Or his intense stare as he watched what he did to her. She thrashed against his fingers, taking him deeper inside her until she had no idea of anything separating them from being one person.
Totally lost and not caring what happened to her after this, she gave herself up to his slow, thorough plunges and frantic, come-for-me thrusts. Her breaths came out as sobs and her heart tripled its beat. The scientist in her took note of her body reacting to his nearness—a rise in hormones. A dump of endorphins in her brain.
He dragged his tongue over his lower lip. “Don’t try to hold back with me, honey. I always get what I want.”
Chapter Nine
She was holding back, goddammit, and he wouldn’t have it. He didn’t want some half-cocked orgasm from the woman. He wanted wild abandon. Primal screams. He wanted her to soak his fingers and the bed beneath her.
As he worked his digits in and out of her tight canal, he monitored her face. When he glided his fingertip over one spot, her eyelids fluttered. Her pulse flickered faster at the base of her throat.
He withdrew his fingers and swirled them over her clit, forcing it into a stiff bud. She thumped her heel on the mattress in dismay.
“You want more of this?” He dipped only the tips of his fingers into her pussy.
She cried out.
“Or this?” He pulled free and stuck out his long tongue.
“Oh God!”
He knelt at the side of the bed. Her pussy was inches from his lips and tongue, and the scent of her arousal had his cock pounding. His blood pounding.
He spread her thighs and flattened his tongue over her clit. She arched on a cry.
Using all he’d ever learned about pleasuring a woman, he doubled his efforts on Pippa. Whatever force drove him to give her the best experience of her life had him eating her pussy like a fucking wild man.
He flicked her core with the tip of his tongue. He sucked her until her hips rose off the bed. When that wasn’t enough for him, he clasped both nipples, teasing, tormenting and twisting them.
Her legs shook. She threw her legs over his shoulders and bucked into his mouth as her cries mingled with his grunts of absolute need.
Releasing his suction on her clit, he moved down her slick folds to tongue her entrance. Then he teased a finger through her buttocks to nestle against her pucker.
“Ross!” Her throaty rasp stole his last shred of control.
He coated his finger in her wetness and eased inside her tight sheath to the first knuckle.
Her chest heaved.
“Easy, honey. Let me inside. I promise you’ll like it.”
He lapped at her clit again until her muscles unclenched and he slowly slid his finger in her backside all the way.
“Oh. My. God.” She tensed, gave one huge quiver and began to come from the invasion coupled with his tongue strumming over her clit.
She came—and screamed his name. Over and over. If the walls were paper-thin as he suspected, Roman would hear every noise she made for him, and fuck if he gave a damn. He withdrew his finger and eased it back in as she came apart in shaking gasps.
Her hair fell over her eye, and her lips hung open on a final silent gasp.
Fuck, seeing her this way—so undone—flooded his chest with some need to claim all parts of her, body and soul.
“Ross?” The confusion in her tone made him look at her harder.
Then she wiggled her hips. Her inner muscles clenched on his finger, and he barely registered that she was about to come until she tremored, dragging his finger back inside her ass as a louder scream ripped from her throat.
In awe, he watched her come apart for him. The way she’d kissed him back on the ledge of that canyon told him she could be this way.
Now he knew.
Fuck if he ever wanted to stop pleasuring her.
He fucked his finger slowly in and out, laying his jaw on her thigh to watch her beautiful face flutter with pleasure and shock at what was happening to her.
When a last shudder tore through her body, their gazes met. The flush on her cheeks and the sparkle of sweat on her skin left him throbbing.
Gently, he brushed his jaw over her thigh. The rasping noise made her cry out again, and when he lifted his head, he left a pink mark.
“Ross…what was that? What did you do to me?”
With slow gentleness, he withdrew his finger from her backside. “I took what I wanted from you. And you’re so…fucking…responsive.”
It took an extreme act of will to walk away from her and use the bathroom. After washing his hands and splashing his face to cool off a margin before he claimed her fully, he dropped his boxers and walked out with his cock stiff and swaying with every step he took to the bed.
She sat up, breasts full and nipples erect. Her hair a mess and her bottom lip bitten.
He glanced between her thighs at her wet pussy, her clit barely peeking from between the folds, and his cock surged.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, she reached for him.
He let her clamp onto his ass and go so far as to draw the tip of his cock to her pretty lips.
“Fuck. I can’t let you suck me into your hot mouth.”
Her eyes glowed with desire. “I want to, Ross. Let me.” She lowered her lips and brushed a kiss over the crest. Then she stuck out her tongue and stroked the slit, gathering his precum.
His eyes closed, and he locked his hands into fists at his sides to keep from grabbing her and burying his dick in her. Fucking her hard and rough and in all the ways a woman like her didn’t deserve.
Unclenching his hands, he opened his eyes and stared down at her. “Not this time.” He swung his hips, regretfully pulling his cock from her mouth.
He grabbed a condom from his wallet—his only fucking condom, dammit—and rolled it on. She watched with her nipples growing darker and heavier by the moment. When he stepped up to her again, he couldn’t restrain himself.
He grabbed her, wrapped her legs around his hips and buried himself deep in a single thrust.
She went so still, his pulse pounded with fear that he’d hurt her. But then she bit into his shoulder.
A growl escaped him, and he churned his hips in an automatic reflex to move inside this tight, hot, sweet woman who’d been driving him crazy since he picked her up at the airport. Hell, if he analyzed it—and he analyzed everything—he’d say her call for help had been his true undoing.
The moment she took him by the heart and tugged.
He found her lips, waiting and eager. Their kiss raged on and on as he fucked her with slow gliding strokes. Deep—deeper. He thought of his finger buried in her ass and how she’d come for him that way, and he damn near lost it. His balls drew tight to his body as he pounded with more insistence, more need…just more.
She dragged her nails over his spine and kissed him with the fervor he never thought to know from his childhood friend. Yet here they were—in bed as though they never had a choice in the matter. Maybe all those years of friendship had been the true foreplay, and now there was no holding back.
He plunged in her walls. She clutched at him with her inner muscles. Soft moans rushed over his lips with her passionate display of kisses and finally, she took his hand and set it over her breast.
A rumble became a groan that grew into a growl. And he pinched her nipple as he thrust deep one last time. His orgasm shattered his self-control. He plundered her mouth while jets of cum shot into her.