But as much as she wanted him, he hadn’t yet finished his exploration. Grey wasn’t about to let her shortchange him any foreplay. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. Grey liked kissing a lot. Always had. Kissing Avery felt so damned right. His tongue sank deep into her mouth, possessive and penetrating.
“Mmm,” she purred.
He opened his eyes so she could see the crazy effect she had on him, then whispered against her neck, “I’m on fire.”
“Me too.”
He then kissed her lips, her eyelids, her cheeks, her jaw, the notch at the base of her neck. She twisted her body to meet his mouth, filling him with a crazy sense of victory.
The candlelight flickering in the room gave him a sexy view of the slopes and curves of her naked body. His fingertips traced the indent along the center of her stomach as he kissed her again.
Slowly and purposefully, his mouth began to work its way from hers, down her neck and to her perfect, perfect breasts. He cupped one, which filled his hand, and brushed his thumb across one tight, pale-pink nipple, which was begging for his mouth.
She arched her back in invitation just before he tongued her then sucked hard.
“Grey.” Hearing his name on her lips made his heart pound.
Her hands roamed his back, reaching lower, but he wasn’t in any hurry to leave paradise. He pushed her hands away, holding them by her side, while his mouth continued exploring her body, making them both ache with anticipation.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, clutching fistfuls of his hair, sending another wave of shivers through him.
Her supple, smooth skin smelled like fresh flowers, but not too sweet. Exactly how he’d imagined. Better, actually, and he hadn’t thought that possible. He grew painfully hard while his mouth began its descent along her waist.
“Avery.” When he caressed the inside of her thighs, she rocked her hips forward and let her legs fall open. “I’m so hot for you.” His voice scraped from some lust-tightened place in his chest. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
When her nails raked his back in unison with another of her sensual moans, he decided maybe she didn’t mind swearing in bed, which was good because it was bound to happen again.
He parted her with his fingers before bringing his mouth between her legs and inserting two fingers inside her hot body. Her hips pitched and she cried out again, driving him half out of his mind.
Her scent, tangy taste, and wetness overloaded his senses. He circled her with his frenzied tongue and worked his fingers, sensing her rising tension as her fingers threaded through his hair.
“Oh! Oh, God!” Her breathing became ragged as her body spasmed until he tasted her orgasm. His heart soared until he could barely catch his breath.
As she settled, he kissed the insides of her thighs, her belly button, and beneath her breasts. When he tongued her nipple, her overly sensitive body twitched, making him smile.
Her muscles began to slacken, but his body remained taut and rigid, nearly in pain from needing release. He needed to sink deep into her body. To take her, the way he’d wanted for months. To claim her as his own for as long as she’d have him.
His hand caressed her cheek just before he kissed her mouth. A long, deliberate kiss to allow her another minute to recover before he aroused her once more. He grinned when her hand skirted over his chest and down his stomach to his monstrous erection. Apparently Bambi didn’t need more time.
“I want you,” she rasped, the gold in her blue eyes lighting with fire.
“You got me.” His hoarse voice sounded as desperate as he felt.
He reached for a condom, which she helped him put on. His control started slipping when she took him in hand, but he’d waited too long for her to allow his overeager cock to ruin everything.
Without breaking their kiss, he moved on top of her, savoring the skin-to-skin contact. His body came alive as her hands and fingers traced the muscles of his shoulders, chest, back, and ass. He centered himself between her legs then pushed the tip of his penis inside her slick body, before backing out. He repeated the motion, each time thrusting slightly deeper. With each withdrawal, she groaned and gripped his hips, raising her legs to force him deeper. But he wanted to hear her beg before he satisfied that burning need they shared.
“More!” Finally, what he’d been waiting to hear.
“Look at me.” He wanted to see her eyes, and to know that she saw him while he thrust fully inside her. “You feel so good.”
He kept his gaze locked on hers as he continued to pump his hips. Another animalistic sound escaped his throat, but he didn’t care, and apparently neither did she.
She kissed his chest as he started a rhythm. “Faster, Grey. Faster,” she whispered before kissing his neck and raising her legs up and around his waist.
Hell, yes, faster. But in the midst of utter ecstasy, his knee began to ache. He flipped onto his back, keeping her with him. Like a freaking goddess, she reared upright on his lap. Those beautiful, full breasts pertly awaiting his attention.
He sat up, holding her waist, while his mouth latched onto one nipple. He kneaded her hips and nipped at her breasts as she slid herself up and down his throbbing, hot erection.
Nothing could get better than this, he thought, until she pushed at his chest, laying him flat against the mattress while she remained upright, then reached around behind her butt and cupped him. The shock of her maneuver almost made him jump off the bed, sending him into a sensual mania as she rode his body with confidence and lust, her breasts bobbing with each rise and fall.
His heart thundered at the sight.
He wanted to watch the erotic scene unfolding on his lap, but his eyelids grew heavy as his own back arched and he bucked to meet her pace.
Both of them were groaning and panting when they finally, and explosively, came together. A string of expletives shot out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Sorry for all the swearing,” he whispered in her ear before he hugged her tightly to his chest.
“Forgiven.” She remained collapsed on top of him, her head tucked up against his shoulder and neck. Her contented sigh filled him with satisfaction.
He stroked her hair and back while his heart rate settled. Candlelight danced on the walls of his room, the play of light and shadow enhancing the mystery of the intense sexual connection. The past fourteen hours had exceeded all expectations.
Snuggling closer, he noticed the dewy sweat on her skin, the scent of sex mingled with her flowery perfume, the little panting sounds of her breath, the way her fingers mindlessly traced his collarbone.
He kissed the top of her head and allowed happiness to wash over him. With any luck, she’d feel it, too, and it would carry away her doubts and worries. Reflexively, he squeezed her a little more tightly and felt her smile against his chest.
Moments later, he rose to remove the condom and deposit it in the bathroom just outside his door. When he returned to the bedroom, she was hunting for her clothing.
“What are you doing?” What the hell was she doing?
“Getting dressed.” She blinked at him like he was crazy. “It’s really late now. I should probably go.”
“No.” He shook his head and grabbed the bra out of her hand, tossing it to the ground. “Stay the night.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because of Trip.”
“What’s he got to do with us?”
“Well, he’ll be here in the morning.”
“So?”
“So, that’ll be a little awkward.”
“Trip will delight in teasing us as often as possible, so get used to it.” When he noticed the crease in her forehead, he grew concerned. “Do you regret what happened?”
“No, but I guess I feel a little . . . I don’t know, self-conscious. I told you, I’ve never done this so quickly. I don’t want to presume anything.”