consider that and what it meant. There was only action and reaction. Pleasure and sensation.

She fidgeted under him, cutting off whatever he was going to say. She was past the point of needing time to acclimate to the size of him. Right now she just wanted friction and pressure. Inner muscles she’d never even known she possessed clenched around him.

It was all the prompting he needed. With a groan, he lifted his head and withdrew to plunge back inside her. She cried out, and then he was thrusting again, hammering deep, giving her no time to recover. It was a constant barrage of sensation.