Page 63 of A Little Bit Dangerous
Let him love you!
If only this once!
“Make love to me. Don’t wait.”
She would never forget the moment he nudged slowly into her body. Not because she felt the slight burn as he stretched her wide. Not because she lay on the hard floor, half-dressed.
It was the tender look on his face that stole the air from her lungs. It was the hot flash of desire in his eyes. The way he reassured her before groaning in ecstasy and pushing deeper.
“I swear it will get easier.” Christian held himself up on muscular arms, angled his hips and moved against her sex with each short thrust.
Pleasurable sensations rippled to her toes. It wasn’t long before she grabbed his buttocks and urged him to push deeper.
“It’s not too late to stop,” he growled, the muscles in his jaw clenched tightly. “With the next thrust, there’s no going back.”
There wasn’t a shred of doubt in her mind.
Christian Chance was her only friend.
He would be her only lover.
She rocked her hips in answer, but he demanded to hear the words aloud. “You’re the only man I want. Do it now.” Him filling her full was the only thought on her mind.
In one sleek movement, he thrust hard and buried himself deep.
The sudden intrusion tore a gasp from her lips.
He stilled, looked to be waiting for reassurance.
But she did not feel pain.
She felt an instant outpouring of love.
Was it a fleeting love that would fade when they tired of each other? Was it a love that might deepen over time? It was impossible to know.
He seemed in awe of her body, of the undeniable pleasure they experienced together. And so she focused on enjoying this perfect moment. She inhaled the scent of his skin. She closed her eyes as he withdrew and then entered her fully again.
Emptiness. Utter completion.
Nothing. Everything.
Loneliness. Love.
“Kiss me, Christian.”
He lay on top of her and claimed her mouth in fierce possession. The man was the King of Lovemaking. With every stroke of his tongue, he entered her. Pleasure radiated. An intense beating in her blood.
“Christian.”
He tore his mouth from hers, concentrating on every measured stroke. “That’s it, love. You’re almost there.”
She shuddered hard, her sex clenching around his manhood, hugging him, holding him, staking her claim.
He withdrew, pumping his seed over her thigh.
He looked heavenward, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Then a smile curled his lips, and he hit her with the full force of his gaze.
“We need to do that again and soon,” he panted.
