Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tiffany wanted to crawl up inside the man and live there. Electricity sparked and crackled through her nerve endings.

Thomas dropped some money on the bar, grabbed her hand, and headed for the door.

Tiffany tottered on behind him, almost running to keep up with his long strides. Somewhere, way, way, way down deep inside, a warning muttered. She stamped it right out. Today, she didn’t care. She wanted Thomas Hunter, from about two seconds after she’d seen him. Having him now, best idea ever.

The bar door slammed shut behind them.

Thomas spun and jerked her against his chest. Hard flesh met her breasts and drove the air out of her chest. God, he felt so good. Her head snapped back, but he snagged it in his big hand, tangling his fingers in her hair and dragging her mouth to his. Wet. Wild. Wonderful. Damn this man could kiss.

He was strong, beautiful against her, and she curved to the defined planes of him, soft where he was hard, giving where he demanded. So thrilling it shot straight to her crotch.

He lifted her right off her feet, hands cupping her ass. She slanted her head to increase the contact between their mouths. More, please. All of it.

A car started in the distance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tight, gripping him and holding him between her thighs. He felt so good, so right. The husky taste of him, the thrust of his tongue, his hands spanning her entire ass as he carried her down the passage.

Someone shouted; she didn’t give a crap who saw them. The door pressed hard against her back.

Breathing hard, Thomas lifted his head. “Key?”

She slid her shaking legs to the ground. With scrabbling fingers, she dug out the key and handed it to him. Oh, God, they were really doing this. She was wet already, throbbing between her legs and desperate for more.

Thomas grabbed for her in the cool dimness of the room. Their breathing rasped hard. The heat came off him and she had to touch. Had to. She burrowed her hands under his T-shirt. Warm, smooth skin under her palms as she slid them up his back. Under the skin, hard-packed muscle that jerked and tightened under her touch.

He brought her pelvis into contact with his. He was so hard against her, as ready as her. Needing to get inside her as much as she needed him there. Her mouth opened under his. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. She pushed against him impatiently. His shirt had to go. She shoved it up.

He pulled his mouth from hers and reached behind him to grab a fistful and tug.

So fucking beautiful, and all hers. Hard slabs of muscle, browned in the sun with a light scattering of hair over his nipples and marching in a straight line beneath his pants. She had to taste, and she put her mouth against the column of his neck. She breathed the musk of him in as she opened her lips and lapped his skin. Salty sweat, man and skin.

He groaned. The sound rippled through her. He liked her mouth on him and, shit, she liked putting it there. She nipped at his chest, wanting to suck all that hard into her. Down over the corrugated ridges of his stomach. Lower to what she wanted so badly her mouth watered.

He sucked in a breath.

She whimpered her protest as he gripped her nape, pulling her mouth back to his. Hard, hot gaze on her. “I want to taste you.”

Her knees almost folded. Her zipper rippled open, and his fingers slid over her spine, pushing her dress down to her waist. Cool air hit her heated skin.

His breath caught, his gaze eating up the sight of her bare breasts. Big, rough hands cupped her breasts, almost reverently, the fullness fitting into his palms and swelling over his fingers. Too gentle—she wanted hard and dirty and fast. All the heat building between them. Hours in that truck, wanting him just where she had him now. She arched her back, pushing her nipples deeper into his touch.

“Beautiful.” His thumbs caressed her nipples. “Everywhere.”

Heat shot straight between her legs and she swayed toward him.

He dropped his hands to her waist, spanning the curve as he pulled her into contact with him. Naked skin against naked skin, burning, slick with sweat, needy. She could come just from the feel of his skin.

He slid her dress all the way off.

Good decision on the thong today, as his hands took advantage of her bare cheeks, grabbing and squeezing, pulling her against his erection.

He walked her back, and when her legs hit the bed, she dropped onto the mattress. He stopped, poised above her.

Denim rasped against her bare legs. She had to get under those clothes, see him, touch him, taste. Drive him batshit crazy, just like he was doing to her. She grabbed hold of his belt and slid the buckle open.

He braced his weight on his forearms, his face intent and still.

Clumsy and frantic, her fingers trembled on the buttons of his fly. His erection pressed against the back of her hand. She caressed his hot length. Sweet mercy, she was in for a treat.

“Oh, yeah.” Thomas groaned and slanted his mouth over hers again. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them off. Naked flesh scorched through the insubstantial barrier of her thong.

Shit, right there. He pressed his cock where she throbbed, rotating his hips to increase the friction. He reared up to look at her beneath him, his eyes dark and stormy as he catalogued her.

She writhed for him, sensual and powerful, loving the way his hungry gaze took it all in, drank her all in and demanded more.

His head dipped and hot breath seared her nipple. She needed his mouth there. Arching her back, she whimpered under the hot, wet suck of his mouth. Deeper he pulled at her nipple, pushing the barrier of pain and pleasure.

“More. Now.” Her breath came in incoherent pants. Just more of everything.

Impatient fingers nudged aside her thong to slide over her wet heat. His thumb found her clitoris and pressed. Yes. Oh, God, she was close. Her hips bucked against his fingers.

Finding her slick opening, he slid his finger around and in, filling her.

She clenched around him. More of that would push her right over the edge. “Yes.”

He slid another finger deep inside her, his thumb working her clit. “Fuck, babe, you feel so good.”

He had no idea how good she felt right now.

He moved his mouth down and pressed open-mouthed kisses across her ribs and onto her flat belly as he stripped her thong down her legs. He pressed her legs open and slid down off the bed. His hot gaze raked her, harsh breath panting through his parted lips.

His cock stood rampant between his thighs, thick and swollen. For her. She writhed her hips. He lowered his head, settling between her thighs.

She raised her hips impatiently, wanting his mouth on her. And then it was, and she flung her head back as need raked through her.

He took his time, tasting her, exploring her with his tongue and his lips.

Tiffany sank her fingers into his hair—selfish maybe, but damn, the way he used his mouth was a beautiful thing. He didn’t rush as if it were some kind of obligation. He licked across her clit slowly and then faster, sucking the bud into his mouth.

Oh. My. God. Her grip tightened on his silky hair; if he stopped now, she’d die for sure.

Her orgasm pushed closer. He slowed down, prolonging her pleasure until she nearly screamed at him to let her come. When she did, it was on a low keen of his name that lifted her off the bed.

Tiffany drifted down again, her bones melting into the bed beneath her.

He crawled up over her. A satisfied smile turned the corners of his mouth up. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

He grabbed his jeans. Finding a condom in his wallet, he rolled it over his length.

She wanted that. All of it inside her. “Now, Thomas.”

He grinned and settled between her thighs. He fisted his cock and guided it into her. Her soaked tissues stretched around his girth. He filled her completely and then more. She lifted her hips to take all of him, and he slid home with a soft curse.

Perfect.

Raising himself on his arms, pleasure, raw and primal, stamped over his features. It made her crazy just watching him.

He thrust slow, deep and sure. Pushing all the way in, as much as she could take before drawing out again. His abdominals bunched and flexed with each push of his hips, sweat glistening on his stomach.

Tiffany wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed up, desperate to take all of him.

He responded and quickened his pace, keeping his focus on her face, watching her pleasure and reflecting it back at her.

She didn’t hold back, urging him with soft cries to go faster, deeper.

He fucked like they’d been doing this for years. The pressure in her core built as he stroked her higher. He lowered his hand between them and found her aching clit.

She came so hard the room dipped and swirled. She shut her eyes and let it take her over the edge.

He gave a guttural shout as he joined her, pushing right into her as far as she could take him. Squeezing him tight, milking his orgasm, she clenched around him.

As he lowered his weight onto her, their sweat-slickened skin pressed together.

She kept him there with her thighs, bringing her arms around his torso to hold him in place. A series of small aftershocks rippled through her. And, finally, she lay quiet.

He kissed her, her head tenderly clasped between his hands.

Tiffany opened her eyes.

He smiled. A beautiful, satisfied beam of happy that warmed her. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” Laughter bubbled up inside her.

He kissed her quickly and rolled onto his back, tugging her into his side, pressing her cooling skin close to his. He smelled of sweat and sex, and she burrowed her face against him.

“Incredible,” he said.

She couldn’t have said it better, so she didn’t. She snuggled closer to him, the slow thump of his heart steady against her ear.