She had tucked one of her hands under her cheek while the other rested on top of the covers. She glanced at her hand and stopped. There were streaks of blood on her fingers that must have happened when she’d lost control and tore up Edward’s back in the process.
She drew blood … that was her only thought.
Her handsome lover. As inconceivable as such a thing was just weeks ago as she replayed their memorable mating, she enjoyed the tantalizing presence of some morning wood pressed to her ass. Suddenly, she was feeling like an energetic morning ride to wipe the cobwebs from her brain.
Almost like their thoughts were connected, the fingers flattened on her belly slid upward to cup a breast, and his lips moved to her shoulder.
She … just … melted.
“Mornin’, love.” His mouth was so close to her skin that she felt the words as he spoke, which triggered a delicious tingle that was bound to end up pooling between her legs. “You smell of me,” he added with a gentle squeeze of her tit.
Yeah, she just bet she did. The man was insatiable and had claimed her so many times in so many ways that she’d lost track. Just before passing out, he’d told her in the most loving and slightly lewd terms how very much she pleased him. She’d tried to tell him the same, but words had been a struggle. His scent was everywhere … on her and inside her.
Paige wiggled her ass against his groin. She was biting her lip in an attempt not to beg. The shower would have to wait. First, she wanted to make them hot, sweaty, and drenched in liquid sex.
The ass wiggle got the skin of her back a sharp nip and a bolder grip on the boob he’d claimed. “I said, good morning.”
She giggled. No. For real. A silly, foolish giggle. Reaching up, she put her hand on the back of his head, flexed her fingers in his hair, and shimmied wickedly against his groin just for shits ‘n grins.
“I hate mornings,” she grumbled, but the smile on her face was evident in her voice.
He was actively nibbling on her neck and fondling her breasts when he murmured in a husky, lust-filled way, “Maybe I can change your mind about mornings.” The insistent surge of his hips that ground his shaft into her was a nice touch.
“Well,” she opined before a beleaguered huff that was supposed to convey some tongue-in-cheek annoyance, “you’re welcome to try, I suppose.”
His lips were doing crazy things to her shoulder. One minute, she felt kisses. The next, she was being tongue bathed with long, sensuous licks that tested her composure. And then there was the nipping. And the biting. Lord, she loved feeling his teeth working her flesh. The silent wince she made when her nipples stood at attention as he deftly rolled and tugged at them was a stark reminder of the havoc his teeth had brought to her body. With her bold encouragement.
“I have a question for you first.”
Argh. Really? She hated a pop quiz before she’d brushed her teeth or had coffee. “What?” she snapped.
At her snarky tone, Edward shifted position and rolled atop her, effectively pinning her body, helplessly, to the bed. With a leer that made her instantly and embarrassingly wet, he drawled, “I’d have thought that mouth of yours would need a break this morning.” His meaningful stare stole her breath. “After all, I seem to recall those lips and that tongue getting quite a workout. Your throat, too, for that matter.”
Oh no, he didn’t! Paige smirked at his wicked reminder and followed up with a mocking pout. “A true gentleman doesn’t rub a real lady’s nose in what was some shared wanton behavior.”
Warmth filled his soft chuckle. “Yeah … about that.” He paused, pushing his knees wide and forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate his size. “We covered that whole making love thing pretty thoroughly, right?”
She smiled and ruffled his hair. “Actually, Banning, I think we found a new definition for it.”
His grin lit up the curtained room. “Good,” he barked gleefully, “so you can leave all that lady and her gentleman crap at the door. Time to get down and dirty, babe.”
God, he was awesome. “Oh,” she quipped with an eye roll, “so helping me like mornings involves …”
“Fucking!” he crowed. The only thing missing was some more chest thumping ‘cause that had worked so well last night.
“Ah-hahaaaa. Fucking is it then, hmm?"
He eagerly shook his head and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Every day should start with some heavy breathing and a good pounding.”
He had no idea! He might be way bigger than she was and have a lot more muscle, but the power of surprise was on her side when she shoved upward with her hands and bucked him off in one smooth move. Hmm, that went better than expected. Off guard and unbalanced, it was easy to push him over to his back. Before he realized the precariousness of his position because, after all, his generous shaft rising proudly from his body was a temptation she didn’t have the will to ignore, Paige had the upper hand.
“So that’s the way it is, hmm?” Edward bucked upwards, seeking.
Leaning over him, her hair making a private space just for them, it seemed perfectly natural to take his wrists in the firmest grip she could manage and haul his arms above their heads. That got his undivided attention … fast.
Kissing him sweetly at first, it didn’t take long for her tongue to explore every inch of his mouth. The sound of his ragged breathing brought her back to Earth.
“This is how it’s going to go,” she murmured between rapid-fire kisses to his chest. That he played along was thrilling because she knew he could overpower her hold on him in two seconds. She liked that he wasn’t so Alpha-beastly that he couldn’t let her be in control.
Did she also know that he was simply biding his time? Eventually, she’d not only give in but also beg him to take over, so I suppose that made him a smart guy.
His eyes were burning with lusty hunger. A part of her needed to satisfy that desire and she knew a pretty good way to try.
“You’re going to stay put, right where you are. Then I’m going to drop a handful of quarters into the Bucking Bull ride.”
He snickered. “Will this be a cold start ride or is there some warm-up?”
“Well, darlin’ … you mentioned down and dirty, and since my aim is to please, that’s exactly what you’ll get. Of course, if that’s too much for you,” she simpered with a naughty wetting of her lips, “I can just lay here and you can do your thing instead.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” Edward’s endearing whoop hit her senses like a starting gun.
“Think I’m funny, do you?” She maneuvered into a perfect straddle position. With a look of smug triumph, she eased onto his staff, found the perfect angle, and then slammed downward with a soft grunt. “Who’s laughing now?” she grated out.
Making a point was all well and good, but holy mother of you-know-who; the fullness of his manhood sliding deep shook Paige to her core. Maybe because she was tender from the previous night, the exquisite friction as she pumped her hips up and down on his truly magnificent cock started a tingling along her spine that rocked her.
Letting go of his hands, she stroked his muscled torso, tweaking his nipples, and scraping her fingernails from chin to belly button.
He grunted, and for a moment, his head rolled back and forth. “Hey,” he growled. “Does staying put include not moving?”
It hadn’t taken long to get fuzzy. Desire, arousal, and pleasure had a way of robbing the most eloquent speaker of sensible words.
“Unf. Moving optional—not required.”
“Good.” He kept his arms up but dug his heels into the mattress, widening his legs, which meant she had to as well. Then he broke into a mind-blowing motion that had him thrusting upward—hard—on each of her downward strokes. Their bodies met in the middle, slamming together with such force that they each answered with an earthy grunt.