Come A Little Bit Closer
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She couldn’t get over her amazement at finally feeling the heat of his skin, the dark hairs on his chest, his muscles moving against hers...and to know that all those secret fantasies she’d had about him since the day they’d met were finally coming to life.
And, oh, she’d never felt so alive as she did when she opened herself to him and he finally came into her. The stretch of her inner muscles over his thick, hard length made the pleasure so intense that her eyes fluttered closed, and her hips lifted automatically to take him deeper, her ankles linking together behind his hips to bring him closer.
Completely connected now, she could practically feel his heart beating inside her as he said her name again, and it was almost enough to have her coming apart around him. But before she could make even the slightest sound to let him know just how close to the edge she was, his mouth covered hers in a kiss so heartbreakingly sweet, so gentle even as continually rising passion drove her to wrap her legs around his hips tighter still.
And moments later, when he finally lifted his mouth from hers, everything inside of her rebelled at letting him go.
For weeks, she’d pushed her feelings for Smith into the shadows. It had been a secret she was trying to keep from everyone, especially herself.
Tonight, carefully guarded secrets were no match for desire.
Valentina threaded her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers. She wasn’t just offering herself for one night anymore...she was demanding he take everything from her. It had never been like this for her. She had never been this ravenous, this insatiable.
In perfect sync, they moved together, her hips colliding with his, her body begging for every deep, hard thrust. Sinfully sweet became beautifully dirty as they both spiraled out of control in each other’s arms.
* * *
Valentina couldn’t remember ever feeling so good, so languid, so satisfied, even though Smith’s heavy weight was pressing her into the mattress, and the tangled sheets were bunched up under her calf.
“We made a mess of your sheets,” she murmured against his neck, licking at the salty sweat just below his ear. “They’re all tangled now.”
“Good.”
She couldn’t miss the deep satisfaction in his voice, nor the fact that all it took was the vibration of his chest through to hers as he spoke to bring her sated body back to life beneath him.
Knowing she was safe as long as the night still surrounded them, and wanting to make the most of every single one of the stolen hours, she said, “I’m ready for dessert now.”
Smith lifted his head and smiled down at her. “I thought that was dessert.”
She pressed her mouth to his and loved getting lost in his kiss. “No, that was just to make sure we worked up an appetite for cupcakes.”
She loved the sound of his laughter, loved even more knowing that she’d pleased him. Because oh my, how he’d just pleased her. Again and again, with every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his body against—and into—hers.
“The cupcakes are over here,” she reminded him as he walked beautifully naked across the room to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled something out of it.
As satisfied as she’d felt just seconds ago, Valentina’s heart was now beating hard and fast as she wondered what Smith had planned for her. Especially when he said, “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
He grinned at her. “Trust me, you’re going to like it.”
His easy use of the words trust me had her quickly sitting up in bed and her gut clenching. She could give her body so much more easily than she could give her trust to a man.
But as she looked up into Smith’s eyes and saw the careful way he was watching her, she was amazed—shocked, actually—to realize that she did trust him. At least for this one night, when she could be absolutely certain that nothing, and no one, would come between them.
On a long exhale, she let her eyes close, and a moment later, she felt something soft being wrapped around her eyes. Before she could ask him why he was blindfolding her, Valentina smelled sugar and chocolate.
“Take a bite.”
She bit into the cake pressed softly against her lips and every one of her taste buds came completely alive. “Mmm.” She started to lick at the frosting she could feel on the corner of her upper lip, but Smith’s tongue beat hers there.
“Delicious.”
He moved the chocolate back to her lips and she took another bite. Dessert had never tasted so good before and she was more than ready to feel Smith’s mouth on hers again when he surprised her with the sensation of something cold across the tip of one breast and then the other a beat later.
“Did you know there was filling inside the cupcake?”
She was so lost in the heady anticipation of what he was about to do that she could barely get out the word no.
“I can’t tell what flavor it is. Maybe you can help me?”
“Smith. Please.”
He’d reduced her to begging yet again, but she didn’t care, not when she could feel his warm breath on her skin and then his tongue moving over her as he licked greedily at her incredibly sensitive ni**les. She clutched blindly at his shoulders as he moved to clean off her other breast in the same powerfully seductive, wickedly perfect way.
Only when every last drop was gone did he move his mouth to hers and kiss her again. When she was completely breathless, he said, “Tell me, Valentina. What flavor was it?”
Love.
He tasted like love.
The forbidden four-letter word popped into her head unbidden, not just once, but twice, startling her into going stiff in his arms.
Instantly sensing her distress, he pulled the tie he’d used as a makeshift blindfold from her eyes and ran his hands slowly down her arms. “I promised I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do tonight,” he said in a soothing voice. “Was it the blindfold?”
It wasn’t, of course. She had liked that part very, very much.
She reached for him and wound her arms around his neck. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
And he truly hadn’t. She was the one who was going to have to work like crazy to protect herself again come morning. Which was why she should be glad for the small slip. It was the perfect reminder that even as she gave him her body, she needed to hold back her heart.
Trying to recapture the playfulness from just moments before, she said, “But I do feel kind of sticky now.”
His dark eyes held hers for a long moment, until her prayers that he’d let her strange behavior go were answered. He swept her up into his arms and carried her into his bathroom.