“I’ve never been particularly. handy,” she said, and even with his blood throbbing he appreciated that she’d actual y attempted a joke. “Is this right?”
He grinned over her head in the dark. Angels and their fucking rules. Maybe they had rules for fucking.
“Whatever feels good to you,” he said hoarsely. “Whatever you want.”
Her smile flickered. She drew the covers down his body.
He caught his breath as the sheet dragged over his erection.
With flattering concentration, she explored him slowly, thoroughly, tracing the ridges and indentations of his torso, the narrow trail of hair below his bel y button.
She was beautiful in her absorption, her lashes fanning her pink cheeks, her lips parted. Moist. She raked her fingers up his inner thighs, combed the crisp, short hair at his groin, taking him to Heaven and to Hel. He was desperate for her, his shaft pulsing in time with his heart.
Her exploration was arousing her, too. He could see the stiffened peaks of her breasts against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. He could smel her sweet desire.
His cock jerked, demanding her attention. She fit her hand around his hot length, cupping the underside of his shaft, and he shuddered, hips arching off the mattress.
Her hand froze. “I’m sorry.”
He dropped his head back on the pil ow— See?
Harmless—and forced himself to smile. “I’m not.”
She bit her lip. “Did I hurt you?”
His grin came natural y this time. “You’re kil ing me.
In a good way,” he said hastily when she looked at him with those big, uncertain eyes. “My junk’s not fragile,” he added, trying to ease the tension, to tease another smile to her beautiful face. “You can tug on it al you want.”
“Even here?” Her hand squeezed delicately.
His grin spread. Never in a thousand years had he imagined giving whack lessons to an angel. “Whatever you want,” he repeated. “Whatever you do feels good to me.”
Lara trembled. Iestyn might claim he had no experience thinking about the needs of others, but with those words he’d given her exactly what she needed. Safety to experiment and explore.
Freedom to indulge her curiosity and desire.
And she did desire him. Her yearning tightened her breasts, weighted her womb. Her sensory world shrank to this bed, this moment, this man. She touched him, reveling in the velvety expanse of his torso, marveling in his hardmuscled abs, his solid thighs. His erection jutted thick and tal from its nest of rough curls.
Her breathing quickened. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Whatever felt good.
Impulsively, she leaned forward and nuzzled him, enjoying the glide of hot satin over stone against her cheek.
She liked his salt-and-man smel. Her tongue darted out.
His taste. Greatly daring, she opened her lips over his sleek crown, taking him like a plum into her mouth.
His fingers gripped her hair. She stiffened. But he didn’t try to hold her head or force her mouth. He only gathered her hair up out of the way so he could watch. Watch her with a heavy-lidded, lazy, sexy look that melted her insides.
She smiled at him, licking her lips.
His answering laugh sounded more like a groan.
An unfamiliar confidence swel ed her chest. Jacob had made her feel safe. But no other man had made her feel so powerful, so sure of herself and him.
She took another swipe of him with her tongue and then crawled up his lean, hard body, seeking his kiss. Her lips bumped his chin before his hands came up to steady her shoulders. Her legs straddled his thigh. She found his mouth, warm and sweet and reassuring under hers, and licked into him, using her tongue to explore his mouth with leisurely delight. Yum. She kissed him again, longer, harder, deeper, their mouths engaging in a conversation without words. Yes. Again. More. Now.
His heart thudded under her palms. He was warm and solid between her legs, hot and hard against her stomach.
She molded herself closer, rubbing herself against him in a kind of fever. He felt so good. His hands found her hips and lifted her over him. She wriggled. Even better.
“Lara.” He squeezed her gently, holding her stil.
She raised her head.
He watched her steadily with burning golden eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”
Her heart expanded to fil her chest. He worried about her.
He cared about her. Nothing could have made her feel safer or more certain.
But she wanted to lift that shadow from his eyes. From her memory.
“I want. ” She reached between them and caressed him boldly. “This.”
His choked laugh was music to her ears. “Then don’t let me stop you.”
Iestyn could feel how wet, how ready she was. Hot and slippery, nestled against him. Burning above him, glowing and unafraid. She lit the dim room like a star.
Her cloudy hair tumbled down around them. Her eyes were deep as the night as she rubbed herself against him, rocking above him, using him for her pleasure, beautiful in her delight.
She wiggled, working his broad head with her heat, his heavy shaft lodged between her slick folds, almost there, almost.
He inhaled through his teeth. “Condom.”
She was in control, but it was stil up to him to protect her.
She was too inexperienced to know what she was doing, to understand the risks they ran.
He frowned, something about that thought niggling at the back of his mind. She lurched, reaching across the bed, smothering his last resistance. No thought could compete with the mind-blowing sensation of her wet sex grinding against him, her sweet tits practical y in his face.
He captured one taut peak in his mouth as she swept one hand under her pil ow. She hummed her pleasure. But before he could real y get to work, she sat up, depriving him of his prize.
Not that he could object. Her new position pressed her open sex even more firmly against him. And in her hand, she brandished a little foil packet.
There was a surprise. “Where did you. ”
She tore it open. “Bathroom.”
Relief shuddered through him. She wanted this. Had planned for it. Maybe she knew what she was doing after al.
She turned the condom over in her fingers, fumbling in the dark.
And maybe not.
He took the condom from her and sheathed himself.
She barely waited until he was covered before she pushed his shoulders to the mattress, raised her hips, and.
His mind blanked as she sank down on him. Tight. Perfect.
He was buried to the hilt, gripped by her wet heat. He gritted his teeth and thrust up, seating himself even more gritted his teeth and thrust up, seating himself even more deeply inside her.
She didn’t move.
She held herself very stil above him, a stunned expression in her wide, darkened eyes.
His stomach muscles tightened. He didn’t breathe.
Careful y, with his thumb, he pushed a strand of dark hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Okay?”
Slowly, very slowly, her gaze focused on his. Her smile, when it came, blinded him with its bril iance. “Very okay.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts brushing his chest, her kiss warm on his mouth.
The movement pul ed their bodies apart. Instinctively, he arched, seeking a deeper connection. She caught her breath and pulsed around him, beginning to rock, finding her rhythm. He caught her hips to help her, each glide, each push, each pant, bringing them closer.