Take me to bed.
Ah, fuck. What did that mean? Was she tired? Did she want more of the kissing?
I sure as fuck did.
The second my lips touched hers, an inferno lit up my veins—singeing away every dark and dirty thing I’d ever been and leaving behind nothing but bliss. Bliss at being the bastard lucky enough to kiss this perfect woman.
“Oh, sure. You’re so tired. I should’ve taken you in earlier.”
She pressed a hand to my chest and started to sit up. I slid an arm around her waist and lifted her until we were eye-to-eye.
“Not tired,” she whispered as she shifted to straddle me.
Then her lips brushed mine.
Tentative at first. Our eyes still open. Still searching.
Her dainty hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, and into the hair at the nape of my neck. She scratched—just the lightest tease of nails—and Imoaned. My eyes slammed shut.
That’s when she kissed me for real.
Firmer. Deeper.
I held her close, anchoring myself in the moment as my tongue traced the seam of her lips. She opened for me, and the first brush of my tongue against hers sent fireworks behind my eyes.
Goddamn, I’d missed this.
I gripped her hips as she ground against me.Ah, fuck, gonna come in my goddamn pants if she keeps doing that.
When my grip tightened slightly, just enough to still her, Elena whimpered against my lips. “No stopping. I need this. I needyou.”
Okay, might still come in my pants.
“And you can have me, Sweetness, I promise.”
Her lust-filled dark eyes begged for more. I’d never deny her.
“But I need to get you in a bed real damn quick before I blow all over my zipper.”
She slid her feet to the floor, trying to find her center of gravity, but struggling to stand up straight. I rose with her, guiding her upright. With her belly pressed to rock-hard cock, I smashed my lips to hers and tangled our tongues together as we shuffled toward the bedroom, connected the entire way.
I’d left the bedside lamp on earlier, so a warm glow settled over the room as I walked Elena until the backs of her knees hitthe edge of the bed. When I pulled my lips from hers, she chased them, desperate for more.
She’d be getting much, much more.
“Turn around,” I whispered.
She spun, grazing my cock with her hip as she did. My hips thrust forward of their own accord.Fucking embarrassing.
With her back to me, I dragged my hands down her arms, goosebumps pebbling her skin in my wake. I reached her hands, interlacing our fingers before I brought hers up to wrap around my neck. “Hold on tight, baby,” I said into her hair.
Gripping the hem of her tank top, I slid it up over her beautiful round belly, up over her heavy tits, and let it rest there, right in the center of her chest. Her nipples were dark and pebbled, straining for attention. With the barest of touches, I circled a fingertip around each, never touching, but getting just close enough to tease.
Elena squirmed against me, gripping my neck as she tried to obey, to hang on tight and not let go. “Chase, more. Please.”
I moved my hands lower and grabbed the waistband of her shorts. When I slipped them over her ass, they fluttered to the floor and lay pooled against her feet. Her chest heaved, and I could tell she was aching for me to touch her, to make her come, tofuckher. She laid her head back against my shoulder, and when I peered down at her, her eyes were screwed shut, brow furrowed, lips parted as she panted, as she waited.
With my hands on her waist, I whispered, “Knees on the mattress.”
