Page 59 of Her Every Fantasy

And he jackknifed upright. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he breathed hoarsely.

Hazel eyes burned everywhere they touched on my body. Combined with my own furnace-hot excitement, I was surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust. ‘Do you like your outfit, Bryce?’ I asked, stopping six feet from him to pose, one hip cocked with a hand braced on my waist.

The hands dangling between his thighs bunched into tight fists. ‘It’s sensational. But only because it’s wrapped around you. Can you come over here, rosebud? I want to see it up close.’

‘Please,’ I teased.

His face tightened further with arousal.‘Please.’

I slowly closed the distance between us until I towered over him. His lips parted as his gaze dropped to stare at the single strap covering my sex.

After an age, his gaze shifted to linger on the condoms tucked into the hip straps. Slowly his fingers rose to caress the one on my left hip. ‘Why is that so hot?’

I smiled. ‘Might be something to do with the idea that you might get lucky more than once before midnight?’

His gaze rose to lock on my breasts. He swallowed. ‘Or could be that I get to have you, at all, rosebud.’

The words held enough gravity to make my heart thud heavily before settling into a rhythm that raised my panic level.

‘Bryce.’

He visibly shook off whatever was eating him up. His fingers stopped caressing and grabbed one hip to propel me to him, his lips reverently placing a kiss just beneath my navel.

I sucked in a breath, the sensation of his mouth on me still sizzling and overwhelming enough to weaken my knees. I allowed it for a minute before pulling out of his grasp.

‘You’ve only seen the front. Care to see the back?’

When he blew out a breath and nodded, I stepped back and turned around, watching his expression over my shoulder.

His eyes were a smouldering collision of colour as they conducted a sizzling north to south scrutiny. ‘Fuck, Savvie. You’re so damned beautiful.’

The words, wrenched from the bottom of his soul, made my eyes prickle. Unable to fully take a breath, I turned. ‘You make me feel beautiful, Bryce.’

His gaze caught mine and I saw a flash of something in there that wrecked me. It was a mixture of silent admonition and regret.

Before I could probe it further, it was gone and he was back to devouring me with his eyes. ‘I don’t know where to look...where to touch you first.’

I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. When he was fully reclined, I swung one heeled foot over the other side of the recliner and stood over him. He shuddered as he stared up at me.

Leaning over, I ran a finger from his jaw, to his throat, to the centre of his chest, to the top of his lounge pants. ‘That’s okay because I’m calling the shots tonight. To start with... I’m going to kiss you everywhere...’

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second before they blazed on me again. ‘Yes.Please.’

The plea was too strong to resist. I avoided his mouth mainly to save it for last, but trailed my lips where my finger had been, revelling in his erratic breathing when I flicked my tongue over one flat nipple and nipped the tight skin above his navel. Still dropping hot kisses on his skin, I dipped my fingers beneath his waistband and pushed his trousers down. Impatiently, he lifted himself free and kicked them off, leaving him gloriously naked.

And very, very aroused. The moment I straddled him, demanding hands grabbed. Bryce caressed me everywhere, his movements growing more urgent the more I played with him.

‘Kiss me, Savvie. Please,’ he begged gruffly when Ibypassed his lips one too many times.

‘Be patient,’ I teased, tearing one condom open to sheathe his steely length, then drew my wet heat over him once, twice, then lifted myself long enough to fist his cock, caress him from root to tip.

His teeth gritted. ‘You’re driving me insane. Fuck me. God, just fuck me.’ His nails dug into my hips and hot, imploring eyes met mine. ‘Tell me you can do that without taking this off?’

‘I can fuck you without taking this thing off,’ I confirmed, reaching behind me to undo a little stud that held the strap between my thighs. At his satisfied grunt, I dragged the tip of his cock to my pussy, then, eyes locked on him, I sank down, impaling myself on him.

His hoarse shout was music to my ears. It turned my insides liquid, fuelled the exquisite roll of my hips as I set the pace, the conditioning I’d put my body through making my movements smooth and deep as I rode him. Listened to hot, sexy curses fall from his lips as bliss overwhelmed us both.

‘Do you want me to kiss you now, Bryce?’ I breathed against his lips.

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