Shelby had seen Eric with his shirt off, working on the ranch. And sure, he had looked good then. She’d seen him in swim trunks when they were in high school. He had looked pretty fit at that time.
But the naked man who knelt above her was something else, amazing to the tenth power. Cords on his arms and shoulders bulged as he held his weight off of her. And it turned out his hard chest wasn’t solid like a piece of wood. It contained fascinating ridges of muscle that rippled all the way down to his . . . .
Wow. There was another big surprise, no pun intended.
Even if she didn’t detect the waves of stark desire and need rolling off of him in hot blasts of sexual hunger, she could figure this one out. He was very interested in her. Like, standing-at-attention interested.
She wanted to reach up and trace the lines of his body with her fingers, but he insisted that she keep her hands on the headboard. Shelby wasn’t one to cede power, but all he wanted was to give her pleasure and be a man in complete control of her body. If it made him happy to be totally in the driver’s seat for sex, and it made her happy in the process? That was the definition of a win-win in her book.
So was the way he made her toes curl when he used his mouth on her . . .
Damn. The way he looked at her—like she was Thanksgiving dinner and he was a starving man—made her shiver.
He hadn’t touched her, only knelt over her, watching her reaction. To what? To his presence? She liked it, no question.
He licked his lips. “The next thing I want is to make you to scream my name.”
It took her a second to find her voice. Her heart scampered in her chest.
“I’m on board with that idea.”
Another grin and he kissed her, hard. She tasted his clove scent, a hint of her own passion, and the undertones of whiskey. Worked for her. When he lifted his head, she smiled.
“You still don’t want me to move my hands?”
“No.”
“Can I use my mouth?” She flicked a glance downward.
His pupils dilated so much, that his eye color went from dark blue to black. “Like, uh . . . ?”
She nodded.
He swallowed. “You want to?”
“Oh yeah.” She re-gripped the iron rods. A confidence she never thought she possessed grew inside of her. “And since I can’t use my hands, you are in charge of how much I use my mouth.”
“Hot fucking damn.”
“You got that right. Get over here, cowboy.”
With his knees on either side of her chest, he leaned forward and grabbed the top of the headboard with one hand. The other handed guided his erection right into her open mouth.
She sucked the tip and then the rest of him down to the back of her throat.
“Geezus fucking Christ almighty,” he gritted out.
How long she worked him, she had no idea. Time stopped. Her entire existence centered on the hard and silky glide as he slid in and out of her mouth and the panting moans as he hovered over her. She started off slow then fluttered her tongue along the underside of his erection. He eased in and out, giving her time to breathe, but stayed in her mouth. The bed shook with his shudders as he fought to maintain his own control.
He groaned as he dropped his sweaty forehead onto the back of his hand which was death-gripped around the top of the headboard.
“Damn. That feels so good, but I’m not going down with the ship like this.” He eased away and sat back on his heels. “I want to be inside you when I come. I want you screaming my name so loudly that my ears bleed. Got it?”
“Still no moving my hands?”
“Don’t you dare. I love this view.”
“You do?”
“You have no idea.” He licked his lips. “But I do want you to do something for me. Open your legs as wide as you can.”
The command in his voice almost made her orgasm on the spot. The hunger in his stare shook her to the core.
As he stared down at her, she bent her knees and spread her legs out wide. Totally open to him. Totally vulnerable, not so much as to what he would do to her, but what he thought of her. Her filters had dropped, and if he disapproved of anything he felt or saw, she would know it immediately.
The idea scared the hell out of her.
“Hey, you okay?” He stroked her neck and arms.
“Yes.”
The half smile he shot made her heart flop over. “Good. Because, God, you’re so sexy.” He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a foil package. In a flash, he had sheathed himself, his erection jutting up and out, pulsing.
Liquid pooled between her legs as her vagina throbbed with the need for him inside of her.
“Please, Eric. I need you.”
“Me, too.”
He stroked her damp folds then separated them. With an appreciative-sounding expletive, he entered her, but only a few inches.
She whimpered, lifting her hips.
“Patience,” he said, sweat beading his brow.
“Says the pot calling the kettle black.”
A mischievous smile crept across his face. “I’ve waited years for this. I can draw this out for a very long time, darlin’.”
When she tried to buck again, he held her hips still and pressed her knees up, spreading her open even farther.
And inched in again. She gasped, taking in his thickness. All her nerve endings caught fire at once, and she gripped the railing over her head as hard as possible.
Then he withdrew.
A whimper came from her mouth. “Please, Eric.”
“Please, what?”
“More.” She yearned to connect with him, for him to fill her up. “Don’t stop.”
“If you insist.”
With one smooth hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and she screamed as pleasure flowed through every cell in her body. He gripped her shoulders and leveraged himself into her even deeper.
A gasp of ecstasy left her lips, followed by a guttural yell. A sound she’d never heard before.
“My God, you’re so sexy.” His smile turned to concentration as he started to move, rocking against her, hitting the right areas deep down inside her core.
As she built up to a peak, he slowed down, making her grind her teeth in frustration.
“What,” she panted, “are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for you.”
“For what?”
He moved her legs up until her knees were pressed close to her shoulders. The angle changed everything and she shuddered. He filled her body, her mind, her vision. He surrounded her. Stark hunger and desire spun out of his thoughts and sparked life into her own thoughts. She’d never been this open, mentally and physically, with any person.
When he skimmed a fingertip near the rim of her anus, she nearly lost her mind. “Oh my—. Please.”
“Please what?” When he withdrew his hand, it was the cruelest thing she could imagine him doing at this moment.
“Please . . . anything. More.” She bucked against his weight, but it wasn’t enough. “Touch me. Please move. Please go deeper. Please do anything. Just . . . more. Please, Eric.”
“I suppose that’s good enough for me. I’ll stop holding back now.” He gritted out the words, then thrust harder and faster.
He’d been holding back? Oh, God. Her brain and body couldn’t take much more.
While he drove into her, he grabbed her ankles with one hand and pushed them up toward her head. With his other hand, he stroked the outer edge of her anus, sending dynamite sparks of excitement shooting through every cell in her body.
She let go with one hand, and he slowed down, holding her on the edge and nearly driving her insane.
“Hands up and on the rails or I quit.” He winked. “I’ve got you. Promise.”
When she gripped again, he sped up the rhythm. Their moans filled the room. Her entire world narrowed down to the sexy man driving into her.
“Say it, Shelby.”
She panted, trying to catch her breath with the relentless thrusting. “Eric.”
“Yell it.”
“Eric! I’m going to come. Eric!” she screamed.
“Yeah.”
Stars burst in her vision as she clenched around him in a new rhythm. He continued to push her higher as he crested a few seconds later, pulsing deep inside her vagina.
A few minutes—or was it hours?—later, he eased her legs down onto the bed and peeled her fingers off the iron bars.
A tear leaked out. She couldn’t stop shaking.
“Come here, darlin’.” Lying on his side, he pulled her into his heated body and surrounded her with his arms and his satisfied thoughts. Even more good news: his emotions didn’t hurt when she detected them. No headache at all.
With no extra energy to consider this new finding, she tucked her head in the crook between his shoulder and bicep, then drifted off to sleep, exhausted, satisfied, and complete.