When he was inside her, he knew, instinctively, it was a pleasure she’d offered to few men—not to mention a pleasure he was fucking honored as hell to have been given. Most men would have probably been surprised by the fact that she’d not slept around as much as she could have, given how desirable she was—but Sean figured he had a good handle on her reasons. Knowing what he did of her past, he didn’t doubt that she’d never been good at letting men get close to her.
All of which put him in a position he couldn’t help but feel conflicted about. He hated that something painful from her childhood had kept her from freely enjoying life—and yet, as a male who was interested in more than just fucking her, he’d have been lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t enjoy the fact that there was so much he would have the honor of teaching her, if she let him. If she gave him the chance—and something in his gut told him that she would. Because while she might not have a lot of experience with sex, she wasn’t afraid to go after her pleasure with everything that she had.
If that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever experienced, he didn’t know what was.
“God, what are you waiting for?” she groaned, glaring at him over her shoulder. “I thought you were going to fuck me!”
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he rasped, grabbing his dick and pressing the broad crown against her opening.
“Yes!”
“You better hold onto the headboard,” he warned, pushing the fat head of his cock a bit deeper, teasing her with it until she had her hands wrapped around two of the wrought iron rods. Then he gripped her hips in a tight hold and drove himself into her, all the way to his root, until every inch of him was packed up deep inside her, and her sharp cry was echoing through his head.
Fighting to hold still, he ran one hand up the soft, shivering length of her spine, and curved it over her shoulder. “Now answer the question, Natalie.”
She shook her head, trembling even harder. “I’ve never—”
“I’m not asking if you have,” he bit out, cutting her off.
Keeping his grip on her shoulder, he stroked a finger between her round ass cheeks, over the puckered ring of flesh again, his breath hissing through his teeth as her pussy gave a hard, slick pulse around his rigid cock. “I’m asking if you want it.”
“Do y-you?”
“I want every part of you. Including this hot little ass. And, yeah, I’ll eventually want to fuck the hell out of it. But I’d love it if, tonight, you let me give you just this one finger.”
“O-okay,” she stammered, her breath hitching when he didn’t waste any time, immediately piercing the tight ring of muscle with the wet tip of his index finger.
“Jesus,” he growled, when her pussy reacted to the double penetration by clenching around him so snugly he almost came then and there.
“Oh, God…Sean.” Her voice shivered with pleasure, the husky sound making him burn.
With his hooded gaze locked tight on her ass, he watched as he pulled his finger back a bit, then pushed it back in. His chest was rising and falling with his harsh breaths, his body so hot he was slick with sweat. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, pushing the words through his gritted teeth.
“I know. But it…it feels so good.”
He made a rough, feral sound deep in the back of his throat, and started fucking her then, hard and fast, because it was either that or have a goddamn heart attack. And it was so fucking good it was killing him. He used his grip on her shoulder to hold her in place, his finger sinking completely into the scalding depths of her ass, while his cock went so deep he was hitting the end of her.
Sean’s heart thundered, his pulse roared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he’d pulled his finger free, taken hold of her hips, and lifted her lower body higher, until her knees were no longer even touching the bed. She was completely in his control, and he pulled her back against him each time he thrust forward, slamming their bodies together in a primal, brutal rhythm that felt so fucking good it hurt.
“Nat, baby, talk to me. Are you okay?”
* * *
With his sexy, gravelly words echoing in her head, Natalie had to swallow twice before she finally managed to find her voice. “I’m…I’m okay,” she panted, the pleasure so intense she felt like she was drowning in it.
“You sure?”
“Y-Yes!” she cried, and instantly started convulsing, coming so hard she screamed something that was probably obscene, but the rush of her pulse in her ears was too loud to be sure. The orgasm that had been building inside her from the moment Sean first touched her ass was lush and tight, squeezing her muscular sheath around the hardness of his cock, the sensations so exquisite she could see why mind-shattering sex like this could make people do crazy things. It was as addictive as any drug, and a thousand times more delicious.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he growled, lowering her back to her knees. He fisted a hand in the back of her hair, pumped into her with three more deep, hammering thrusts, and then followed her over. He came so hard it shook his entire frame, his hips slamming against her, then grinding tight against her ass, as his guttural roar filled the room.
Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back, until he could get to her mouth. His lips were still damp from where he’d gone down on her, but he didn’t wipe the slickness away before he devoured her with a hot, possessive kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, moaning at the sweet, salty flavor, while he sought out every tender place inside her mouth with his tongue, laying claim to each one of them.
When he finally broke the succulent kiss so they could both take some much needed breaths, he collapsed onto his back beside her, a deep, purely masculine sound of satisfaction rumbling up from his chest. A ridiculously wide smile broke across her face, a fresh wave of pleasure sweeping through her at the aural evidence that he’d so thoroughly enjoyed what they’d done. She loved that she’d done that—that she’d made him feel that good.
And, God, had he made her feel amazing. She’d come so hard, so many times, she was surprised she hadn’t permanently damaged any brain cells from the devastating force of her orgasms. Even now, she was adrift in a warm, decadent sea of satisfaction, waxing poetic in her thoughts like one of the old historical romances she had used to love to read whenever she visited her grandmother’s.
Of course, she’d always scoffed at the heroine’s descriptions of how the hero could make her feel. And now look at her. She was just as bad!
Could great, mind-blowing, freaking fantastic sex really reach in and screw with your head like this, twisting you up and around? Or was her getting all sappy about him simply the product of all the watching…and waiting…and wanting she’d done when it came to Sean Cartwright? If so, then she’d been fucked before that big cock of his ever got close to her.
She frowned as that last thought worked its way through her mind. Oh, God. Was she fucked? Was she already getting in over her head with him?
Wait! Just…just stop. There’s no reason to do this now. I’m enjoying myself, so stop trying to screw it up!
Determined to calm the hell down, Natalie was still trying to catch her breath, both from the sex and her “almost” freak out, when a phone started signaling a text alert from somewhere in the condominium.
“For once, that’s your phone and not mine,” he said with a warm tilt of his lips, looking like a sex god sprawled back against the pillows, his surfer’s body a warm golden brown against the soft white sheets.
“I should probably go and check who the message is from. Do you, um, have a T-shirt I can borrow?” she asked, a bit self-conscious about walking around naked in front of him. Which was kinda funny, considering what they’d just been doing. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep…”
The sexy curve of his mouth when he suddenly grinned at her made her brain go a bit fuzzy, and she completely forgot what she’d been saying. Licking her lips, she somehow found the strength to pull her gaze away from h
is beautiful mouth, and back up to his equally beautiful eyes. “Um…why are you looking at me like that?”
The gleam in his dark eyes turned downright sinful. “Am I looking at you like I want to be back inside you?”
“Yes,” she said a little breathlessly, and a whole lot excited.
He gave her a wicked smile. “That’s because I do,” he said low, running a heated look over her curvy body, before moving off the bed.
Natalie was pretty sure she drooled a little at the truly awe-inspiring view of his naked backside, as he headed toward a tall, gray chest that sat against the opposite wall. As he opened one of the middle drawers, he shot her another scorching look over his broad shoulder. “And because the idea of you in my clothes is hot-as-fuck.”
She was still blushing, her lower lip trapped in her teeth, when she caught the soft, cotton T-shirt he tossed her. He headed into the bathroom, and she quickly pulled the shirt on, then made her way back to the foyer, where she’d left her bag and her purse. Grabbing her phone, she pulled up her messages and headed back to Sean’s bedroom.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her grimace when he came out of the bathroom and found her sitting on the foot of the bed.
“Nothing,” she said with a sigh, getting up and setting the phone on top of the chest. “It was just a stupid message from Matt.”
He scowled as he propped himself up against the headboard, completely at ease in his nudity. “What did the fucker say?”
“Who cares?” she asked, as she started to crawl up the bed to him. She was far more interested in getting her hands on as much of Sean’s ripped body as she could, than what Matt the Cheating Asshole had to say. Jerking her chin toward his phone, she suggested, “Why don’t you text your cousin and tell him you’re turning your phone off.”
He angled his head to the side, watching her like a hawk. “And then what?”
Her response was husky. “Then I plan on running my tongue over every single part of you.”
He still looked a bit grim about Matt, but a whole lot turned on by what she’d said, and he quickly grabbed his phone off the bedside table, his attention shifting to its screen as he tapped out a quick message. But before he was able to power the thing down, another text came through, and she watched him shake his head as she settled beside him, her legs curled to the side.
“Fucking Peyton called Jonah and told him about you,” he murmured, a smirk curling his sinful mouth as he looked over at her.
Natalie blinked. “Uh, what did she say?”
He shook his head again and snorted. “She told him there’s a sexy-as-hell redhead who has me all twisted up, but won’t go out with me. So the jackass has been texting me fucking pointers all night on how to win you over.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Any good ones?”
* * *
Sean powered down the phone and set it back on his bedside table, unable to keep the stupid grin off his face as he brought his gaze back to hers. “I just might read some of them out to you later. But right now, I don’t want anything else interrupting what’s turning out to be the best fucking night of my life.”
Her elegant brows slowly arched with surprise. “Seriously?”
“You don’t agree?” he asked, studying her expression. He was willing to bet everything he owned that that wasn’t what she’d meant—and he’d have been right.
“I didn’t say that,” she argued, looking adorably flustered…and more than a little confused. “It’s just that…I mean, most guys don’t like admitting things like that.”
“And I’m not most guys,” he rumbled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of him. The wet heat of her sex pressing against his stomach would have distracted the hell out of him, if what he had to say wasn’t so important. “You should get that through your head right now, Natalie. I’m not going to act like the other assholes you’ve known. I’m enjoying you too damn much to play games with you.”
Her beautiful gray gaze went soft and warm. “Wow, that was, uh, pretty perfect.”
“She’s finally learning,” he stated with a cocky smirk.
There was a small smile on her lips as Sean reached up and clasped the back of her neck, pulling her down to him for a deep, explicit kiss, their tongues rubbing and tasting, seeking out every surface and secret place. He lost himself in the warm, delicate textures of her mouth, and the sweet, exquisite flavor, and couldn’t help but be a little afraid. He wanted to tie this woman to him in every way possible, knowing damn well she was a flight risk. That she could panic over what was happening between them at any moment, and run.
But, God, he didn’t want her to. He wanted her to stay…and stay…and never fucking leave.
“I can’t believe we’re here, like this, together,” she said with a quiet laugh, when he finally let her come up for air. “I mean, just a few hours ago, I thought you were the biggest jerk alive.”
Sinking back into the pillows, he gave an appreciative smile at the vision she made, sitting on top of him in his shirt. Then he slid his hands under the white cotton, and clasped her hips, before saying, “You were so adorable that night your battery died.”
“Adorable?” she asked with a soft, disbelieving laugh.
“Yep.” He grinned as he lifted his brows. “Wanna know a secret?”
Her lips were twisted with exasperation, but she nodded anyway.
“I didn’t really need to get my phone out of my car,” he confessed. “I saw you leave Sophie and Chris’s from my living room window, where I was working, and ran out to the parking lot, hoping I’d get another chance to talk to you before you left.”
“I knew it!” she cried, laughing as she smacked him on the chest.
His hands settled possessively over her ass, pulling her tighter against him. “No way was I letting you drive away without seeing you again. You had my head spinning so hard, even when you kept trying to verbally rip my balls off.”
She gave another soft laugh, her cheeks flushed, looking too fucking gorgeous for words. He couldn’t resist lifting her up a bit, and then setting her right back down on him. Only this time, his cock was trapped between them, and he sucked in a sharp breath as the rigid shaft settled between the hot, slick folds of her cunt.
“Is that for me?” he rasped, his fingers digging into her soft skin. “Are you that wet for me?”
She licked her lips, and nodded.
“You’re fucking drenched,” he growled, every muscle in his body pulling tight with hunger…and unquenchable lust. “I can’t take it. It makes me want to eat you alive.”
When she scrunched her nose up and said, “But I probably taste like latex now,” he couldn’t help but give a gritty bark of laughter.
“You won’t after I’m done with you,” he promised.
“Okay, then,” she said a little shakily, her eyes dilating with desire as he reached up under the T-shirt and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across her sensitive nipples. “But only if I get to return the favor.”
He ripped the shirt off her, and tossed it aside, needing her naked like he needed his next breath. Then he lifted one of his hands and stroked his fingertips across the tender front of her throat, fucking dazed with his craving for this woman. “You want more? You want more of me spilling down this soft throat?”
“Yes.” Her lips twitched with sensual humor, her dark eyes bright with excitement. “It’s kinda crazy, how much I love having your beautiful cock in my mouth.”
Christ. Sean was so turned on he could barely speak, his heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer. “Then turn around and shove that pretty cunt in my face,” he somehow managed to growl at her, his goddamn hands shaking as he clasped her waist. “I fucking need to eat you out while you suck on me.”
Instead of doing as he said, she angled her head a bit to the side and smirked at him. “You know, for such a harsh word, you really love using it.”
“What? Cunt?” he asked, suddenly r
olling them over, so that she was on her back and he was lying between her legs.
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s earthy…and visceral,” he rasped, lowering his head to nuzzle the pale, silky skin of her inner thigh, his mouth watering as he pulled in a deep breath of her sweet scent. His heavy-lidded gaze settled hungrily on that beautiful, most intimate part of her, and he added, “The perfect word to describe what I see when I’m looking at you here.”
“My pussy is visceral?” she asked with a soft, feminine snort.
He laughed low and rough. “Your cunt is perfection, baby. Pure, fucking perfection.”
And as he shifted himself around so that he could sixty-nine with her, burying his head between her thighs while his cock jutted toward her hot little mouth, Sean let himself get lost in her body’s perfection all over again, his head roaring a single, guttural word, over and over.
Mine…Mine…Mine.
Fucking mine.
Chapter Eight
It’d been a single night that Natalie had spent in Sean Cartwright’s arms, but it’d been the most incredible, beautiful night of her entire life. One that she knew she would never, ever forget.
And now he was inside her again, thrusting into her well-used body with deep, grinding strokes in the golden shafts of late morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows, and it was such a gorgeous moment. So insanely perfect and powerful and sweet that she couldn’t keep the smile from her lips, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.
God, this was crazy. When he was inside her like this, his magnificent cock forcing its way into the very heart of her, she felt like everything in her world had been turned on its head. Like she’d been turned inside out, all the tender, vulnerable pieces she’d always tried so hard to protect completely exposed, while he made her feel so freaking incredible she didn’t even care. She was an emotional mess, on the verge of bursting into tears, even while she was grinning like a loon and moaning with pleasure.
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