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My entire body hums with need. For him. For this moment. I never knew it could be like this… feel like this.
“Bedroom,” he rasps, his grip tightening as he pulls me away from the wall.
“To the left.” I tighten my arms around his neck as I let him carry me, feeling weightless for more than one reason.
When the fluffy comforter touches the back of my legs, I know this is really happening. Lying back on the bed, propped up on my elbows, my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I focus on him.
Handsome.
Powerful.
Mysterious.
Mine for the night.
His hooded eyes never leave mine as he stands at the foot of the bed. His hard, tanned chest is perfection, and my eyes drift lower. My thighs clench shut, and anticipation churns in my stomach.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, but—nope, not going there. And I don’t have to worry about unwelcome memories crashing our party because the minute he puts his hands back on me, all I can think about is him.
He kisses his way up my legs, and before my thighs fall open in surrender, he flips me over and climbs up my body, his beard scraping a path over my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “You’re a little overdressed, Sunny,” he toys with me, pulling me up to my knees, my back to his front. I can only moan in response. He clearly likes to be in control.
His capable hands reach around, and his fingertips tease the tops of my thighs as he moves his hands up, bringing the silk with them. My arms raise over my head as he pulls my nightie off, and the silk lands somewhere with the crushed rose petals on the ground.
His hands cover my exposed breasts possessively, and he rolls my nipples between his fingertips. There is something erotic about having him touch me before he sees me.
“Oh!” Arching into him, I tangle a hand in his hair and pull him closer.
I can tell he’s trying to take his time, but we’re both hanging on the edge of desire.
Gathering confidence, I reach behind me, where his hard cock is pressing into my back. “Who’s overdressed now?”
I slip my hand into his trunks, and he thrusts forward into my palm.
Holy shit!
“Well… let me level the playing field, then.” He steps back, and I watch shamelessly over my shoulder as he strips down. When he springs free from his shorts, he just stands there unabashedly, letting me drink in the sight of him.
And what a sight it is.
His abdomen is etched with a set of well-defined abs, the lines running deep, creating a sharp V like my Ken doll used to have.
I turn my head to hide the blush in my cheeks.
He’s hot, and he knows it. But damn if his confidence isn’t the sexiest thing about him.
He’s comfortable in his own skin, something I used to be.
“See something you like?” I jump as he splays his hand across my torso and pulls me back against him. His other hand dips between my legs, his fingers moving aside the black lace, teasing my core in gentle strokes.
His stubble tickles as he whispers into my ear. “Well?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I practically purr under his touch.
“I guess that makes two of us. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He kisses from one shoulder to the next while I fall apart, his stubble scratching my skin.
He rubs my swollen clit in slow, tantalizing circles. Then, he lowers his hand and pumps in one finger. “You ready for me, Sunny?” Teasing me, testing me.
Then, two fingers. The sound of how wet I am for him—for how much I want this—makes my cheeks flush.
