He rotates me until I’m lying flat against the mattress, and he’s straddling me like last night. “Shall I prove it to you?”
“You won’t actually—”
“—I won’t?” He shifts, grabs my thighs, and pulls them apart. “Are you challenging me, Sol?”
“No.” I brace my hands against his lean hips. “I’m calling you out on your lies.”
A gasp escapes me when he curls his hands around my arms and brings them above my head.
“Leave them here.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
Instead of replying, he yanks at his pants enough to free himself. My eyes widen. He actually means it.
His name rolls off my tongue as he brushes his mouth against my throat, to the precise place where my pulse thrashes frantically.
“Tell me you want it too.” His beard tickles my skin as he trails kisses across my shoulder.
“I do.” I disobey him by grabbing his arms. “I have for a long time. But last night—”
“—I said those words before I slept with you naked in my arms.” He braces his hands on either side of me, his fingers gripping the bed, as if he is trying to anchor himself to the moment and fight back the tide of emotion that threatens to overwhelm him. “Ineedyou, Sol. Desperately.”
I need him too.
Boldly, I grip his back and bring him closer to me. “Then do it. Bed me, Hector.”
A vein throbs in his forehead as he cups my breast and brings his mouth to the aching peak. I grip his shoulders in a silent plea for more contact. He takes my nipple into his mouth, pinching the other breast with his thumb and forefinger, and sending tingles rushing through me—to the very place that craves him the most.
As Hector kisses down my body, I can hardly believe that this is really happening. I’ve thought about it many times, but I never believed it would come to fruition. As he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him, a shiver of anticipation runs through me.
He pauses, waiting for permission to proceed. Desperation for him to take me fuels me as I manage a nod. He enters me, his movements slow, deliberate.
I have never experienced unity with anyone—not the kind that chips at the surface around my heart.Yet, I want that with him. No, I need that with him.
He breaks through my barrier on his second thrust, and I bite down on my lower lip. The pain lessens as he continues to move inside me.
His hands are everywhere, holding my hips steady as he rocks into me, teasing my nipples as I moan and writhe beneath him.
I try to bring him even closer, but he refuses to be rushed. He takes his time, setting a tortuous pace as he kisses my stomach. I clutch the bedcovers as he brings me to the edge again and again. Each time I am close to reaching my summit, he pauses and readjusts himself, maintaining that extremely slow and devastatingly pleasurable pace.
As he strokes me with such tender care, I am reduced to begging in desperation. “Hector, please,” I pant between quick breaths.
His movements turn more urgent as we find a rhythm together, every thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Our bodies move faster and faster until finally I reach my summit. I bury my nails into his flesh and clench my eyes shut as a flood of satisfaction sweeps over me. There’s something special about being joined in such intimacy as I crest over the waves.
But I am unwilling to go alone. I want him to experience it too.
I brace my feet against the mattress, digging into it like an anchor in the sea, and thrust upward to meet him stroke for stroke. He lets out a jagged breath and continues his even pace.
Just once, I would like to see the out-of-control Hector. The one who forgets his responsibilities and flies as high as he makes me soar.
He groans my name as he stills deep within me and reaches his completion. I move my fingertips up his back and smile.
Hector finally bedded me.
ChapterThirty-Four
