Enamor (Hearts of Stone #3)

by Veronica Larsen

  I look into her eyes again, not caring if I sound as desperate as I feel, and bring my hand back up to her face, stroking the side of her cheek. Her lips shake under uneven breaths.

  She's beautiful and sensual and strong. Her eyes are eager and her smell seduces me like nothing I've ever experienced before. I can't hide how hard I am, and I don't want to.

  I press against her, letting her feel me, and hoping she enjoys the pressure of her soft body yielding to mine as much as I do.

  "You feel that?" I ask. She nods, biting her lower lip as I go on, my voice thick, "I want to make it so that you can't think the word sex without remembering me sliding inside of you. I need to know what you sound like when you come. And I need to know what you feel like, inside, when you do. Tell me you want it, too."

  The words barely leave my lips before she takes them into her mouth, keeping my lips parted with her own.

  Her one, simple move detonates everything and leaves no traces of hesitation in its wake. And just like that, my mouth moves desperately over hers.

  I never knew a kiss could grab hold of me and pull me straight down a rabbit hole. And now I know, without a shadow of a doubt, it would've been impossible for this kiss to happen before tonight without me exploring every other part of her body.

  She breathes out a low moan that travels down my spine. Her hands tug on my shirt, pulling me closer even though I'm already flush with her.

  I don't stop kissing her. I can't. She tastes faintly of lime and tequila and she feels like getting drunk. I smell her breath and I taste her sighs. Her body in my arms, so soft and warm. It makes me battle an insane urge to rip her clothes off and push myself inside her where she stands. I will myself toward control, because there's no way I'm letting this night end in a careless whirlwind.

  I move us backward toward my bed, without breaking our kiss. When she hits the edge of the mattress, she pulls her mouth back from mine and looks at me.

  "I didn't ask for condoms to be with anyone else," she says. "Just you. So, you asked me if I want this?" Her hand lowers to my waist, curling over the waistband of my pants. She undoes the button of my jeans and slides her hand inside. I suck in a breath as warm fingers wrap around my hard cock. Her words come out in a shaky breath. "The answer is yes."

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  Julia

  WE'VE BEEN PLAYING WITH fire. And tonight? The tiny match we've been fooling with just set off an explosion. Sensations ripple through me until my head tumbles in wild circles.

  One of my hands strokes his erection, the feel of which floods me with a lust so consuming it scares me. And as my hand moves slowly down his shaft, an involuntary breath leaves me and excited nerves flutter around in my stomach. His pants fall to the floor as I continue to stroke him. He breathes heavily and brings his own hands to the sides of my face, holding it in a way that's possessive and gentle at the same time.

  "I need to know you're not drunk," he says. "Because I don't want it unless you're all here. I've waited a long time. One more night won't kill me."

  One more night might kill me.

  "I only had one drink. I'm all here."

  He looks pleased by my answer. Wordlessly, he lowers his face to the side of my neck and trails tantalizing kisses that make me squirm in delight. All the while, his hands move under my blouse gathering the material and pulling it over my head. He lets out an appreciative groan at the sight he unveils, gaze moving over me hungrily. I'm wearing my favorite black bra, the one that makes me feel like I can take on the world with my cleavage.

  I pull his own shirt over his head and, though I've seen him shirtless many times before, tonight I get to do something I've wanted to do for a long time. I run my hands over his bare chest, tracing the grooves of his abdomen, the lines of his ab muscles underneath the smooth skin, until my fingers reach the waistband of his underwear.

  He puts a finger under my chin, pulling my head up for another mind-numbing kiss. Then he says, "Get in my bed, woman."

  His words, the way he says them, douse my skin. But before I yield to his command, I lower my jeans, slowly. I'm confident his eyes are glued on my movement as I unveil the pair of pink panties I know showcase my butt in a flattering way. I feel sexy and powerful and for a moment, I forget I'm the inexperienced one, as I crawl onto his bed like the creature he's so sweetly nicknamed me. And when I sit on my heels and look at him, his eyes are hooded and one of his hands sits over the tent in his boxers.

  His eyes roam helplessly over my body, my breasts, the center of my thighs. But instead of climbing on the bed like I expect, he crooks a finger at me and I oblige. I move toward him on my knees as he drops his underwear to reveal his full-blown erection for the first time. I stare, my breathing lagging behind even while my heartbeat picks up a notch.

  "I want you to feel safe," he says. "I need you to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable."

  His words and the deeply genuine way he says them take me off guard and I swallow back the lump in my throat. I'm overcome with the certainty that this…this is the right decision. I never thought I'd feel this powerful giving myself to a man again.

  He reaches into his bedside drawer and he pulls out a white picture frame. Takes me a second to recognize it as the one I left there as a prank, with the condom taped to it and the note: Break glass in the unlikely event you get laid tonight.

  "It's the only one I've got," he says, with a small grin.

  He makes a motion to slam the glass on the far edge of the nightstand, over his trash bin, but my hand closes over his arm to stop him.

  "You told me a while ago you haven't been with anyone since the last time you were tested. Is that still true?"

  "It is."

  "Same for me," I say.

  The confusion in his eyes yields slowly to a greedy expression as he realizes what I'm asking. But he shakes his head. "We should still use one. I'm assuming you're not on birth control."

  "I am," I say. "I've got a chip in my arm."

  If possible, a greedier expression flashes past his eyes. He chews on his bottom lip, something I've never seen him do before. His breathing is deep and slow and he takes a minute to ask, "Are you sure about this?"

  I've never felt safer and nothing has ever felt more right. I want this to be different from my first time, in every way possible. I take the frame from his hand and set it back on the nightstand. "I'm absolutely sure."

  It's hard to ignore that his erection has grown fiercer in the course of our conversation and he has that dangerous look in his eyes. He unhooks my bra and throws it aside.

  "Lie back for me," he says. "I want to look at every inch of your gorgeous body."

  I do as he says. My hands rest automatically behind my head as I settle back on the mattress. I'm tantalized by the way he looks down at my bare breasts, his gaze is like a caress all on its own. I've never enjoyed a man's eyes on me the way I enjoy his. I've never felt more comfortable in my own skin than I do right now.

  "God, you're stunning. Do you know that?"

  I can't speak, but I don't have to. He lowers himself over me, slowly, hands moving over my hips to pull the flimsy pink fabric over my hipbones and down my legs, stroking my skin as he does so. He comes back up over me, propping himself on his forearms, arms hooking under mine.

  He kisses me. First on my forehead, my cheek, my nose, then the corner of my lips. Gaze locking with mine, he settles between my parted legs, positioning himself right over my entrance. My heart thunders in my chest as the tip of his erection brushes against me.

  "I want this to be what you remember when you think about your first time," he whispers, pressing slowly inside.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  Giles

  HER LIPS PART AND her eyebrows raise a fraction when I press the tip of my cock into her and lower my mouth over hers, hovering there. She moans out as I push further in, slowly. I bite back a long groan. I've never had sex without a condom before and I'm not prepared for the searing heat that
envelops me. She feels like a dream. Her hot muscles clench around me, so tightly they're almost resisting, almost pushing me backward.

  "Goddamn," I whisper, resisting the urge to drive myself all the way inside, all at once.

  I have an intense craving to feel her wrapped around my entire length this tight. But I'm worried it might be too much. She clearly needs a moment to adjust to me. So, I slide in slowly, listening as her breathing turns into small groans of acceptance until I'm almost all the way in.

  She looks beautiful lying there, eyes shut, biting her lower lip. Vulnerable in a way I've never seen. It makes me want to do things in ways I never have, to give her everything she didn't have before.

  "Are you okay?"

  When she nods, I pull back and push inside again in a half-thrust. "You like that?"

  "Yes."

  "How about this?" I ask, offering two shallow pumps. She moans, then wraps her legs around my waist and pulls my lower body into hers, forcing me the rest of the way in.

  I take her lead and begin a rhythmic pulsing as her hands move over my biceps and the sounds trailing from her throat encourage me further.

  "Oh God…" she breathes out, eyes shutting tight.

  Every time I push inside, her walls squeeze back on my head and all the way down my shaft, and each time I want to curse under my breath because it feels so damn good.

  I wanted this to last as long as possible, I wanted to bend her body every way I could and glimpse her from all sorts of different angles. But I'm already hanging on by a thread. After months of not having sex, she is a nirvana too intense to ride for long. I know now, I need to focus all my energy on making her come before I make the mistake of robbing her of the chance.

  "I want to see the look in your eyes when I'm fucking you," I say. "You feel how hard I am for you?"

  Her lids flutter open and her brown eyes latch onto mine. "Yes," she whispers, a haze floating across her features.

  "You can be as loud as you want," I tell her. "No one can hear us over the music. I want you screaming, you hear me?"

  She groans and I can feel my words making her even wetter, my thrusts finding more and more lubrication. This steady, slow rhythm is the most incredible sort of tease and I can't believe how much I enjoy it. It's not easy for me to go slow. I've never been a patient lover and I've never been romantic about sex. But tonight, I'm determined to ease her into it, make her as comfortable as possible, and show her what great sex is supposed to be like.

  Except she's the one showing me. Because I've never had this kind of sex before. Sex where I could feel every part of the woman around every inch of me. Sex where I cared more about pleasing her than getting myself off.

  Holding off on my own ending to give her one is somehow the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, being on the edge and staying there. My hips grind into her body, eliciting delicious little noises from her with each thrust. Without slowing, I bring a hand between us and rub her clit, rougher strokes than I'd dare do with my dick just now.

  "You're so wet," I say. "It's all over your thighs."

  She whimpers in response, hips tilting toward me. Her face unmasks to reveal every nuance of pleasure I deliver. Watching her drives me closer to the edge, hearing her makes me feel like I'll plummet over at any moment.

  I jut my hips against her faster, watching her expression for any signs of discomfort. But she's crooning out her encouragement with a deliciously tortured look on her face. I'm harder than an iron rod and it feels so good it's almost painful, but I think she's grown accustomed to me, though she's still so incredibly tight that I'm forcing her to spread open with each inward thrust.

  "This—" I pulse into her in a cruel stroke, testing her threshold and finding she's wet enough to allow us to slide together perfectly despite how insanely tight she's gripping me. She cries out and I do it again. "This is just for me, isn't it?"

  "Yes," she breathes out.

  "No one else has ever been inside you like this, have they?"

  "Just you."

  "How's it feel?"

  I don't slow down and for a second, she's too busy panting to respond. But then, in a weak voice she says, "So…good."

  I bite back the grin threatening to reveal how cocky she's making me. I press my chest closer to her breasts and lay my face right beside hers. My lips to her ear.

  "I'm your first," I tell her. "Remember this. Remember the ways I own your body. Remember how deep I reach you. Remember how incredible it feels."

  Her fingers dig into the muscles of my back and her voice is a hoarse whisper. "Yes…yes…"

  "You're taking it so good, baby. You must really want it."

  "I want it…I want it…don't stop," she pleads between moans.

  And that? Fuck. That just about ends everything.

  "Like this?" I ask. My thrusts are long and rough, pushing all the way in until our bodies bump at the end. Her breathing grows into whimpers with every upward stroke, as I create friction on her clit. She's close. But I might be closer and am growing desperate as I try to hang on.

  "Let me feel you coming around my cock," I beg. "Come on. Come for me nice and hard."

  She releases a long, wild moan, hips thrusting up, muscles clenching around me so suddenly that I groan out, too. I come right then, pumping uncontrollably as her body writhes beneath me.

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  Julia

  I THOUGHT I KNEW what an orgasm felt like, but all those times I've made myself come with my fingers were just a small taste of reality. Euphoria rushes through my body, sweeping me away for a hundred miles, sending me spinning and spinning, and all I can do is allow the overwhelming sensations to crash over me, my throat ringing with my cries of pleasure.

  I'm flooded with warmth as Giles pumps into me for the last time. I soak in his wild groan, his frantic breathing, and the way he all but collapses onto me, utterly spent.

  We've gone completely still, but he's still inside of me. I don't want him to ever pull out.

  He props up on his elbows and stares at me, eyes trailing over my hairline and lips before settling over my eyes. "You're so beautiful. I don't know how I kept my hands off of you for this long."

  "You didn't," I remind him.

  He grins. "I've thought about that night in the game room every day since. I've taken longer showers because of it, handling the painful hard-on you gave me every time I thought of it. But Julia? I might need extra showers every day to handle my thoughts of tonight." He buries his face into the side of my neck and inhales. "God, that felt so good. I've never come so hard."

  His words please me and I'm relieved to hear him say he enjoyed it as much as I did. It's like I've been given a spoonful of ecstasy and he holds the rest of the bottle. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug his lower body even closer, his still lingering erection sliding farther in.

  "I want more."

  He laughs, pulling his head up to kiss me. "I do, too, little leopard. But I'm going to need a minute. Or twenty."

  I try not to frown and instead busy myself by running my fingers through his hair. I've always known he was handsome, but something about us lying on each other naked after reaching a blissful state together, makes me notice it in different ways.

  "We've crossed the line, all right," I say, softly.

  He runs a hand down the side of my body, tracing my curves and rounding my breasts. "I never want to go back."

  We have sex again, oblivious to the hoards of people in the house. Not caring if the music and chatter from outside the room are enough to mask the sounds of our lovemaking.

  He's intuitive, reading my body and my moans to gauge where to touch me and how fast to go. I can tell he's being gentle with me, and I'm secretly glad because it's like I'm bursting at the seams from the way he fills me. Even still, his passion can't be contained and every stroke, every move is highly charged with need, ablaze with desire.

  He radiates how badly he wants me in the smallest ways and takes m
e so passionately it's hard for me to catch my breath. When he makes me come again, it's just as vibrant and euphoric as the first time. The second orgasm leaves me with an even bigger appetite for more. And I realize this is only the beginning of us exploring each other's bodies. That I've only discovered the tip of the iceberg of the delirium we can experience together.

  I wake up to our naked bodies tangled between the sheets. It's impossible to hold back the stupid grin that comes over my face when I look at his sleeping face and think about last night.

  After he wakes up, he takes me in the shower for a long time. The water running cold as our bodies continue to wind and grind against each other. He holds me up in his arms and my back slides up and down the slick shower wall with his thrusts. I bite down on my lip to keep my moans low, even while he's driving me out of control. I've never felt so good in my life, I've never craved anyone, or anything, more than the way I crave him, even while he's buried deep in me.

  His thrusts grow desperate when I say, between whimpers, that I'll be late for work. And soon, I'm forced to bury my face into his neck to muffle the long cry of pleasure as I'm plunged into my second orgasm of the morning. Or is it afternoon now?

  When we are out of the shower, he insists on drying me, taking care to drag the towel over each inch of my body, kissing some places as he goes. I have to pry myself out of his arms long enough to get dressed and slip out of the room.

  It's not until I shut his door behind me that I realize I've got to walk down the hall to my room in last night's clothes. I've done it in my pajamas every morning for what seems like forever. But somehow this morning is different. My body feels strange in even stranger ways. I can still feel him inside of me, which doesn't make sense since I'm also achingly empty and sore between my legs.

  I never want to go back.

  His words chime in my ear during my entire walk to work. A smile creeps over my lips even as I try to remain, to the outside world, perfectly unaffected.