The action made her hotter than hell. Made her desperate to have him inside her. When he ended the kiss and dropped his forehead against the side of her head in animalistic affection, she let go of her hold on him and reached for the ribbing of his boxer briefs.
She slipped her hand underneath and ran her thumb over the head of his penis. He slid a hand down and ran his thumb over her clit. “Oh,” she breathed, because his touch was amazing and felt sooo good.
Tess stroked up and down his shaft. He grunted something unintelligible, and inched one, then two fingers inside her.
“Oh God, Hugh,” she cooed. “Please come in me. Now.”
“I want to feel you,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Do we need protection?”
Shit. “I’m clean, but I’m not on birth control.” God how she wanted to feel him, not a condom. Unfortunately, that seemed out of the question.
“I’m clean too.” He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. “And I’m going to take you right here before I lose my fucking mind.” He pushed down his boxers.
And stood completely naked before her.
All gorgeous muscle and sinew and she almost stopped breathing.
He looked his fill too. “Damn, you’re magnificent.”
“You’re pretty spectacular yourself.”
“Wrap your legs around me.”
“What about a condom?”
“You’re not ovulating. I can smell everything about you, and we’re good to go.” He lifted her up and she obliged his request.
“Okay, then.” The breathless, raspy words were barely audible to her ears.
A split second later he leaned her against the desk and thrust inside her with one smooth upward glide.
“Oh, oh… Hugh.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
His heated gaze bore into her. “Aw, hell. You’re so wet for me. So fucking tight. I want to hear you come. I want to watch you let go.”
She was on board with that.
Especially when he buried himself so deep that hot, sweet pleasure overwhelmed every inch of her body.
He moved inside her with slow, sensual strokes. She met each one, undulating against him. He rocked her to his rhythm and she lost herself to every spot their bodies touched. Then slowly, he rotated his hips and oh sweet heaven, she writhed and circled her hips to match the burning caresses.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered, bending his head to kiss the side of her neck.
“Mmmm,” was all she managed to get out, because his mouth moved along her jaw with devastating rightness before he lifted his head away.
Rather than kiss her again, he watched her. Watched her head loll back. Watched her open her mouth to breath. Watched her eyes close and open. The way he looked at her…she thought he might steal the one thing she didn’t ever want to give away again.
Her heart.
It’s the sex. The unbelievable sex. That’s all it is.
He took the moment further by moving an arm to her lower back and arching her pelvis toward him. The direct stimulation to her clit heightened the bursts of hot pulses engulfing her.
Now if he’d only go…
Faster. As if reading her mind, he sped up. The friction intensified, his movements lost some of the control he’d started out with. He thrust harder, his eyes closed, his lips parted. Audible breaths escaped his mouth.
She dug her nails into his shoulder blades and moved with him in perfect sync. Her flesh tingled. The feel of his cock filling her so perfectly, so completely, intensified the emotions swirling inside her.
And then something inexplicable happened. Something she swore not to feel blossomed inside her heart—attachment.
She watched him now, enthralled with the sweat that glistened on his forehead, the tense line of his jaw, the undeniable sexiness of his mouth. God, he was beautiful. And she was on the cusp of having a smoldering orgasm, sound effects and all.
Moans of pleasure fell from her lips. Breathy moans—moans to let him know what he was doing brought her to the brink of climax. Her pants grew louder, came from deeper inside her.
He opened his eyes just as hers were about to flutter shut.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Like she could refuse his commands. She looked, and his fathomless blue eyes swirled with gold, then jade, then amethyst. She tumbled into them, molten heat rushing through her before a blinding, pulsing release took hold and wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body. She called out his name and came so hard stars winked behind her eyelids. He continued to pump into her, drawing out her orgasm until holy shit… Intensity built, her muscles clamped around his cock again and she came a second time.
Her ecstasy sent him into his own wildly explosive release. His magnificent body shuddered, and she felt his hot seed spill into her. It was the single greatest thing she’d ever experienced. He groaned in blissful agony before slumping against her.
“That was, uh… I’ve never…” she said, her body still thrumming with delicious quivers. She’d never had multiple orgasms before. Never felt more connected or in sync with another person. Her heart pounded with extreme contentment.
“Yeah,” he said, voice gravelly.
For several minutes, they didn’t move. She kissed his neck, tasted the saltiness of his skin. Slowly, he pulled out of her, took her in his arms, and carried her to the couch.
“You’re the sexiest, most desirable woman I’ve ever met, Tess.” He moved a stray hair from her face, slid a finger down her cleavage. “I love the way your parts fit together. How soft you are.”
Those words, that single touch down her chest, made her want him all over again.
She looked at him with big round eyes that made him wonder if any man had ever told her how special she was. How utterly unique and sexy and fuck-it-all worth dying for. Because the bone-deep possessiveness coursing through Hugh’s veins meant whether he liked it or not, Tess was his. And he protected what was his.
The kiss he’d given her, the one claiming her, wasn’t anything he’d planned. But she’d responded with such incredible wild abandon that he’d been helpless to stop it. The intensity had proven more powerful than he’d anticipated.
During the past week, he’d cracked her tough exterior, learned her quirks and looked forward to getting up in the morning just to see what new thing he’d discover about her. He’d tried to fight the feelings of admiration and attachment spreading inside him like a burning blaze and filling the spaces he’d sworn to keep vacant. But he couldn’t.
It didn’t matter that there was no happy ending in their future. What mattered to him was her future. Now that Trey was back, he would gladly give up his life for hers. Until then, he planned to enjoy her body to the fullest.
“Want to do this again?” she said, with a smile worthy of a Miss Congeniality award. As if she needed to convince him.
“Definitely.” He circled her nipple with his finger.
She pulled his hand away, laced her fingers with his. “Is it still raining?”
He looked toward the window. All she would see was black nothingness, the tinted window offering a muted peek in daylight, let alone night. “Still raining.”
“Darn.”
“Shame,” he added, turning his head to take in her beauty.
“You know you stare a lot?” she said, not at all displaying any modesty.
“I can’t help it. I can’t take my eyes off you.” He brought their locked hands down to her tattoo, extending his finger to touch it. “Tell me about this.”
She looked down and he sensed the artwork had special meaning because she lingered there for a long moment, as if remembering.
Instead of answering, she reached her other hand to touch his chest. “Tell me what yours means first.”