Page 31 of Love.V2 (Occupational Hazards #2)
A full-body shiver wracked me. That soft, floating feeling burned away as mad, scorching lust flooded my system. His hands were everywhere, sliding and grabbing, like he was greedy for every inch of my skin.
“Please tell me your plan is fast,” I begged, my fingernails scratching against his neck. I fumbled with his buttons, already mentally working him out of his pants. It wasn’t enough to have his body pressed against mine. I wanted skin. I wanted him all over me. Inside me .
He groaned, fingers gripping my ass tight enough to leave marks. My hips jerked against his, the thought taking everything to a whole new level. I wanted his mark on me. I wanted real, physical proof of how much he wanted me.
“We should go slow,” he grunted. His words lost all meaning when he surged upwards, taking me with him.
In an instant, I was on my back, the frilly hem of my dress shoved up to my waist. He loomed over me, eyes darting across my face, my body, until he dipped lower to plunder my mouth. I arched beneath him.
“Or not,” I suggested, grabbing at his waistband.
His shirt pulled free, granting me access to the corded muscles of his back.
My hands slid and grasped, just as his smoothed over the bare skin of my thighs, playing with the lace edge of my underwear.
We moved against each other like waves on the sand, gliding and grinding everything to dust. Starting over with every touch.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he panted, looking down at how I was splayed open for him, pressing his hips into mine like he couldn’t control himself. Sparks flew across my vision. “I want it to be…special. This first time, again.”
This first time, again. That was a good way to describe it. I remembered viscerally how he pulsed inside me. The sounds he made, and how he lost control at the end, snapping his hips and clenching his jaw.
The knowledge of what it was like to make love with him fueled my urgency. I knew how good it could be, and I wanted it. Now.
“It’s been too long.” I sounded whiny and needy, but that’s how I felt.
As my fingers scrambled to undress him, he did his best to melt my brain, pressing my legs open further, exposing me to him.
Kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, shoving his hips into mine again and again, sending exquisite pressure between my legs where I was growing wetter, hotter.
“Shit.” He cursed when I finally slid my hand inside his pants. His cock was long and hard in my fingers. I reveled in the way he moaned, hips flexing as I moved up and down his length. His mouth tore away from mine, growling with every breath. “Too good.”
“So good,” I whispered, high on the feeling of him losing control against me.
It was heady, powerful, making my head spin even more than it already was.
I gripped him harder, needing to see what he looked like when he completely fell apart for me.
It had been so long since it had felt like this. I wanted to capture all of it.
He cursed again, yanking my wrist to pin my arm over my head.
The movement stretched me long underneath him, and his eyes drifted down my body, lingering where my heaving chest pressed against the fabric of my dress.
It bunched around my navel, baring thin, lacy blue underwear to him.
His eyes narrowed on the wet spot between my legs.
I flushed, gasping, like his gaze was a physical thing pressing against the damp lace.
His fingers tightened on my wrist, driving my hand into the pillows. “Did that get you wet, Tess? You like teasing me?”
My hips churned underneath him. He didn’t require an answer. We both knew exactly how turned on I was.
His teeth flashed, and for a moment, I wanted to know what they’d feel like against my skin. “We can see how you like it. How hot can I make you with just my fingers? You want me to tease you, Angel?”
Yes. No? I wriggled, pulling on my arm, but he pinned it mercilessly to the bed. Something about the restraint ratcheted my desire even .
My mind emptied as his hand found my core, stroking between my legs. With a single, deft move, Dylan pushed the fabric aside and slid his finger through my wetness, making me shudder and arch .
“That’s it, Angel. Damn, do you feel how wet you are?
” His thumb circled my clit while his fingers stroked, adding to the aching pressure building low in my stomach.
The feeling shot through my body, zipping down my limbs.
My feet scrabbled for purchase on the smooth comforter, bunching and twisting it.
I was losing myself to the pleasure, every second stealing more of my thoughts, dissolving them into pure feeling.
“You like that?” His voice was a low, inaudible growl. It flooded my senses, a deep rumble in my chest. I whimpered, then cried out as he speared a finger inside me, his leg pinning my knee to the bed, holding me open.
Despite the heat burning across my skin, and his frantic breathing, his invasion was slow.
Gentle, almost like he wasn’t sure how rough he could be with me.
He’d barely pressed inside before he moved back, pulsing softly in between my legs.
The whole time, he kept constant pressure on my clit. Ecstasy and torture.
“Dylan.” I definitely whined this time, reaching down to grip his wrist with my free hand, pulling, trying to persuade him deeper. Harder. “More, please.”
I nearly cried out when his fingers left me, gathering my other wrist above my head, neatly securing both my arms in one hand. The other trailed back down my body. “I told you I wanted to go slow.”
His head dipped, tongue swirling across the tops of my breasts.
He left sucking kisses across my skin, not enough to mark me, but enough for me to feel the little pulling pulses between my legs.
I tried to squeeze my thighs to ease the pressure there, but his hips rested on mine, holding me in place while he jerked the dress down, exposing my breast. His teeth scraped across the bottom curve, tongue licking in a lazy circle, avoiding my nipple.
Even when I strained, he held fast, keeping me stretched out under him. He’d never physically restrained me like this before, but the more I struggled, the more I realized I liked it . A lot.
I hooked my leg over his to press against his cock. He gave me a warning look, his free hand darting down to press my hip back into the bed.
“I’m trying to go slow,” he growled. Even as he spoke, his chest heaved, hand gathering the fabric of my dress to jerk it even higher. Hungry eyes trailed my body. My core clenched while I writhed in his hold.
His throat worked as he watched me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“I need more,” I whispered, pleaded.
He and squeezed my wrists almost to the point of pain.
Eyes raised and clashed with mine, a storm of lust and raw, masculine need.
“You don’t think I know what you need, Angel?
” His voice was deceptively soft, and didn’t prepare me in any way for how he thrust two fingers inside me, suddenly filling me exactly the way I wanted.
I yelped, straining my hips against his fingers. That slow, gentle exploration was gone. He shoved against me, thumb firm on my clit, maintaining a pressure that built in my throat. I could hardly drag air into my lungs.
“I know exactly what you need. And I know exactly how much you can take.” He demonstrated, hooking his fingers inside, practically melting me into the mattress. My eyes closed, trying to hold the intense pleasure pinging through my veins. I was close. So, so close .
“You know why, Tess?”
A low moan rattled out of my throat when he worked faster, circling harder. He was making a point, proving his mastery of my body with incomparable skill. “I…” I’d lost my words, my breath.
“Tell me,” Dylan demanded, shoving his fingers inside, rocking me closer to the inevitable orgasm that was sparking at the edge of my vision. “How do I know? Why can I make you go crazy like this?”
“Because,” I gasped when his fingers twisted. Close, close, close.
“Tell. Me.” His words lashed, stripping any protections I had left, laying me bare.
“Because I’m yours!” It was a truth I knew down to my bones, the words I knew he wanted. My eyes fluttered open again, just in time to see the triumph flash across his face.
“Mine.”
I barely heard his declaration, especially when he swooped down to pull my nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, teeth teasing the tip with just enough pressure to set me off like a rocket. I gasped and cried as the crest of pleasure washed over me.
Heat shimmered through my blood, flooding every corner of my body. Above me, Dylan grunted, his words a litany of my name and “mine” and “yes, Angel, yes.” I lost myself in it, floating in ecstasy for another moment or two.
His hand tore away with a curse. I blinked my eyes open to see him tearing at his pants, pushing them down his thighs with one hand. His other was still braced above my head, holding me in place .
“Too good, Angel. Fuck, I have to feel you.” His weight settled on me, and I felt him finally, finally , pushing at my entrance, his cock hot and hard.