Page 25 of Zale's Little Girl
“Definitely.”
Before she could get nervous and tense up, he flexed his hips and sank fully inside her. When the stretching sting faded, Pippa looked at him in awe. She couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. “Move, please.”
“I am yours to command,” he told her with a twinkle in his eye.
She’d never considered that sex could contain more than just heat. His concern and humor made being so intimate seem less like a performance event and more like a bonding. Pippa liked that, especially as he moved, and those sensuous sensations built within her.
Zale subtly altered each stroke until she gasped and clenched his shoulders. “There?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. Let’s see if I can make you forget your manners.” Supporting himself on one powerful forearm, he cupped her breast and kneaded her softness.
Dividing her attention between all the sensations buffeting her was so hard. When he tweaked her nipple between his fingers, the sharp jolt distracted her from trying to focus on individual caresses. She moved against him, taking in everything—the scratch of his chest hair against her nipples, the growing tingles between her legs, that electric jolt of sensations when he hit that perfect spot inside her, the ripped form and handsome face that inspired all sorts of fantasies.
The air heated around them. His skin gained a sheen from his exertions. Pippa arched up to lick over his chest, targeting his nipple. His groan came from deep inside his chest.
Zale tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her head back. His mouth slammed down on hers in a flurry of super-heated kisses that left them breathless. When he lifted his head, Zale’s hungry expression pushed her arousal higher.
Wrapping her legs around him, Pippa rubbed herself against him. She needed to come. He had to make her come.
“Let me help you, kitten.”
Reaching underneath her to cup her bottom, Zale rose to sit on his shins. He lifted her to meet his thrusts, adding a grind of his pelvis against hers at the end. Instant zings of pleasure rocketed through her. They built until she didn’t think she could take any more. Just when she opened her mouth to plead for his help again, Zale pinched her clit.
With a scream, Pippa arched her back, pushing herself hard against him as her tight passage clenched around him. Zale’s hands tightened around her hips, and Pippa hoped he’d leave marks that would remind her of this pleasure. His thrusts quickened, pushing her orgasm higher. A deep, wordless shout made her open her eyes to look up at him. Watching him lose control suddenly became her favorite activity in the world.
CHAPTER 9
“Good morning, kitten. I’m afraid it’s time for me to get up,” Zale told her.
She could hear the regret in his tone. He didn’t want to go. “Time will fly past. Fridays always do, right?”
“Sometimes. Want to get up and have some breakfast with me?”
“Of course.”
By the time she’d thrown on leggings and a T-shirt, Zale was already in the kitchen putting together hot cereal. “I haven’t had oatmeal since I was a kid,” she said.
“It’s good for you. Come add what you like. Nuts, fruit, and brown sugar,” he said, handing her a heaping bowl.
“I’ll never eat that much.”
Zale set the bowl down and picked up another. Lifting the serving spoon from the pot, he said, “Tell me when,” and plopped one helping into her bowl.
“Oh, that’s great,” she said quickly to stop him from adding more. As she topped hers with the goodies, Pippa watched him add more into the first bowl.
How much can this guy eat?
“You’re hungry, huh?” she asked.
“I had a lot of exercise last night. I have to refuel,” he teased.
Pippa’s cheeks heated, and she knew a blush had spread over her face. “You!”
“I know. And you, too,” he reminded her. “How do you feel?”
Wondering if he was asking what she thought he was, she glanced up at him. The concerned look on his face answered that question and made her answer honestly. “Incredible. A little sore, but I had no idea having sex could be like that.”
