Page 71 of Playing for Possession
His gaze dropped down over my chest, and I watched his throat bob as he swallowed. I took a sharp breath as his head dipped andhis lips trailed over my breasts again. Pleasure flooded me as each swollen rosy bud in turn disappeared into his mouth. My hands roved over the glorious planes of his strong, rippling back.
His tongue slid over mine as his fingers sank into the heat between my thighs. The relief that he was finally touching me made me groan. Blood pounded in my ears as he found the perfect spot that caused me to writhe and squirm shamelessly underneath him.
He studied my face, adjusting his pressure and rhythm perfectly. He wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered himself over me so that his hard, taut body covered mine. He kissed me again until we were both panting and he pulled me into position.
He kissed my chin. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
There was a delicious stretch as he sank into me. He held still as I adjusted myself to his thick length.
His lips brushed my ear. “OK?”
“OK.”
He pulled out and pushed back in again slowly. “Pain?”
A moan drifted before I could form a word. “No.”
“You’ll tell me?”
“Yes.”
He rocked into me tenderly, and it was nothing like the raw passion of when he’d bent me over the balcony. This was something gentle but just as intense. His eyes only left mine for moments when he brushed shivery kisses along my shoulder and neck. With every slow thrust, my body thrummed with pleasure.
“Let’s stay another week,” he murmured into my neck. “Ramirez won’t mind.”
“It’s too long. I need to get back for training.”
“Fuck training. Fuck everything. I only want this.”
His hands roamed my body worshipfully, moving up to cup my breasts. Logical thought proved impossible, let alone speech.The headboard clattered against the wall and the bed creaked and groaned with the movement. This time there was no pain, only a delicious stretch and a need to be closer to him.
I gasped at the hot press of his mouth on my cool, clammy skin as it seared a path over my breasts. “We can’t just stay here.”
“Why not?”
I spoke between moans. “Because . . . we have things to do . . .”
“I only want this.”
I bucked my hips against him, meeting his slow, steady rhythm. He groaned into my neck. “Faster?”
“Yes.”
“I need you on top.”
He shifted us so that he lay on his back, and he guided me to straddle him. He groaned as I lowered onto him. My legs were spread so far around his hips that they trembled, but his firm grip on my backside held me upright.
“You look incredible.” He reached up to squeeze my breasts. “I can’t fucking believe I get to see you like this.”
I rocked over him, grinding and angling myself to feel the delicious sensation of my clit rubbing against him. His eyes locked with mine in the mirror above the dressing table.
“Look in that mirror. See how sexy you are right now.”
I peered in the silver glass on the dresser. My hair tumbled everywhere in a halo of sea-wet tangles. My cheeks were pink and my parted mouth looked needy and shameless. I yielded to Kieran’s sure hands squeezing my breasts and the delicious ecstasy of his cock buried so deep. My head fell back, and I’d never felt sexier in my life. The two of us looked good together. I rode him, silencing my insecurities and letting the desperate ache to be full of him guide my movements.
His voice was thick. “Are we staying?”
