“Yournakedcock,” she corrects, amusement in her tone.
I growl around her nipple. “What’s so tempting about mynakedcock, sweetheart?”
“How good you’ll feel coming inside me.”
I caress her knee open, exposing everything to me. Sweet heaven, she’s a delicious mess. Needy and dripping for me. “Is this going to be a problem, controlling yourself?”
“I’ll take that risk.” She sucks in a breath as I trap her clit between my fingers with just enough pressure. A tremor passes down her thighs and she rocks into my hand.
“What will you do when you crave mynaked cockwhile you’re at work?”
“I’ll get myself off in my hotel room.”
I give her hip bone a playful nip, and she laughs. It’s a playful, easy melody. Just like music.
“You’re going to show me that later.”
“You wish,” she says with a soft hum.
“You getting sassy, shortcake? I might need to get firm with you.”
She sighs in what sounds like rapture. “I think I’d like that.”
I reward her with a sensual swirl of my tongue. “Then get on your knees.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
A shock waveof need ripples straight to where I’m cramping and so painfully empty inside.
Is this really me, eager…downright desperate? It must be, because I roll to all fours in the middle of the bed while my breaths turn ragged in my throat.
He climbs behind me, and I expect…I don’t know, to feel him move in. To feel him push inside me. Instead, he caresses up my inner thigh, those rough callouses on my burning-hot skin creating a sense of urgency that has my muscles tensing.
“You’re so perfect.” Linden urges my knees apart. “Every inch. I could touch you like this all night.”
“I love your hands on me.” Yes, I’m eager for the way his incredible cock is going to feel inside me, but his attention and sensual focus is almost as good.
He cradles my hip with one hand and strokes up the outside of my thigh with the other, his caring touch slow, almost reverent. He glides down, dipping between my thighs.
The sensation of his fingers on me from behind draws a shaky gasp from my lips.
“Soft, like this?” He strokes my pussy like he already knows my deepest need, sending a quiver through my core. “Or something a little harder.”
He withdraws and cradles my hip, then strokes up my back with his other hand and combs through my hair to gather a fistful. Maybe I’m just ready to combust, but the sharp sting quickly turns to something else. Something unbelievably hot. “Both,” I manage, my breath shaky.
“Good girl.” He hums, like my answer only confirmed what he already knew. Does it surprise me? He rakes my hair to the side then bends forward to kiss the exposed patch of sensitive skin behind my ear. The softness of his lips on me while his thick, hard cock is trapped between our bodies creates the most intense heat between my thighs.
He kisses down the curve of my neck then guides his cock past the seam of my ass to where I’m throbbing. “If this gets too intense, you tell me.” He anchors the heel of his big hand on the small of my back.
“I want it,” I blurt, my emotions getting all tangled up in my desire.
“Greedy girl, hmm?”
“Please, Linden.”
He gives a low hum, and in one slow, sensual arch of his hips, he’s inside me. I’m vibrating with need and so slick that this first thrust makes me whimper, my body tensing around him.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he coos, rocking back.
