He drew back and slid forward slowly, holding her just as she asked and staring into her eyes. It was incredibly intimate and he felt strangely bonded to her in a way he’d never experienced with past lovers.
Once she matched his rhythm and grew accustomed to his size, her body came alive. She gave him everything. When he kissed her, she met his kisses with equal fervor, and when he touched her, she melted into his caresses. He couldn’t recall ever being with such a responsive woman. It was like she was made for him.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he shifted his hips and angled his body deeper. She clung to him, moved with him, actively tried to give him as much as she possibly could.
When he stared into her eyes, finding a storm of emotion swirling in shades of midnight blue, he feared losing himself there and battled with the instinct to hold part of himself back.
Yet, he wanted to give her everything, the good, the decent, the dark, and the depraved. He wanted to see if she was truly as accepting as she seemed.
Her lashes lowered and the link they shared broke, leaving him emotionally flailing for the connection he’d just felt.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and her eyes opened. “Keep looking at me, just like you were.” He thrust deep and she cried out. He was a selfish prick, but he needed whatever she stirred in him to stay alive. He’d never felt something so soothing before.
Holding himself still, buried inside of her to the hilt, he struggled to tamp down the surge of emotion rising in his chest. The pad of his thumb traced over her delicate throat, landing softly on her rapid pulse.
“I want you to feel me inside of you tomorrow and remember this moment.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” she teased, her body clenching tightly around him.
He nearly finished and the constricted grasp of her body and pushed his hips deeper, until it was impossible to sink any further into her. She was so petite in his hold, so delicate and tempting, yet so sensual and hungry for more. He sensed her desire building as her body shifted and adjusted to his intrusive presence.
They hadn’t even started and he was greedy for more. He feared he’d never have enough of her. “Will you let me have you again?”
“Yes.”
He drew back and pumped his hips hard, drawing a gasp from her lips. “And again.”
“Yes.”
“Every time I want to feel your body wrapped around me, will you let me have you?”
“Yes!”
He lifted his weight and thrust in and out, driving fast strokes of his hard body into her tight sex. “All of you? You’ll hold nothing back?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s how I want you. Do you hear me? I want you just like this. Open. Needy. Raw. Mine.”
He pushed himself to the edge, foregoing the pressure to be gracious and ever-diplomatic. That’s not the man he wanted her to know in his bed. He wanted her to see the real him, because he actually believed she might accept him. She might like the man he showed the town, but he suspected she wanted to meet the parts of himself he hid, the parts that were private that no one else knew.
Then a possessive thought occurred. “This is us, Skylar. No one else touches you this way while we’re doing this. Understand?”
She nodded. “Just us.”
“Good girl. And if there’s something you need, you tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll take care of you so long as you take care of me.”
Maybe that was it. Maybe some sick and twisted, unloved part of him envied how completely she cared for others. She was so good at anticipating people’s needs.
He gripped her thigh possessively, digging his fingertips into her flesh and stroking her tempting curves. “Will you take care of me?”
“Yes.” Her legs wrapped around his hips. “Tell me what you need.”
His nostrils flared. Was it really that easy?
He caught her wrists and pinned them over her head. “I need this.” He drove into her and she gasped.
Her breasts swayed with every hard thrust. The more vulnerable she appeared, the more he wanted her surrender. The more accommodating she became, the more he wanted her care and affection, her acceptance.
He’d never dared to act so freely with another. He was greedy. Needy. And he, without a doubt, would shamelessly take every act of care she willingly offered.
“I want all of it. Every inch of you. Every minute of the day. And I want it without asking.” He released her arms and cupped her breasts, plumping the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. More than anything, he wanted the freedom to be himself with her and know she’d like him anyway.
“I don’t want to have to be a gentleman with you, but I’ll never disrespect you. I want all my desires to be perfectly okay with you.” He hesitated, then confessed, “I’ve never been that open with anyone before.”