Page 35 of Mine This Time
She let out another sigh. “I can’t believe this.”
When she turned to look at me, everything froze for a moment. My breath caught, and my heartbeat stuttered before lunging. I tried to remind myself I wanted to slow this down, somehow do this the right way. But I could barely hear my own thoughts over the rush of need pounding through me.
Mari, in nothing more than a thin T-shirt with her scent spinning around me like gossamer threads and catching me in its web, was too much for my rational, honorable mind. All I knew was I wanted her.
Her tongue darted out, sliding across her bottom lip. I thought she whispered my name, but I couldn’t be certain. The sound of her breath catching in her throat as she leaned toward me, pierced my hazy mind and electricity sizzled down my spine.
In a fiery second, she cupped my cheek and drew me to her mouth. Although I could’ve tried to convince myself she started it, that was an irrelevant detail. Because just as she arched up, I leaned down.
When our lips met, my body took that hit like a jolt straight into my veins. Mari was a drug for me. She was mine and mine alone, and I was already addicted.
Her lips were soft and warm when she teased her tongue against mine. I scrambled to grasp the reins of my control. I pulled back, just a whisper away from her.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Mari?” I asked in a gruff whisper.
It felt as if everything in me was leaning forward, just about to fall over the edge of a waterfall. The force of the current pushing me was almost impossible to withstand. I waited for her answer as her lashes swept up, and she caught my gaze.
“Absolutely.”
That single whispered word in Mari’s sexy, raspy voice, tipped me over the edge.
And then, we dove into our kiss together, a tangle of lips, teeth, and tongue. In a matter of seconds, I pulled Mari into my lap. She was a warm, silky soft bundle of curves, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Tearing my mouth free from hers, I pressed wet, open kisses along her jaw, and caught her earlobe in my teeth. Satisfaction washed through me when she shivered, and her skin rose in goosebumps in the wake of my touch.
Mari’s hands gripped my shoulders, sliding down over my biceps before one palm hooked on the hem of my T-shirt and skimmed against my skin under the fabric. I never even thought much about the subtle feel of a woman’s touch. Her touch was like the sparks from flint striking against stone, every spark falling into the fire already threatening to engulf us both.
Meanwhile, I slid my palms up her sides, savoring her ragged gasp and the murmur of my name. I already knew what she felt like at her core, but I needed to touch her desperately. Pressing her thighs apart, I expected to encounter her silky panties.
I knew she wore silk. I lost my damn mind at the bar earlier tonight when I felt that wet silk between her legs. Perhaps I’d simply tricked myself into thinking I saw the silhouette of her panties when she stood in the doorway only moments ago. I was startled to find nothing but her bare, wet pussy.
“Fuck, Mari,” I murmured against her skin as I was tracing her collarbone with my tongue.
“What?” she asked on a gasp when her hips arched into my fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I drew my fingers out and lifted them. I needed to taste her essence.
Her eyes were on me, her lips parted when I sucked my fingers, savoring the sweet elixir of her desire. I roughly yanked her shirt up and over her head. I needed to feel her against me.
“You have too many clothes on,” Mari murmured, her tone bossy.
“We can remedy that right quick.”
Shifting, I hooked my hand on the back of my T-shirt behind my neck and tossed it aside. Mari shimmied back onto my lap, yanking my boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free. Her palm curled around it, lightly gripping at the base before sliding up. Her eyes locked to mine as she swiped the drop of pre-cum rolling out the tip with her thumb before she licked it clean.
It was a fucking miracle I could think at all. Through the haze of raw need driving me, I reached for my jeans, where I’d draped them over the edge of the sofa. I yanked out my wallet and a condom so fast that everything else in it fell across the floor.
“Hurry,” Mari demanded as she rocked her hips, her slick folds sliding over the underside of my cock.
I rolled the condom on ruthlessly fast. In another second, I was gripping Mari’s hips when she rose up. Reaching between us to position my cock at her entrance, my fingers pressed into the soft give of her flesh as I held her still. “I want to feel every inch,” I murmured.
In return, Mari let out a low cry as I slowly breached her entrance. It took every ounce of discipline I had not to slam into her, but I wanted it slow.
Her core sheathed my cock slowly in a tight, silky clench. She finally settled down over me, wiggling her hips slightly and almost pushing me over the edge, an edge which I was barely clinging to with my fingertips.
She let out a satisfied little hum. “Oh, Nash,” she murmured. “I needed this. I needed you.”
