This is right. This isprofound. This is what I wanted, right?
“So sure,” I breathe, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Take me, Edward.”
With a swift, fluid motion, he sweeps me back into his arms, lifting me effortlessly.
I let out a surprised gasp, but quickly wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He carries me the final few steps to the bed, throwing me down on the edge of the mattress.
The springs creak as I crash down and this beast of a man grabs at the button on my jeans, yanking them down and tossing them aside.
He kneels before me, his eyes locked on the soaked patch on my panties.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmurs again.
He reaches out, his thumb tracing the lace of my panties, just above my hip bone. The light touch sends a wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
Then, with a gentle tug, he slides them down until they join the jeans on the floor.
I'm now bare beneath his gaze, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely exposed. I've been naked in front of men before, but notmenlike this.
My own gaze drops to his still-clothed body. “Your turn.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, as he stands, towering over me.
With a confident movement, he unbuttons his jeans. I watch, mesmerized, as the denim slowly disappears, revealing the muscular planes of his thighs, the dark hair that dusts his legs, and then…
"Shit…" My breath hitches.
His erection is already thick and heavy. And it'senormous.
Seriously. It’s a masterpiece of the male anatomy. It's so gloriously erect it looks like it was sculpted by some very generous, albeit, very horny god.
Veins etch a map of desire along its length, leading down to where it strains toward me, impossibly large yet perfect.
My breath catches, equal parts awe and a delicious flutter of panic… how is that magnificent beast supposed to fit?
But the hungry ache low in my belly instantly overrides any fear.Bring. It. On.
Edward kicks off his jeans, and then he stands before me, completely, gloriously naked.
"Penny," he says, a rough scrape against the silence. "I'm going to eat your cunt."
Eat my cunt?Dirty talk from Edward Rogers? It’s almost more shocking than the sight of him.
Heat floods my cheeks, but it’s instantly followed by a throb deep between my legs. I feel myself clench, empty and wanting.
"We can work on your dirty talk later, Big Guy… but okay."
I scoot backwards on the thick quilt covering his bed, letting my knees fall wide open, inviting him. The cool air kisses my wetness, making me gasp.
"Well," I whisper, my voice trembling a little, "get to it then, soldier."
A low growl rumbles from his chest, primal and possessive.
It shouldn’t be this hot, but fuck… it is. He’s on me in an instant, knees hitting the floorboards beside the bed, his big hands sliding under my thighs and hauling me back to the very edge.
His mouth descends on my core and…
Oh. My. God.
