Page 35 of In Shining Armor

Her tiny gasp ignited a fire in his veins, and his heart pounded harder in his chest.

He grabbed her with his other arm around her waist and spun, whirling her beneath him on the couch.

The sweetness in her mouth tasted like mint, and he shoved his hand under her pajama top to touch the skin over her ribs. Her skin’s softness was velvet under his palm and fingers.

Her arms wound around his neck, holding his mouth on hers. He broke off and bent to run his mouth over her neck, breathing in her feminine scent and something like roses, and he pushed her back to run his teeth over her neck.

Her throat moved under his mouth. A sexy hum vibrated the skin under his lips.

Her moan thrummed through him.

Dieter wanted himself in her mouth and her pussy and her ass. He wanted to devour her and bury himself in her until he was gone. He wanted his come on her skin and inside her until every cell of her was awash with him.

He was a roaring tidal wave of passion and possessiveness, wanting to drag her under and drown her in himself.

He’d never been so fascinated with anything or anyone in his life. It felt like obsession. It felt like insanity ripping him apart.

It felt like his world shattered, and he and she were both someone else.

Dieter pushed himself up on his arms. “Flicka—”

She grabbed his shirt and hauled him down to her mouth again, and he was lost.

Dieter shoved himself to standing and picked her up in his arms. He strode for his bedroom, kicking the damn door out of his way as he raced to the bed.

He stripped off her clothes and his, and he worshipped every inch of her skin with his eyes, his hands, and his mouth.

The woman in his bed was utterly a stranger to him, even though her name felt familiar in his mouth as he whispered to her.

A thought assailed him, which shocked him because he hadn’t managed a logical thought since she’d moved to touch him. He asked her, “Have you done this before?”

“No,” she whimpered, struggling underneath him.

Ice slithered down his spine, but his body was nearly out of his control. “You went to boarding school.”

“I didn’t want to, not in the dorms,” she said, her voice low in her throat. “I didn’t like any of the guys like that. I didn’t like the pressure, so I didn’t.”

No,he didn’t want to hurt her. No matter how gentle he might try to be, her first time would hurt. Dieter had seen other guys in the shower and women’s gasps and grins too many times to think that he was anywhere near average, and he knew he shouldn’t be anyone’sfirst.He liked to drive women senseless the first time he was with them, until they screamed his name from insane pleasure.

He didn’t want to hurt a woman at all.

Especially Flicka.

He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her to kneeling.

Flicka’s startlingly green eyes widened. “What are you—”

He grabbed the back of her head, gathered her silky hair in his fist, and held his thick, long cock in his hand, shoving it against her lips.

She gasped and flinched, but he drove himself into her face, holding her and thrusting into her mouth.

Flicka opened her lips further, bracing her hands on his hips and sucking him into the heat of her mouth and throat.

Her tongue licked him inside her mouth, and she closed her eyes as if she liked it.

He pumped into her, feeling the heat of her mouth and the tight barrier of her throat against the head of his cock.

No need to draw this out.