Chapter 9
His piercing blue eyes smoulder as he watches me unzip my dress with a ravenous expression from the end of the bed. I wiggle the silk over my body, as graciously as it permits, while my heart races at a million miles per hour.
That kiss.
Fuck, I’ve never been kissed like that in my entire life.
It was all-consuming. Intoxicating. So fucking primal. His experience is evident in his skill. I can’t wait to see what else he’s experienced at.
His greedy gaze lingers on my strapless bra. ‘Lose it. Show me those perfect tits.’ Deft fingers reach up to swiftly unbutton his shirt, revealing mouthwatering curves cutting across his muscular torso.
I unclip my bra without breaking eye contact. It falls to the bed, and I push it to the floor as my nipples peak, shamelessly seeking his attention.
A low growl sounds from the back of his throat. ‘So fucking beautiful, Irish.’ He shrugs off his shirt, kicks off his shoes and reaches for the button of his navy shorts. Saliva floods my tongue. If the bulge at his crotch is anything to go on, he’s packing something significant.
‘I said strip.’ His jaw tightens as his focus falls to my thong. ‘Or do you want me to rip that thing off with my teeth p>
The thought sets a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me.
His shorts slip down, exposing thick muscular thighs. Fitted black boxer briefs are the only thing between me and his enormous dick.
Fuck.
This is actually happening.
I’m about to have hot, filthy sex with a man whose name I don’t even know.
His focus returns to the lace between my legs. ‘Don’t pretend you’re shy now, Irish.’ He lowers himself onto the bed, crawling up the mattress. ‘Not when you let me fuck you with my fingers this morning p>
‘I’m not shy,’ I swallow thickly. ‘I’m…’ It takes me a minute to pinpoint the exact way I’m feeling—why I’m hesitating. ‘Nervous.’ The word surprises me as it pops out.
I’ve had sex before, obviously.
But not with a stranger. And never with someone like him. Someone so confident. So alpha. So male. Someone who radiates such a wealth of experience. I’ve got a sinking sensation he was right—that he might ruin me for any man who comes after him.
Understanding flickers in his eyes. His expression softens as he drops onto the mattress beside me. ‘We don’t have to do this.’ He splays a palm across my stomach, his thumb stroking small tender circles over my skin. ‘Sorry. I came on too strong. I get blinded when I want something. I can be a little…’ he swipes a hand over his strong square jaw, ‘intense p>
‘I want to do this. It’s just I’ve never had a one-night stand before p>
He lifts his chunky silver watch and looks at it pointedly. ‘This isn’t a one-night stand. One night with you would never be enough, Irish. It’s ten nights. And I plan to make the most of every single one of them.’ He tilts his head, pressing a tiny kiss to my temple. ‘I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it so fucking good for you—if you let me. I promise p>
‘I believe it.’ How could I not when the sexual tension between us is stronger than a class-A drug?
His hand snakes up my stomach to cup my breasts. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he whispers. Thick fingers skim softly, teasingly, over my skin as we stare at each other in silence. My body begs me to give into this. To give into him.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I moan. ‘How are those nerves now?’ His hot breath skims my ear. Shivers skirt over my spine.
‘Rapidly being replaced by another sensation.’ I reach for his bicep, gliding my hand over the smooth, hard curve of his muscle, then down over his forearm.
‘Which sensation?’ He lowers his face to my breast and flicks his tongue over my nipple without taking his eyes from mine.
‘Lust.’ I pant as he takes it into his mouth and sucks.
‘That’s better.’ Approval weighs on his words. ‘The only thing you have to be nervous about, sweetheart, is that by the time I finally let you sleep, you might not be able to walk tomorrow p>
His hand glides lower over my stomach until it meets the waistband of my lingerie. ‘Want to scream for your bodyguard, or want to scream because you’re coming harder than a hurricane?’ His fingers skim over the lace.
I need them inside it.
I need him inside me.
Yep, my nerves have officially left the building.
‘Kiss me,’ I demand.
His blue eye glint. ‘With fucking pleasure.’ He slides his face lower, pushes my thighs apart and positions himself between my legs.
‘I didn’t mean…’ I trail off as he takes the lace in his teeth and tears it straight from my body. Hungry eyes rove over my sex.
‘Your pussy is fucking perfect, Irish. It’s dripping for me. Weeping for my touch.’ He slides his tongue over my entrance. His eyes remain fixated on mine as his tongue rolls from my slit to my clit, agonisingly slowly. ‘I decide where I’ll kiss you—and when. Make no mistake who’s in charge here p>
He’s so fucking hot.
I love a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it.
I respect that.
And fuck, I need it.
Need his tongue to keep working me like that.
He licks and sucks and moans like he’s devouring his favourite dessert. I reach for his hair, running my fingers through the cropped blonde mass. Deft hands dart out, wrapping around each of my wrists and pinning my arms to the bed. I struggle against his grip to test his resolve, but it’s futile; he’s so strong. Fire dances in his eyes, challenging me to try to move again.
Why would I want to?
I’m being pinned to the bed by a hot stranger who has an exceptionally talented tongue—as well as fingers.
Hot white pleasure builds at the back of my eyelids. Every muscle I own goes taut and rigid, and I swear I feel his smile against my sex a split second before the world as I know it explodes right in front of me.
‘Fuck,’ I cry out as pure primal pleasure pulses through every single cell in my body.
He watches avidly as I writhe and shake my way through the most transcendent experience of my life, lapping up every drop of my arousal.
‘You taste divine.’ He swipes his tongue over my centre one more time before crawling up the bed. His erection is bulging inside his boxers. I reach for him but he swats my hand away. ‘What part of I’m in charge didn’t you get p>
‘I want to taste you.’ The mere prospect makes my mouth water.
‘And I want to bury myself in your tight little cunt.’ His voice is low, rasping with need.
His filthy mouth sets a fresh burst of arousal soaring through my soul. I pat around the bed for the clutch bag I discarded. Finally, I find it, pop it open and hand him the packet of condoms.
‘Such a good girl.’ He takes the square silver foil and tears it open with his teeth, shoving his boxers down his thick thighs.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
His beautiful, thick, long length springs free, and oh my—it is huge.
I was right to be nervous.
I swallow hard.
The man must be a mind reader. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart,’ his voice softens. ‘I’ll take it slowly at first.’ He rolls the condom on. I have no idea what size it is, but I hope to hell it fits.
He nudges my thighs apart with his hips and rests his tip at my entrance. ‘You good?’ he checks.
I nod because I’m utterly lost for words, still spinning from that earth-shattering orgasm, yet already pining for the next one. He pushes himself into my core, stretching and filling me one life affirming inch at a time until I’m completely full of him.
His lips fuse with mine as he thrusts into me, slowly, at first. Deliberate, devastating and utterly fucking debilitating pumps that obliterate everything else in the entire world but him. Thick fingers circle both my wrists, holding them tightly above my head as I buck back against him. Our slick, sweat-sheened torsos slide against each other as he changes the angle to hit that sweet spot deep inside my inner walls. Again. And again. And again.
The headboard pounds against the wall.
My heart pounds in my chest.
And California pounds into me.
My core contracts, tiny fluttering pulses squeeze my insides as another orgasm builds. My legs go taut. He breaks our kiss, lifts his body slightly, and continues to rut into me.
‘Look, Irish. Look how well your body takes mine p>
My eyes drop to his cock—watching as he slams into me, huge and hard. The sight, combined with his relentless assault on my G-spot, sets me soaring over the edge into another cataclysmic release. My orgasm crests, and white-hot pleasure pulses through my entire body.
‘You take me so well,’ he purrs with approval, and my stomach flips. He ups the pace, thrusting into me, chasing his own hedonistic release. ‘Fuck.’ He slumps onto my chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. ‘Are you okay?’ Those huge blue eyes meet mine with genuine concern.
‘No,’ I pant. ‘I’m not okay. I’m fucking fantastic. Can we do that again p>
A deep, throaty laugh shakes his chest. ‘Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk tomorrow, baby, but yes, we can do that again p>