"Holy shit, this kitchen," she said. "Like the damn Taj Mahal. Well, that might be an exaggeration, and that's only because I've never been to the Taj Mahal." She walked back out.
I took hold of her hand and pulled her into my arms. "So, beer?"
Her brown eyes were dark like chocolate as she peered up at me with a teasing smile. "There's only one thing I want from you right now, Mr. Wilde, and it doesn't come in a can."
She wrapped her arms around my neck. I scooped her up by the ass, and she wrapped her long legs around me. My mouth devoured hers as I carried her down the hallway to my room. I kicked the door open farther. Out of the side of my eye I glimpsed the mess I'd left in my room. Dirty clothes and socks and my work boots, still covered in grit, dotted the floor.
She lowered her feet and landed on a pair of dirty jeans.
"Confession time. I'm a slob," I said.
She glanced around and laughed. "Yes, yes you are."
I kicked a path to the bed free of clothes and shoes. "In my defense, I wasn't expecting the night to go like this."
"Like what?" she asked softly. Her voice was deep with the same need I was feeling.
I pulled her back into my arms. "Like I'd won the fucking lotto." My mouth covered hers as my hands fumbled with the buttons on her pants. I was usually a solid clothes remover, but this was Rachel. My usual confidence had deserted me. I didn't want to mess up.
She mewled in pleasure as I pushed her jeans and panties down. I dropped to my knees. She rested her hands on my shoulders, and I helped her take off her shoes, then I slid her pants and panties down to her ankles and she stepped free of them. I looked up and stared at her half naked form. She was thin and muscular like an athlete, and she was fucking hot as hell.
I groaned in anticipation. "Fuck, Ray, you steal my breath." Like earlier, at her apartment, she tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed my face against her pussy. She spread her feet wide, so I could stroke her clit with my tongue. My hands wrapped around her tight ass, and I pushed her hot mound harder against my mouth.
Her satisfied moans, soft and silky, rained down on my head as I licked and teased her clit with my teeth. My hand swept down behind and between her legs. She cried out as my finger pushed into her. Her fingers tangled farther into my hair, and she held my mouth hard against her as I brought her to climax. Her body shuddered, and her pussy clenched hot and tight around my hands and mouth.
Her knees weakened, and she tugged at me to stand. I pushed to my feet. She dropped down onto my bed and pulled off her sweater. She was down to just a silky blue bra. She stretched back on the bed. I gazed down at her hungrily as I yanked off myshirt and jeans. My cock sprang free. "You could make me cum just lying there like that, baby."
I straddled her and stared down at her long fingers as they wrapped around my erection. She started moving her hand up and down the shaft. I grabbed her wrist. "I'm already so fucking close, baby." I reached over and grabbed a condom from my nightstand.
She giggled. "Called that one, didn't I?"
I smiled as I rolled on the condom. "What can I say? I believe in always being prepared." The joking ended, and a serious quiet fell between us as I lowered my body over hers.
She reached up and touched my face. "Don't you dare break my heart, Ronan Wilde."
Her thighs fell open as I settled between them. I lowered my mouth to hers. "You've already broken mine." I pushed into her, and the physical sensations went way past my cock. My entire body ached with the thought of being inside her. I wanted to bury myself there forever.
Rachel lifted her long legs and wrapped them around my waist. She gripped me tightly with her strong legs as I plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. My mouth devoured hers as I pumped into her slick pussy. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she squeezed me even tighter between her legs.
"Oh, Ronan, fuck yes!" she cried out. Her nails dug deeper as her entire body tightened beneath me. Her pussy clamped around me, milking me to orgasm.
A growl rolled up from my throat, and my body jerked in waves of pleasure. I collapsed down over her, rolled to my side and carried her with me. She tucked herself against me as if her body was sculpted to fit perfectly and snuggly in my arms.
"That did not disappoint." She kissed my chest. "Somehow I knew it wouldn't."
"Glad you were confident cuz I was as nervous as a kid about to take his driving test."
She laughed and looked up at me. "You weren't nervous."
"Right. I'll keep telling myself that, too."
She peeled herself away from me, so we could stare at each other across the pillows. "I would bet my meager diner salary that you have never been nervous around a woman, any woman, ever in your—" She squinted. "Thirty?"
"Twenty-nine."
"I'm twenty-eight. Now back to the highly fabricated notion that you were somehow nervous about making love to me."
"First time it's ever happened to me. Which says a lot more about you than it does about me." I reached up and drew the backs of my knuckles down the side of her cheek. Her long lashes fluttered closed for a second, then she opened her big brown eyes.