Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake (A Brush with Love, #2)(14)
He grabbed her roughly, hoisting her in his arms, her legs cinching around his waist as she ground against him. He walked them toward the bed, his lips and teeth and tongue dragging across her skin as he went.
He tossed her onto the mattress, pulling off her shirt in hurried handfuls. She fished out the condom she’d stuffed in the pocket of her shorts just before he tore them down her hips, dragging her underwear with them.
His eyes scoured over her with a hunger that scorched across her skin. Her body felt hot and restless, a naughty, delicious tension she wanted to drown in.
“Why do I feel like I can’t get enough of you?” Rake said, more to himself than to Lizzie as he lowered over her, something close to frustration underscoring his tone. He tore open the condom, rolling it on with one hand as his other went between her thighs.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, grazing his fingers over her in luscious circles before plunging them inside, causing Lizzie to cry out at the pleasure.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and tasting her. His eyes fluttered closed, his lashes sweeping across his cheekbones. Lizzie groaned at the sight, grabbing his hand and taking his fingers into her own mouth, tasting herself and him all at once. It was so overwhelming, her body tensing almost to discomfort at the waiting.
“Now,” she said impatiently, tugging at his neck, pulling him closer.
“I should make you wait,” he growled, pushing her thighs apart and staring down at her. “Make you beg me.” He fisted himself, dragging the head of his shaft through Lizzie’s wet heat, making them both groan as she squirmed against him. Lizzie’s fingers twisted in the sheets until she worried she would rip the fabric as he dragged himself over her again and again. Circling. Pressing. Almost entering. Never fully giving her what she needed.
“Fuck me,” she panted out. “Please. Please.”
With a satisfied smile, Rake pulled back, gripping her leg and draping it over his shoulder.
They both watched where he pushed into her, their breath coming in ragged pants.
Rake pulled out slightly before plunging deeper. And deeper still. He held there as their eyes locked for a moment. And then he started a near-punishing rhythm that sparked electric pleasure through her body.
“How is it this good?” His words were almost inaudible over the sound of his flesh crashing against hers. Lizzie couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. She closed her eyes, her breath catching and back arching as he hit a perfect spot inside of her.
When she opened her eyes again, her gaze locked with Rake’s hot and searching stare. A foreign and unnerving crash of intimacy prickled across her skin and snaked through her chest. It scared the shit out of her.
The sex was good.
Too good.
Sex with Rake felt the tiniest bit different from people she’d been with before, and Lizzie didn’t know why. But she didn’t want to think about it.
Sex wasn’t for words or thoughts or answers to questions. Sex was for physical sensations. And that’s what she focused on—the feel of his hands roughly gripping her hips, the circling of his clever fingers against her clit, the delicious sting of his bite against her neck, and the feeling of her nails scoring down his back.
“Harder,” she demanded, moving to wrap her thighs high around his waist, tugging him deeper.
He did as she asked, pounding into her in a delicious, relentless rhythm, his deep grunts like music against her ear. He shifted a bit, pulling her hips higher off the bed, moving her body as a counterpoint to his. Emphasizing his movements with soft words like good and wet and sweet.
Her body sprinted toward that explosive finish line, every muscle pulling taut and tense, aching for release. But she couldn’t quite get there, couldn’t quite reach that point, and she whimpered in agony.
Rake’s mouth was on her ear, his stubble scratching the delicate skin of her cheek. “Come for me,” he growled, his accent pulsing through her. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
And she did. She bit into the muscle at his shoulder and let out a raspy groan as her body deliciously convulsed under him. She lost all sense of time and place as she drowned in the pleasure.
With one final thrust forward, Rake followed her with a deep groan, his body shaking over hers for a few seconds before he collapsed and rolled to the side, their bodies tangled in a sweaty, satiated heap against the pillows.
They both stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, their breathing a loud mix of pants and gasps as they tried to come back to earth.
* * *
RAKE WASN’T SURE how long they lay there in post-sex bliss, but he was acutely aware of the moment Lizzie shifted, some part of him understanding that she meant to leave. And that part turned frantic, wanting her to stay.
Lizzie sat up, shooting him a smile before swinging her legs off the side of the bed. She was about to push up to standing when Rake reached out, circling his hand around her wrist and giving it a gentle tug. “If you keep ditching me like this after sex, my feelings will be hurt.”
She pressed her lips together to try to hide a smile as she quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yes, I’m quite sensitive,” he said dryly, tugging a bit more until she fell back onto the bed, pressing a giggle to his chest.
“You do seem rather sentimental,” Lizzie said, a smile in her voice as she spoke against his skin. “I think you got a bit misty-eyed there after you climaxed.”