Pleasure pain radiated from where his dick strained against his jeans zipper. Irritated by the tights in his way, he pushed down into them so he could cup one of her supple, round cheeks in his hand. He bent his knees ever so slightly as he pulled her into his erection, wanting inside her so badly he was about to come like a callow youth.
“Fuck.” He broke the kiss and released her.
Her hands were still under his top as she stared up at him, flushed, aroused. Confused.
Her fingers moved over his chest and just that simple touch sent a lightning bolt through his groin.
Thane squeezed his eyes closed as he reluctantly reached under his sweater to remove her hands.
“Thane?” Regan whispered.
He wanted to hear her scream his name as she came, not whisper it in confusion and worry.
She was right. They could go around and around, denying what they wanted and having multiple jealous fights over the course of the next few months. Or … he could have of her what he could before she left him.
His eyes flew open, anticipation thrumming through his blood as he made up his mind.
Regan stared unblinkingly at him, waiting for his next move.
“Just sex,” he said gruffly. “No promises, and no one can know.”
Surprise slackened her features. She hesitated so long, he could barely hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. Then to his relief, Regan nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Satisfaction slammed through him, and it took every ounce of willpower within him to not pick her up and throw her down on his sofa to have his way with her. Instead, he thought of her misconceptions about him as a gentleman. Best to disprove her of that now. “Go wait for me in the annex,” he demanded. Her eyes widened slightly. “Clothes off. Keep your underwear on because I want to take it off. And lights on so I can see you. When I get there, I expect you on the bed with your legs spread.”
Her chest heaved with surprise; her nostrils flared with arousal.
He leaned down to brush his mouth over hers. “I need to make sure the house is secure.” His hand slipped under her dress, and he touched the damp heat between her legs, making her bow into him with a moan. He licked at her lips, and she tried to chase him with her mouth, but he retreated, taunting her. Then he rubbed her through her tights and underwear, and she gasped. “Don’t touch yourself until I get there. Your orgasms are mine now.”
Before he lost his mind and just took her against the island, he strode quietly upstairs to check on the kids once more.
Doubts niggled at the back of his mind.
What people would think if they knew the gossip was now reality …
How they desperately needed to keep this from the kids …
What a selfish bastard he was letting his desire dictate his actions.
But Thane ignored the doubts … especially the one that whispered how, if it was just about physical attraction, he’d never jeopardize his reputation, his honor. If it was just about screwing some hot young thing, he could do that anytime.
It was about her.
Regan.
About burying everything inside her and watching her shatter around him with the immensity of it.
And doing it for as long as he had her.
No matter what it cost.
19
Regan
I laid there, panting, so excited I trembled with it. The ache between my legs was hot and almost painful. Months of longing had culminated to this point, and all I could think about was having Thane inside me.
I was almost mad with the need of him.
His orders had been a shock, but to my surprise, one my body reacted to. My instinct was to buck against a man’s command, and if it had been anyone but Thane, I would have. But as it turned out, his bossiness made me exceptionally hot.
Lying in my underwear, I felt a little shy, a little weird at first, but as soon as Thane stepped into the annex, everything disappeared but my need for him. He was right. This thing between us was almost a madness.
Nostrils flaring as his eyes devoured me on my bed, Thane walked toward me slowly, his arousal obvious through the pajama bottoms he’d changed into.
“Look at you,” he said gruffly, running a hand down his beard. His expression was a little dazed, as if he wasn’t sure I was real.
“I want to look at you,” I replied softly.
In answer, Thane tugged off his T-shirt and dropped it on the floor by the bed. Then his bottoms followed, and I sucked in a breath. I’d forgotten how much I liked his body. All that natural power, not overly muscled, but strong and so goddamn masculine my body reacted everywhere. His fiery gaze, the way his features had hardened with lust, made me tingle hotly between my legs. My breasts were heavy, my nipples tight.
Jutting proudly between his muscled thighs was an impressive, pulsing erection.
All for me.
Thane produced a condom as if out of nowhere, opened it with his teeth, and rolled it on. But I’d barely had time to ogle him when he crawled over me, bracing himself above me in the bed, falling between my already open thighs.
He stared into my eyes, studying me intently, and I marveled at how weird this didn’t feel. Shouldn’t it feel weird, lying in my lingerie beneath my naked boss?
The first time with someone new was always strange. Vulnerable was probably a better word. I’d felt vulnerable, except for my drunken one-night stand with Austin, which I barely remembered. This … this with Thane, though, I’d remember forever. I wasn’t vulnerable at all. I was relieved. That I’d found him.
This beautiful, kind, funny, sexy, sometimes irritating, emotionally suppressed Scotsman whose love for his children only made me adore him more.
I loved him, I admitted to myself as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.
And if all he wanted from me was this, then I’d take it. I’d take these memories we were about to make, and they’d just have to last me a lifetime.
Emotion choked me, and I could feel the tickle of oncoming tears, so I reached up and kissed him hard before I fell apart in his arms. Thane groaned and pressed me back down onto the mattress to take control of the kiss, and I happily allowed it. I loved the taste of him on my tongue, loved the way his beard was soft, not scratchy, and the feel on my skin was sexual and arousing. I hoped I’d get to feel it between my thighs.
As if Thane heard the thought, his lips broke away from my mouth to kiss a path down my body. When he reached the rise of my breasts and discovered I’d put on a bra that clipped open in the front, he looked up at me with amusement glittering in those beautiful, desire-filled eyes.
I bit my lip to stop a stupid, goofy grin, and suddenly Thane was over me again, crushing my mouth beneath his as he stole hungry, deep kisses. I was a little dizzy and breathless as he released my mouth to return to my bra. He removed it with quick efficiency, and I pulled the straps down my arms. The inexpensive but sexy, lacy number flew across the room. Then his hot mouth covered my right nipple and he sucked.
My back bowed as I cried out at the sharp pleasure that echoed between my thighs. Lost in his loving, I could only writhe beneath him as he moved between each breast, sucking, laving, until I was swollen and aching. And then his lips followed that invisible path down my stomach, while his big hands stayed at my breasts, caressing and squeezing until I thought I’d go mad with the need to release.