Page 47 of Wicked Flirt
He walked upstairs with her still in his arms, set her on the bed, grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, and rolled it on. Then he pulled her out of bed in one quick move, already marching her backward. “I want you against the wall.”
“Yes!”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her and guiding her over to the wall. And then he was lifting her, taking her in one powerful thrust, his arm behind her back to cushion her, fucking her and taking care of her at the same time. She hung onto his powerful shoulders, his thrusts sure and deep, rocking her.
His dark eyes gazed into hers as he slid a hand between them, stroking her, making her wild, bucking and clawing at his back. He pinned her still, pumping into her and stroking rapidly.Oh, God.The intensity skyrocketed, her breath coming in short bursts, white-hot pleasure surging through her.
She threw her head back, her body tightening around him, on the knife-edge of release.
His voice reached through the haze, gruff and growly. “You’re trembling. Just let go. I got you.”
She came hard, sensations exploding through her, hot and pulsing with life and love. Pure incandescent love. She pressed her lips against the side of his neck, bottling the words deep inside. His head arched back with his release, the tendons in his neck pulling tight. She bit gently on the cord of his neck and he roared, rocking her with his final pumps.
He breathed heavily for a moment, one hand on the wall behind her, one arm still around her waist, supporting her. Then he tossed her over his shoulder and palmed her ass. “Back to bed.”
The blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy at the sudden change. “Yes, please,” she managed.
He groaned. “We’re going to kill each other.”
She laughed, a giddy happy laugh as he gently set her down on the bed. “But we’ll have fun doing it.”
“Be right back.” He went to the en suite bathroom, and she relaxed in his big bed, breathing in his scent in the sheets, his taste on her tongue still fresh.
He returned and smiled wickedly. “Now you’re going to do that thing with me you’ve never done with another man.”
“Oh, hmm…” That was, of course, a distraction.
He climbed over her, his palms on either side of her head, straight-armed, and looked down at her. “Let me guess, you made that up to distract me from our talk.”
“Well…”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got all sorts of ideas for you. You can tell me when we get to one you haven’t tried.”
She stroked his back, knowing he wanted only to make her feel good. It made her want to be more open. “Marcus, I-I almost trust you. Out of bed, I mean. I’ll get there. Just give me a little time.”
He kissed her, his fingers stroking down her throat. “Okay. I trust you, you know.”
“That’s because I’m very honest.”
“So am I.”
“Then just keep being honest.”
“You have the worst beard burn on your neck.” He shifted and rolled her to her belly, his hand sliding up the inside of her leg. “And right here.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “Totally worth it.”
He stroked his fingers down her spine, bringing an electric tingle, before smacking her ass lightly. “Assume the position.”
She lifted her hips. “Is this what you want?”
“Is this what you want?” he growled. And then his wicked tongue did wicked things and she fuckinglovedit.
Her world a kaleidoscope of colors behind her eyelids, she let go—
And she flew.
Knowing he’d take care with her, knowing he adored her, knowing, deep down, love.
