He picked her up and cradled her against his chest. He paused at the door to the guest room and listened before he stepped out into the hall. It was quiet, so he carried her down the hall to his room. After he settled her on his bed, he walked back to the door and locked it.
When he turned around and looked at her, she bit her lip and pulled the sheet up higher.
“Oh, you won’t be needing that again for a few hours.”
“Hours?” she squeaked.
He grinned and pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. There was an entire box of condoms in the corner.
Shit, how long have these been in here?
He flipped it over to check the expiration date and almost cheered. He pulled out a strip of six and carried it to the night table next to the bed. Ridley watched him with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got more if we need them.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I see. Someone’s pretty confident.” Her eyes held a hint of a challenge as she kneeled on the bed in front of him.
“Shouldn’t I be? Or perhaps I haven’t convinced you I’m worth your time yet?”
He climbed on the bed next to her and buried his face in her neck. The skin there was so delicate and soft and she smelled so damn good. His soft bites drew a strangled cry from her throat.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He put both hands under her shoulders and pulled her against him for a deep, punishing kiss, his hips rocking his erection against her core. “If I only get one night, I have to know what it feels like. Just the thought of you squeezing me so hard while you’re screaming my name—”
“Jackson.” She moaned beneath him, her hands tightening on his shoulders so hard that her nails bit into his skin.
“Damn, hold on baby.”
It took a little maneuvering to remove his sweatpants without being separated from her soft body for too long. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a packet off the strip. He ripped the package open and was just about to roll it on when she propped herself up on one elbow and placed a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Wait, I just want…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed him onto his back “…to taste you, too.”
He stopped breathing at the first touch of her moist lips against his shaft.
“Oh, shit.” His fingers fisted in her long locks when she suddenly took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head. Her long lashes settled against her cheeks as she lapped at him, her little pink tongue curling around the base before she worked her way back up. When she finally pulled back to trace the tip of her finger around the tip, her full lips looked slightly swollen.
Just the sight made him feel like a caveman.
He was a patient man but there was only so much he could take and, if she didn’t stop teasing him, it would be over before it began. He wanted their first time together to be amazing. And this time there would be no interruptions.
He pushed her back on the bed, unable to think of anything other than getting inside her. He rolled the protection down over his shaft and lay in the cradle of her thighs. She sighed as their naked flesh met and clung.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. She wrapped her long legs around his waist.
He rocked his hips, sliding inside her in one thick thrust.
He threw his head back, the tight grip of her body almost too much. He pulled out and then thrust again, grinding himself into the soft heat between her legs. She sighed and arched up against him. The movement pushed her breasts against his chest.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of her perfect, toffee-colored breasts. Her dusky nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses against the caramel of her skin.
“So pretty and perfect. And so responsive.” Her unique aroma wrapped around him as he pressed his face between her breasts. He wanted to roll himself in the sweet scent until it clung to his skin.
He teased the tip of one nipple with his finger before he took it into his mouth and sucked it deep. She cried out as he rolled it between his lips, drawing the tip between his teeth lightly. He played with it as he moved inside her, his thrusts coming faster and harder until they ended up diagonal on the mattress with her head hanging over the edge.
“Oh, you’re going to make me come again,” she panted, her words almost incoherent as he rode her with long, thick thrusts that had her full breasts bouncing against his mouth.
Moisture flooded her core and he groaned. She was so wet, so hot.
“Come for me.” He turned his face and muttered the words against her open mouth. He had to see her face when she came. He needed it. “Come for me again. Let me see how much you want it.”
Then her back bowed and her inner muscles clamped down around him. Her eyes flew open and he saw it, the moment she lost control of herself.
“Oh god, I can’t,” she wailed, before her hands tightened in his hair.
They both cried out at the exquisite sensation as he pistoned back and forth through her rapidly clenching muscles. As her inner walls trembled around him, he couldn’t hold back any more and just let go.
Moments later, as he lay panting in the cradle of her arms, he looked at her in amazement. He’d expected it to be good. He’d even expected it to be better than anything he’d ever felt before.
What he hadn’t expected was not wanting it to ever end.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WHIRRRRRRRR.
Ridley flopped over in bed, pulling the pillow over her head. She was so cozy and warm. She could just stay in this bed forever, especially since she’d just been dreaming about the best sex of her life.
When he turned around and looked at her, she bit her lip and pulled the sheet up higher.
“Oh, you won’t be needing that again for a few hours.”
“Hours?” she squeaked.
He grinned and pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. There was an entire box of condoms in the corner.
Shit, how long have these been in here?
He flipped it over to check the expiration date and almost cheered. He pulled out a strip of six and carried it to the night table next to the bed. Ridley watched him with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got more if we need them.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I see. Someone’s pretty confident.” Her eyes held a hint of a challenge as she kneeled on the bed in front of him.
“Shouldn’t I be? Or perhaps I haven’t convinced you I’m worth your time yet?”
He climbed on the bed next to her and buried his face in her neck. The skin there was so delicate and soft and she smelled so damn good. His soft bites drew a strangled cry from her throat.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He put both hands under her shoulders and pulled her against him for a deep, punishing kiss, his hips rocking his erection against her core. “If I only get one night, I have to know what it feels like. Just the thought of you squeezing me so hard while you’re screaming my name—”
“Jackson.” She moaned beneath him, her hands tightening on his shoulders so hard that her nails bit into his skin.
“Damn, hold on baby.”
It took a little maneuvering to remove his sweatpants without being separated from her soft body for too long. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a packet off the strip. He ripped the package open and was just about to roll it on when she propped herself up on one elbow and placed a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Wait, I just want…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed him onto his back “…to taste you, too.”
He stopped breathing at the first touch of her moist lips against his shaft.
“Oh, shit.” His fingers fisted in her long locks when she suddenly took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head. Her long lashes settled against her cheeks as she lapped at him, her little pink tongue curling around the base before she worked her way back up. When she finally pulled back to trace the tip of her finger around the tip, her full lips looked slightly swollen.
Just the sight made him feel like a caveman.
He was a patient man but there was only so much he could take and, if she didn’t stop teasing him, it would be over before it began. He wanted their first time together to be amazing. And this time there would be no interruptions.
He pushed her back on the bed, unable to think of anything other than getting inside her. He rolled the protection down over his shaft and lay in the cradle of her thighs. She sighed as their naked flesh met and clung.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. She wrapped her long legs around his waist.
He rocked his hips, sliding inside her in one thick thrust.
He threw his head back, the tight grip of her body almost too much. He pulled out and then thrust again, grinding himself into the soft heat between her legs. She sighed and arched up against him. The movement pushed her breasts against his chest.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of her perfect, toffee-colored breasts. Her dusky nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses against the caramel of her skin.
“So pretty and perfect. And so responsive.” Her unique aroma wrapped around him as he pressed his face between her breasts. He wanted to roll himself in the sweet scent until it clung to his skin.
He teased the tip of one nipple with his finger before he took it into his mouth and sucked it deep. She cried out as he rolled it between his lips, drawing the tip between his teeth lightly. He played with it as he moved inside her, his thrusts coming faster and harder until they ended up diagonal on the mattress with her head hanging over the edge.
“Oh, you’re going to make me come again,” she panted, her words almost incoherent as he rode her with long, thick thrusts that had her full breasts bouncing against his mouth.
Moisture flooded her core and he groaned. She was so wet, so hot.
“Come for me.” He turned his face and muttered the words against her open mouth. He had to see her face when she came. He needed it. “Come for me again. Let me see how much you want it.”
Then her back bowed and her inner muscles clamped down around him. Her eyes flew open and he saw it, the moment she lost control of herself.
“Oh god, I can’t,” she wailed, before her hands tightened in his hair.
They both cried out at the exquisite sensation as he pistoned back and forth through her rapidly clenching muscles. As her inner walls trembled around him, he couldn’t hold back any more and just let go.
Moments later, as he lay panting in the cradle of her arms, he looked at her in amazement. He’d expected it to be good. He’d even expected it to be better than anything he’d ever felt before.
What he hadn’t expected was not wanting it to ever end.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WHIRRRRRRRR.
Ridley flopped over in bed, pulling the pillow over her head. She was so cozy and warm. She could just stay in this bed forever, especially since she’d just been dreaming about the best sex of her life.
