“Harry…”
Her tone was a whimper in anticipation of what she knew would come. He wanted her to understand that she couldn’t always control him, that some things were better left in his hands, especially the sensual things.
With that in mind, he bent and carefully kissed her breast, avoiding the erect, puckered nipple and ignoring her soft cries. Relentlessly he teased, always staying just out of reach no matter how she turned or tried to coax him to take her into his mouth. She cursed him softly, then moaned, her thick lashes drifting down over her eyes, her body going utterly lax, with no fight left at all.
Harry tried to stifle the overwhelming feeling of triumph, but knowing he’d won with this one particular woman—and that she’d enjoyed letting him win—filled him with primitive instincts. He loosened his hold and whispered close to her ear, “Don’t move, sweetheart.”
“Harry…please.”
His heart tripped. He’d never thought to hear that word from her mouth. She’d not only given over to him, she trusted him enough to show her full need. Releasing her hands and sitting up, Harry pulled off her boots and socks, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down to her knees. She helped him by kicking them off the rest of the way.
Charlie watched him through dazed eyes. Her soft mouth was slightly open, her hands resting above her head, the palms up and vulnerable. He shook he wanted her so badly.
Coming down on his elbow beside her, he kissed her hungrily and she groaned in relief. Impatient, he stroked his hand down her belly and below, cupping his fingers over her mound, feeling the heat of her, the dampness of the cotton panties. He could hear the race of his blood in his ears, and the sexy little sounds Charlie made.
She was already so close, and he’d barely begun. He leaned away from her and saw her hands were now fisted tightly, her chest heaving, her pale thighs clenched. He pushed his hand inside her panties and with his middle finger pressed and stroked. “You’re so wet, honey. Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t hesitate in answering, though her reply was an almost incoherent hiss. He’d always loved watching a woman climax, but seeing Charlie, her head pressed back, her neck muscles straining, her pretty breasts heaving—it was more than he’d ever expected. More than he likely deserved. Very slowly, he worked one finger inside her. Though she was silky wet and very excited, she clenched his finger tightly. He groaned, imagining how she’d feel squeezing his erection. His heart pounded.
“Ah, Harry, I…”
“Does that hurt?” he whispered. His free arm was beside her head and he smoothed her silky dark hair away from her face.
She shook her head, then said, “A little. But don’t stop.”
“No, I won’t stop.” It pained him to smile, he was so aroused, but he felt full to bursting with love and contentment. He kissed her cheek, her nose, then used his thumb to find her small clitoris. He touched it lightly and she jerked, her reaction very telling.
He found a rhythm, using her own wetness to slick the way, to make the friction sweeter. He could tell she held her breath, her entire body tensed in expectation, and when she suddenly lurched and cried out he kissed her, swallowing the sound, taking it into himself. She forgot his instructions and wrapped her arms tightly around him, gripping him as if needing an anchor, as if she needed him as close as possible. Harry continued to kiss her, his tongue stroking in her mouth just as his finger stroked inside her. Her climax was long and full and she held him, her thighs rigid, her inner muscles trembling. She was so explosive, so real, he nearly lost control.
Making love to her, actually being inside her, might well kill him. But he was more than willing to take the risk.
As she quieted, he tenderly kissed her trembling lips. “You okay?”
She mumbled something he couldn’t hear and burrowed a little closer.
“Should I take that as a yes?” He wanted to tease, but his voice shook and he knew he wouldn’t last a minute longer.
For an answer, she bit him. He jumped, then rubbed his chest, though the small nip of her teeth hadn’t really hurt. “Your vicious tendencies never cease to amaze me.”
She gave him a scorching look and smiled. “My vicious tendencies will explode if you don’t get on with it.”
“Impatient wench.” But he stood beside the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. Charlie watched, lying on her back at her leisure, unashamed of her nudity or the sensual pose she presented.
Impossible as it seemed, her gaze grew even warmer and she breathed more deeply as he tossed his shirt aside and unbuttoned his slacks. He removed his wallet and pulled a condom from it, tossing it onto the nightstand beside her bed. She smiled.
Holding her gaze, he toed off his shoes, then pulled down his slacks, removing his shorts and socks at the same time. He straightened, then stood there, letting her look her fill.
She took a leisurely perusal of his body, from his shoulders all the way down to his feet. Once that was done, her gaze lifted to focus on his erection. He throbbed painfully, feeling her attention like a tactile touch.
“Well?”
With warm cheeks and hot eyes she nodded. “You’ll do.”
The laugh emerged as a bark, relieving a bit of his tension. He climbed back into bed with her. “Merely satisfactory, huh?”
“On the contrary.” She crawled over him, lying along his length, propping her elbows on his chest. Her voice turned low and husky as she stared down into his eyes. “You’re so incredibly sexy there are no words.”
The breathless compliment pushed him right over the edge. “Charlie.” He turned her beneath him and kissed her deeply, groaning at the acute sensation of her nakedness beneath him. With her arms free this time, she explored him, her small palms coasting over his shoulders, down his spine to his buttocks. He groaned again, then reared back. “Damn it. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait. I wanted to make this last, to glut myself on you—”
“How romantic.”
He shook his head, unable to banter with her at this moment when his need was so great. “I’ll explode if I don’t get inside you right now.”
Her smile was pure female satisfaction. “So explode. I’m not stopping you.”
Muttering another curse, he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom. Charlie watched in fascination as he put it on, then squealed when he quickly tucked her beneath him. “Put your legs around me.”
She obeyed. He reached between their bodies, touching her, opening her for his thrust. “You’re small, honey.”
Her eyes were huge, watchful. “And you’re not.”
“No.” He ground his teeth together while his fingers again explored her. Her feminine flesh was swelled, hot. And she was wet from her release. He closed his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s all right, Harry. I won’t break.”
He wanted to laugh. Even now, she was full of bravado, unwilling to show any weakness. He wanted to wait, to ease into her gently, but she kept touching him and her hips squirmed against him. His control snapped. With a harsh curse, he entered her.
She caught her breath, but didn’t fight him.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He saw her through a red haze of overwhelming lust and tenderness, emotions that when mixed became volatile. She quivered, and her eyes closed, her neck arched. She gave a small moan, of pain or ecstasy, he couldn’t tell. Then her legs tightened around his waist and her fingers tangled in his hair, and he was gone.