But once they reached the steps, her towel slipped to her waist. Her breasts shook in time with her ragged breath. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Auburn hair mussed around her shoulders. And those blazing green eyes. He couldn’t look away. Or breathe.
“Felicity,” he whispered, his hand smoothing the hair from her shoulder. “You are beautiful.”
She shook her head, her hair falling forward as she tugged her towel back up.
He leaned closer, grasping her face. “You are.” He waited, wanting her to hear him.
A long, slow breath slipped from her lips, and her gaze focused. The doubt there was a kick to the gut. She didn’t know? Didn’t believe him? Matt had no idea what he’d done to her.
But she was looking at him now, a small smile on her face. “Thank you.” Her hands slid up his arms and around his neck, crushing her breasts against his chest.
“Dammit,” he hissed, sliding his hands up her bare back. “You feel good.”
Her fingers twined in his hair and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. Between the cling of her lips and the brush of her nipples on his skin, how they got to her bedroom was a mystery. There was a lot of bumping into furniture and bouncing off walls before he wound up sitting on the edge of her mattress kissing her as she stood between his legs. He couldn’t get enough.
He kissed his way across her clavicle, his hand sliding up slowly to cradle her breast. She arched into his hand, her fingers raking through his hair. He took his time, stroking the satin roundness and nuzzling the tight nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth.
She moaned, her grip on his hair tightening.
Tongue and lips, the spare rasp of his teeth, he loved her breast until her breathing grew uneven and wavering. When she climbed onto his lap, her towel fell to the floor. Now she sat, straddling him, and there was no way she could miss just how much he wanted this—wanted her.
He stood, lifting her to roll her onto her back. She gasped as she landed on the mattress, staring up at him, the fire in her passion-glazed eyes mesmerizing. She smiled, her eyelids fluttering as she arched against him.
“Felicity,” he ground out.
Her hands slid down his side, gripping his hips and holding him still as she rocked against him. This time, he arched forward, grinding them together. Her broken moan was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
She reached between them, fumbling with his pants. But her fingers were shaking, and she ended up giving up with a giggle.
He smiled, holding her gaze as he unfastened his pants. “One second.” He stood, stepping out of his pants and boxers. With an impatient sweep of her arm, she sent the pillows flying. She pushed hi
m flat on his back, and then she was climbing on top of him.
He ran his hands over her, exploring every dip and curve. The feel of her, skin on skin, stopped him from saying anything else. This was an intimacy he’d forgotten. A shared silence. A soft touch. Tender and sweet. Real and deep. She was all those things. And his hands were driving her mad. He watched every quiver, soaked up every whimper, and ached to be inside her.
He wasn’t prepared. “I don’t have…anything.”
“Anything?” she murmured, distracted by his hold on her breast.
“Condoms.” He cleared his throat, lifting his hand. “Protection.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flew to his. “Right.” She blinked. “Do we… I mean, I’ve only slept with Matt.” She shrugged. “And, you know, I can’t have any more kids. Unless you need to wear…something?”
“No. I’m clean.” He was still stuck on the fact that she’d only slept with Matt. Before Julia, he’d had several girlfriends. After, well, there’d been no interest.
Her smile was back as she bent forward to kiss him—with enthusiasm.
But the kiss grew fierce. He rolled over her, loving the way her fingers tugged his hair, loving the way her leg wrapped around his hip. Nothing prepared him for the feel of her body hot and tight around him. The slow, broken sigh that spilled from her lips when he slid deep rocked him to the core.
She moaned, staring up at him—stunned and lost.
He felt it, too. Lost. And found.
But her legs wrapped around him and her fingers, tangled in his hair, tugged him close until their lips sealed together. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her, a groan tearing from his throat.
She moved without restraint or inhibition. It was incredible to watch. So incredible that he knew he wouldn’t last long. But, dammit, he would make her happy first. He concentrated on breathing—on her—anything but the dangerous tightening inside. Thrusting and withdrawing, teasing her until she was breathless and grinding against him. But the second she tore her mouth from his and her cries rang out, he let go—thrusting into her as his climax slammed into him.
He gasped for air, and she was smiling and beautiful and reaching up to smooth the hair from his forehead.