He tasted of whisky and man—all dark, delectable, and intoxicating. His clean scent surrounded her, and she whimpered as his lips moved softly against hers. Her hands found his chest, and she clutched desperately at his tee shirt. He rained soft kisses over her skin, completely at odds with his mass of muscle and sheer strength. She trembled in his arms, not knowing if she should come with him or run away from his particular brand of torture—entire nights full of searing kisses, teasing caresses, and screaming orgasms. Satisfaction guaranteed.
His mouth sought hers again, hot, needy, and desperate. The fire in him consumed her, sent her up in smoke. Impossibly, his arms tightened around her even more. She rose to her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck. His broad shoulders were the stuff dreams were made of—strong and overbearing. Sexy. The type of thing you wanted to desperately hang onto as a man drove into you, sending you crying out in ecstasy.
His erection ground into her stomach, thick and enticingly hard, and his solid chest pushed against her swollen breasts. Arousal dampened her panties. In ten seconds, she was about ready to scramble up his body, scraping her nipples against his broad pecs and rubbing his thick length against her throbbing center.
Heat washed over her skin as her pulse quickened. The electricity sparking between them made her dizzy with a want she hadn’t felt in nearly a decade. With a yearning that could only be slaked by him.
Christopher’s hands slid down her sides, and he hauled her up into his arms. Her legs slid around his waist, seemingly of their own accord, and suddenly her throbbing heat was flush against his arousal, exactly where she needed him. The thin barrier of her dress and panties did little to shield her from his erection, and she gasped as he pulled her even closer.
“Which hotel is yours?” he ground out.
“One block over—” His teeth grazed her neck as he started walking, stealing her next words. She gasped as he enticingly rubbed against her with every step.
“Christopher, put me down!”
He ducked his head to her ear. “My truck’s in the garage. Name and room number, or I’m taking you right there in the back of my damn pick-up.”
“Oh!”
White hot lightning shot through her body as his arousal pressed exactly where she needed him. She was close, so close…. Christopher’s hands slid to her thighs as she clung to him, spreading her legs even wider apart. At the rate she was going, she’d be screaming in ecstasy before they made it through the front door.
“Please,” she gasped, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Christopher ducked into a darkened doorway, pushing her back against it. They were hidden from the street, and she buried her head against his neck, muffling her cries as he thrust against her. He pushed her dress up to her hips, her lacy panties the only thing shielding her from his onslaught.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” His voice was so gruff it could cut steel. It was thick with desire and arousal. She was wet, desperate for him, turned on even more knowing he wanted her so badly.
She mumbled an incoherent response as she began to see stars. They weren’t even undressed, and she was about to combust right here. She didn’t care if the whole goddamn world could hear her. Her entire existence hinged on Christopher, on this moment. Large hands palmed her bottom, squeezing, and he ground her against him, lifting her up and down.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
Heat coiled down from her center, spreading through her flushed body, nearly making her lose control. Waves of pleasure began to wash over her, threatening to pull her under. Christopher was urging her higher and higher still. When she fell, she’d never be the same again.
“Come for me, honey. Let go.”
The world stopped. Spun. And she shattered, exploding into a million little pieces in Christopher’s arms. She cried out his name, nearly sobbing in pleasure at her release. He held her tightly against him as she shook and rode out her explosive orgasm. After an endless crest, she finally tumbled back down from heaven, gasping. Breathlessly, she met his gaze, seeing the dark desire pooling in his eyes. Their gazes locked for heated moment, and he ducked his head, capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss.
Chapter 6
Lexi tasted sweeter than sin. Like cherries dipped in honey. Topped with whipped cream. He kissed her roughly. Possessively. Like a dying man starved for a feast. He lifted one hand to her face as he supported her weight in his other arm. His thumb skimmed over her cheek. And when her soft lips parted for him, he groaned. Fuck, she was the sweetest thing he’d ever known.
He kissed her more softly, teasing her with his lips and tongue, and felt her trembling. For him.
His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking gently against hers, and she sighed, giving in to him. His groin tightened at the tiny whimpers coming from her. Despite the slight edge she now had, nearly ten years later, she still let him take command. He’d had her coming in minutes, and they hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing. Hell if that didn’t make him harder than steel. His hand slid to the back of her head, tilting it further, as he claimed her mouth. Her lips were swollen and full from his kisses. Ripe. Fucking Gorgeous. His stubble grazed across her tender flesh. He’d devour her right here if she’d let him—right in the goddamn street.
He’d gone an entire lifetime without touching her, tasting her. Without taking her pleasure, making her cry out his name. Tonight she was his. She gasped, and her hands fluttered helplessly against his chest as he gently tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. He softly bit down, and then soothed the sting with his tongue. She actually moaned for him.
He was dying to feel her delicate hands trailing down his bare abdomen. To feel her knuckles grazing against his stomach…and ending up below his belt. His cock twitched at the thought of Lexi’s hands on him—of her mouth sucking him deep. Fuck—he’d taught her exactly how to pleasure him. Would it still be as earth-shattering as it was in his memories? He wouldn’t let himself come in her mouth though—he needed his release to be deep inside her. In the closest thing to heaven he’d ever known.
He broke their kiss and dipped his head to her ear, breathing as heavily as she was. “Take me to your hotel, Lexi. Let me love on you all night.”
She whimpered, and he brushed his lips over her neck, watching her pulse jump. Her lavender scent slammed into him, and images from a lifetime ago flipped through his mind. The way she responded to him drove him fucking wild. Did she even realize the effect she had on him? How turned on he was just from being near her? Having just a taste of Lexi was not an option. His desire for her couldn’t be contained. His primal urges couldn’t be controlled.
“Christopher….” She sounded so helpless as she uttered his name. He wanted—needed—to make it up to her. He needed to show her with his body what he could never say in words. That she was the only woman for him—ever. Lexi was it for him. If he couldn’t have her, he didn’t want anyone else. He sure as hell didn’t even deserve her, but he didn’t think he could live with another ten years of regret weighing on his shoulders. He couldn’t stand having her so close and not touching, kissing, and caressing every single inch of her body. Of not claiming her as his own once more.
“Which hotel is yours?” he asked, his voice raw with desire.
“The tallest one, a block over.”
He shifted, swinging her legs up into his arms, preparing to cradle her against his chest the entire damn way.
She giggled like the girl he’d once known. “I can walk, big guy.”
“Not tonight, you’re not. I’m holding you close all damn night long.”
Five minutes later he was shoving open the door to her hotel room, Lexi still secure in his arms. “I want you naked, beneath me,” he said. His voice was gruff, unraveling. How had he survived so long without this woman at his side?
He strode across the room to the large bed, gently setting her down in front of it. Violet eyes gazed up at him, and he lifted her chin, sliding his thumb across
her plump lips. There was a light rosy flush across her cheeks, either from the pleasure he’d given her moments ago or the brisk night air on their walk back. More like a full-out run. He’d beat feet with her in his arms, thankful for all those damn treks across the desert with an eighty-pound rucksack strapped to his back. A quick walk through town with a gorgeous woman—his woman—in his arms was nothing.
He needed to be atop her, inside her, and needed to hear her softly crying out his name. He’d move heaven and earth to be with her again, to make her his. Fuck, she’d just come out on the damn street from him grinding against her. He couldn’t wait to feel her explode with his cock buried deep inside her silken walls, right where he belonged. The way their bodies joined together was like Lexi was made to be his. He’d screwed things up a lifetime ago, but at this moment? He’d give just about anything to make it right.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, and he realized he’d been lost in his own thoughts. No need to stay there too long—Lexi was just about the only good thing about his past.
“I’ll do anything you want, honey.”
She rose to her tiptoes and wound her slender arms around his neck. His breathing hitched as her breasts rubbed up against his chest. He could feel her nipples harden beneath that thin sundress she had on. Blood rushed to his groin.
His hands slid between them, and he palmed her breasts, kneading and caressing as her head fell back on a soft sigh.
She needed to lose her clothes. Like yesterday.
He tugged her dress up over her head and his breath caught as he stared at the vision in black lace. Full breasts were peeking through her sexy bra, and matching panties covered her below. He fumbled, unclasping the back of her bra, then slid his fingers beneath the delicate straps. She trembled and took a sharp breath as he gently pushed them off her shoulders. Her bra fell to the ground, baring her to him. She was fucking perfect, with pale, creamy skin and rosy nipples. Even more gorgeous than he remembered. He ached for her—to feel her trembling beneath him, to feel her silken walls clamping down around his throbbing cock. To taste every square inch of her with his tongue.
He lightly squeezed her breasts, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. As they spilled over his palms, he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, and she moaned. Long, silky black hair trailed down to her plump mounds, which were heaving up and down with each breath she took. He couldn’t tear his eyes away if he wanted to. He pinched and pulled her nipples, watching them pebble beneath his fingers. He was dying to find out how wet she was for him. To see if she tasted as sweet as in his memories.
Hard as a rock, he stepped closer, a primal need to possess and pleasure her filling his chest. Throbbing in his cock. Beating in his heart.
***
Christopher’s fingers sent flames licking through her body. She felt every tweak and pull of her nipples shoot straight down to her clit. He teased and tormented her, making a low, satisfied sound of approval as she gasped against him.
“Lexi, honey, I want you to come for me.”
Large hands slid to her hips, and he nudged her until the backs of her legs hit the mattress and she fell onto the bed. His forearms came down at her sides, caging her in, his erection rubbed up against her soft heat, exactly where she needed him, and a second later his lips were on hers.
He kissed her thoroughly, stealing her breath, as his large body settled over her. His fingers circled her wrists, pinning her hands above her head as their tongues danced, twisted. She felt his hard-on through his pants, and heat shot through her from her head down to her toes as he pressed against her. She bucked her hips off the bed, helpless to the need he unleashed in her.
His teeth grazed across her lower lip before slowly sinking down. He tugged, nearly making her come undone.
“I need you,” she gasped.
“Not yet, honey,” he said, his eyes dark with arousal. “I want you burning for me.”
He kissed his way down her neck, his full lips skimming over her pulse, biting her gently as she moaned. She was desperate to touch him, to grab onto his shoulders and biceps, to have anything to hold onto. His fingers tightened, holding her arms firmly in place. Hot licks of his tongue swirled across her breasts, circling around, teasing her over-sensitized nipples. She cried out for him and heard his responding guttural sound of approval.
He sucked one taut bud into his mouth, tormenting her with his tongue, before gently grazing his teeth across her stiffened peak.
“Christopher, please,” she gasped.
He finally released her arms, kissing down her bare stomach as his fingers trailed up her thighs. She was wet, dripping for him. He gazed down at the black lace panties she had on and closed his eyes for a moment. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered.
His knuckles grazed over her mound as he watched her, fire in his eyes.
“Please,” she gasped. She felt like she was combusting, slowly burning up from the inside out. He pushed her panties aside, his thick fingers sliding through her drenched folds. He held her gaze as he touched her, seemingly mesmerized by her reaction. Fingertips fluttered against her sensitized flesh, swollen and wet for him. One thick finger sank into her molten core, and she gasped at the intimate invasion. He slid a second finger inside, stretching her for him. She moaned as he eased them in and out, slowly, much too slowly. His head dipped, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth once more.
A cascading waterfall of pleasure washed over her, making her cry out. Her hands clutched his head, raking her fingernails over his short hair. He teased her nipple with his tongue and slid his thumb in ecstasy-inducing strokes over her clit. She cried out and arched up off the bed, inadvertently pushing her breasts further up to him. He growled in approval, his thick fingers thrusting into her faster, driving her higher. His thumb circled around and around her swollen nub until the intense pleasure was too much to bear, and she cried out, a thousand shooting stars streaking across the sky.
Her waves of pleasure were endless, unstoppable. Christopher didn’t let up as her body shuddered beneath him. Slowly, she fell back down to Earth, gasping for breath, Christopher’s strokes finally lessening as he eased her return. Her inner walls pulsed around his fingers, and Christopher glanced up, smug male satisfaction on his face.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, breathless. “I haven’t—” She cut herself off, unwilling to let him know the truth.
Haven’t come for another man.
Haven’t come that hard—ever.
Haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for nearly a decade.
“Haven’t what?” he asked, softly kissing his way back up her body. His tongue trailed between her breasts, lingering, and she felt herself already growing aroused again. He trailed kisses across her collarbone, moving higher. The stubble on his face scraped against her neck, and he nibbled gently on her skin. He smelled good enough to eat—nothing but clean, delicious male. Pure Christopher.
His eyes locked with hers as he waited for her answer.
“Nothing,” she said, flushing as she met his intense gaze.
“Do you moan like that for other men?” he asked, brown eyes blazing with heat.
“No,” she whispered.
“You haven’t been with any other man since me?” His face registered shock. His fingertips slid through her hair.
“No, I couldn’t—” she cut off, looking away.
“Couldn’t what?”
“Nothing.” He caught her chin in his hand, gently turning her to face him. She could feel his erection pressing against her, seemingly growing harder at the thought of her never being with another man. That part wasn’t true, but the idea of no other man pleasuring her seemed to make him swell with pride.
Score one for him.
“Couldn’t what?” he repeated.
“Couldn’t come,” she said softly.
Arousal flared in his eyes. “You sure come hard for me, honey.”
***
Lexi lay beneath him, flushed and sated,
and he’d barely touched her. The stunning truth was practically unbelievable—ten damn years had gone by, and no other man could get her off? Fucking idiots. The dudes she’d been with must have been complete imbeciles, because she shot off like a firecracker whenever he touched her. He could spend hours tracing over her skin with his fingertips, swirling his tongue over her soft curves, driving his shaft into her sweet folds. And she didn’t respond to anyone but him?
Holy hell.
Male pride surged through him. He felt strong, invincible—capable of taking on the whole world. He’d been a fucking fool to ever run from her.
And he was the damn luckiest man on Earth to have run into her tonight.
Gently, he slipped his hands inside those lacy black panties, adrenaline surging through him at her intake of breath. His knuckles grazed over her flat stomach for a moment before he finally slid the scrap of lace down her shapely legs. As he gazed back up at Lexi, her flushed cheeks, swollen breasts, and rosy nipples nearly took his breath away. And that patch of dark hair down below was covering the sweetest spot of all. He was dying to sink deep inside her velvety channel, sending them both to heaven.
He ripped off his shirt, liquid heat pooling inside him as her eyes trailed over his abdomen. He kept in good shape and knew women always appreciated his muscular torso, but having Lexi look at him that way was hotter than hell.
“Well, damn,” she said.
Christopher chuffed out a laugh. Hell if it didn’t make him feel ten feet tall having Lexi’s eyes run over him like that. To have her look at him the way she once did made him prouder than damn near anything. Her approval meant everything to him—nothing else mattered. How he’d screwed it up so badly was a damn mystery. He was young and stupid then—nothing but a fool.
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