Just as with the kiss in the car, he took it from there.
Kicking the door shut, he unleashed himself, grabbing her and yanking her against him, holding her hard, taking her mouth again. And she attacked him right back, locking her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself against him.
The couch.
He'd moved the couch.
Thank f**k.
It was a shuffle to get over there, and the fact that he was taking off her wet coat and his, and then both of their gun holsters, didn't make the going any easier. But soon enough he was maneuvering her down so she was stretched out on the cushions ... and he mounted her, all but jumping on top of her body.
The kissing was heavy-duty desperate, the kind of thing where their teeth hit every now and then, and he didn't want to stop to breathe, even though his lungs were burning from lack of oxygen - especially as she started clawing at his shoulders.
He was not nice to her button-down.
Without breaking their lip-lock, he took its lapels in his fists and split the damn thing from collar to hem, popping free all kinds of pearly white UFOs that sailed through the air and bounced off the carpet.
Her bra underneath was buff colored, and nothing but simple cotton that looked spectacular over her br**sts. And what a relief not to have to worry about whether he'd rip delicate lace.
As he went for the uncomplicated front clasp, she was breathing fast and hard, and the undulation of her ribs under her skin was one hell of a turn-on - that was nothing compared to when he sprang the bra and those modest cups snapped to the sides.
"You're amazing," he groaned as he took a proper look at her ... something he'd cheated himself out of the night before.
Oh, man, her br**sts were heavier than they appeared with her clothes on, fuller and rounder - which made him wonder whether she didn't deliberately wear tight bras to constrict them. And what a waste f h was.
Then again, the idea of any other man ogling her like this made him want to go for his gun.
Palming up what he had revealed, he got another surprise that he'd missed in his hurry back in her kitchen. She was all natural, a gift from God, undoctored by insecurity or vanity. And the heavy, supple weight of her made his c**k throb - reminding him how long it had been since he'd been with a woman who didn't have hard-as-rock implants.
Pushing her together, her ni**les were tight and erect, and he bent down, sucking on one and then the other. Then he nuzzled the undersides of what was in his hands.
So he was a breast man, after all, he thought as his hips rolled against her legs. Who knew.
Or ... maybe he was just a Sophia Reilly man.
"You are so f**king beautiful," he growled as he went back to work on those pink tips.
As desperate as he was to get in her, he was so captivated by her upper body, he just explored her, licking at her and touching her and watching her respond. Somehow her thighs parted - maybe it was his knee, maybe her need; who gave a shit - and then the two of them were flush where it counted most.
Pushing himself up with his arms, he started to grind against her, his erection rubbing against her core. In response, she arched in the most erotic way, her chest rising as her spine torqued, her fingernails biting into his forearms.
As he pumped against her, her br**sts swayed to the beat and got him drunk, his body numb and hypersensitive at the same time - except he missed her lips. Resealing their mouths, he knew he was close to the edge of no-control ... and then he felt her hands tugging at his shirt.
Guess he wasn't the only one.
Abruptly, he lost his patience with his clothes, and what covered his chest was gone a moment later, ripped off like hers had been.
"Feel me," he bit out, as he arched back over her.
He kissed her hard as her hands went everywhere, tracing over his muscles, grabbing his shoulders, streaking her nails down his ribs.
More.
"Can I get you naked?" he said.
"Yes ..."
She lifted her hips and went for her belt at the same time he rose over her. And she did such a good job on those pants, he just sat back and watched as a pair of white cotton panties made an appearance.
When she had trouble going any further, because hello, she had a two-hundred-pound man looming over her, he helped her draw the slacks down her long, smooth legs.
Oh, man ... he thought, running his hands up and down her thighs. She was lean, and gently muscled, and he found himself imagining that he was spreading her wide, and dipping his head -
Snapping, he lunged at her, stretching out on top of her once more and pumping himself against her. His plan? Ease his way south and take those panties off with his teeth. Then he was going to spend a while making sure her body was good and ready for him. With his lips and his tongue and his fingers.
Turned out he had a little gentleman in him after all.
Yeah. That was it. Not because he was dying to taste her -
Except thee went for his belt.
He froze, and put his hands over hers, stilling her.
"If that comes off," he said roughly, "I'm not going to be able to wait for more than a split second."
With Veck's massive body poised above her, Reilly's brain was focused on one and only one thing - and that was getting his pants down.
"I don't want to wait."
"You sure?" His voice was so guttural, it was nearly inaudible.
In reply, she shifted her hand between his thighs and palmed his sex. The instant the connection was made, he cursed on an explosive exhale, and his body bucked against her, the soft material of his pants doing nothing to hide that rigid length.
"I want to see you," she demanded hoarsely.
Not something she had to ask twice: With fast, violent hands, he went to work on his fly, and she was the one who pulled at the waistband. Then they were working together on his boxer briefs to free his -
His erection jutted straight out from his hips, and the lids of his eyes went low as he watched her take him in.
Holy ...
Well, she could use a thesaurus's worth of terms for "magnificent," couldn't she. And it was safe to say that if she'd been impressed when she'd seen him in his bathroom that first night, or when she'd felt him through his clothes in her kitchen, fully revealed and ready to roar, she was blown away. And his sex wasn't the only sight worth seeing: His chest was just as smooth and muscled as she remembered, and his abdominals were amazing, a tight double row of ridges that led down to his pelvis and his -
"Fuck - "
As she gripped him, palm to skin, he shuddered violently, and she loved the sense of power that came from rocking his world. And oh, God, he was thick and long, pulsing and kicking against her hold as she stroked him.
She was never going to forget this, she thought, this sight of him above her, teeth bared, head back, huge chest straining as he struggled for control. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. And exploration was a virtue, for sure ... but she wanted him in the deepest way before she took the time to learn his ins-and-outs.
Although phrased like that ...
"Your wallet?" She'd seen what he kept in there when she'd handled his billfold out in the woods - and the sight of those condoms had embarrassed her then. Now, she was grateful, because Lord knew she didn't have anything of the sort. And there was no need to dwell on the reason a man would always have to be prepared. Besides, it wasn't as if she didn't know about that side of him. She'd witnessed the Britnae effect, thank you very much.
"Now," she barked.
Yet another thing she didn't have to ask twice about. As he found his slacks and got out his wallet, she lifted her butt and swept her panties down and off - so that she was ready when he brought up his hand, a condom held between his fore- and middle fingers.
He paused, like he was giving her a chance to look hard at the thing.
She didn't hesitate. She sat up and took the foiled packet from him, biting into it and ripping it open.
He groaned and then said, "I can put - "
"No, let me."
Practicalities had never been so erotic. She handled him well, stroking his great length as she covered him, until he was arched back and bearing his weight on his arms. As she worked him, his eyes burned, and when she pulled him down on top of her, he growled ... and kissed her the way she was learning he always did - with a dominance that came from a man knowing precisely what he could do to a woman.
She positioned him at her core, and in spite of how desperate she was for this and how much he obviously wanted her, he was slow and careful as he pressed inside. Good thing, too. Her body was ready - but that was a relative term, given the size of him.