Finally, Thane reached the apex of my thighs, and his hands left my breasts, but only to push my legs open wider. He looked up at me, his features taut with hunger. And as he stared into my eyes, his thumbs met in the middle over the lace of my underwear. I gasped as he pressed down.
My hips arched off the bed into his touch, but he only rubbed his thumbs over me once more before he stopped. I lifted my head to complain, but the feral look on Thane’s face as he gazed up my body halted me. No man had ever looked at me like that. Like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t have me. I experienced a squeeze deep in my lower belly, and my stomach shook with it.
Thane’s eyes dropped, catching the movement. Something snapped inside him. His fingers brushed my lower belly, curling into my underwear. He wrenched them down my legs, and I whimpered with excitement.
I heard Thane’s grunt of satisfaction seconds before the tickle of his beard on my inner thighs and the touch of his tongue at my apex.
Need slammed through me, and my hips pushed into his mouth. Thane gripped them, pressing them back to the mattress and then he devastated me in the best way possible.
Oh my God, so this is what it feels like—I arched into him—when a man knows what he’s doing.
He studied my body, my reactions, and just when I was about to reach blinding satisfaction, he’d pull back a little, torturing me. “Thane,” I pleaded, reaching for him. My fingers slid through his thick hair and tightened. Thane grunted at the slight pull, and then his tongue returned. I shuddered, but it still wasn’t enough. Again, the damn mind reader sensed it, and two thick fingers pushed gently into me.
That was it.
It was all I needed.
I cried out his name as I came, wonder flooding through me as the powerful release swept over my body.
Shaking my head on the pillow, I couldn’t believe it.
“Never,” I whispered, touching a hand to my forehead. “Never, ever,” had it been so good.
Suddenly I felt the heat of Thane’s body, the hair on his legs tickling mine, his stomach brushing across my belly as he moved upward. His harsh need made the pulsing inside me quicken again as he wrapped his hands around my wrists to pin my arms above my head. When I tried to move them, I couldn’t. He held me captive.
I gasped, my breasts tightening, tension coiling deep in my belly. I hadn’t expected to enjoy the sensation of being held down.
But with Thane … everything was different.
His lips brushed mine, softly, sweetly, surprising me considering how hungry he seemed, and then he was there, throbbing hot between my thighs. Leaning all of his weight on my wrists to hold me down, he pushed into me.
I gasped his name in pleasured pain at the burn of him stretching me.
Our eyes held, my breath scattered as he moved inside me, the feel of him so perfect it electrified my lower spine.
And he began to thrust.
Hard.
His expression turned even darker with want and after only a few drives inside me, he released his hold on my wrists, slipped out, and got on his knees. Thane reached for the back of my thighs, gripping them in his hold so my hips and ass came up off the bed.
And then he powered into me.
My hoarse shout echoed around the annex, and Thane grunted in satisfaction as he fucked me.
There was no other word for it.
And it was glorious.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t reach. I couldn’t do anything. He was so strong, so determined, so … primal.
Watching him, watching him watch me as he drove into me, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I gripped the sheets as he pounded into me, hitting this place inside no man had. And in that moment, I was nothing but hot skin and sex. I wasn’t cognizant of anything but the intensity of his body inside mine and the coiling bliss building within.
I exploded.
After years of reading romance novels, I finally understood what that meant.
“Thane!” I cried, shuddering and shaking against his thrusts. The sensation was so sexy, so raw, I never wanted it to end. It was like it would never end.
“Regan, fuck!” Thane growled, and I watched him bare his teeth like an animal as his hips stilled against mine. He throbbed in me, bowing into the release in hard, jerking shudders.
As if he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, Thane rested his cheek on my stomach and tried to catch his breath.
He still pulsed inside me.
Possessiveness and satisfaction mingled as I stroked his back, his skin damp from our exertions.
I wanted to tell him it was the best sex I’d ever had, but even that didn’t sound perfect enough for what I’d just experienced.
After a while, he pressed a sweet kiss near my belly button. Thane lifted onto his hands to look down at me. His face was relaxed, sated, but I could see his busy brain working behind those soulful eyes. Before I could say a word, he kissed me. Not a chaste, sweet thank-you, but a deep, possessive kiss that promised we weren’t done.
However, apparently we were. Thane retreated to watch my face as he eased out of me, something masculine and smug in his expression as I moaned.
He got out of the bed and stood in the bright lights of the room. As he strode unashamed of his nakedness to the bathroom, most likely to deal with the condom, I squirmed on the sheets, wanting him back inside me.
Jesus, I was addicted.
When he came back out, his attention returned to me. His eyes flickered over my body, and his jaw clenched.
He wanted me again too.
Thane walked around the bed and said, his voice gruff, “I have to get back to the kids.”
God, of course. I touched my forehead, feeling stupid and irresponsible for forgetting Eilidh and Lewis. My desire for him made me a selfish, sex-mad woman.
I sat up as he dressed, pulling the sheet over me, that vulnerability I hadn’t felt the entire time now sliding over my skin.
Was that it? Had Thane scratched his itch and now we were done?
My only answer was a non-answer. He bent over me, kissed me softly, almost chastely, then kissed the tip of my nose before hurrying away.
“Lights off,” he commanded, and the annex turned dark seconds before he slipped back out into the night.
That was it?
Stupid tears pricked my eyes as I pulled my knees to my chest. I ached between my legs from where he’d been moments ago.
For me, it had been earth-shattering. Enlightening. A stupendous awakening.
Sex had been good for me before, but I hadn’t known it could be like what I’d read about.
Mind-blowing.
But maybe it hadn’t been for Thane. Maybe what he had in the past with Fran, a woman he’d loved, meant what he’d just had with me was the equivalent of a jerk in the shower.
I winced at the thought and shook my head. No, I was being silly.
Yet I despised Thane’s ability to make me doubt myself, to feel insecure. I’d never really overanalyzed if a guy I was with had enjoyed sex. The mere act of them coming suggested they had. But it wasn’t just about Thane enjoying sex with me.
I wanted him to have experienced what I just experienced.
Something beyond an orgasm.
Love. The word whispered in my mind, and I swiped angrily at a tear. Determined not to let his abrupt departure twist up my head beyond anything but the need to return to his children, I pushed out of bed and found my way to the shower in the dark.