“After today, I’m willing to take a few risks.”
Hell, he couldn’t blame her for that.
But Connor hadn’t had unprotected sex since he was a teenager. It went against his personal code. If Shanti had been any other woman, there’s no way he would even have considered it. But she wasn’t like any of them.
He slid a finger inside her, got it good and wet, then stroked her clit. “Tell me what feels good.”
She reached down, adjusting the pressure, showing him just how she liked it, her nails biting into his skin when he got it right. “Just … like ...that.”
God, she was a wet dream, a fantasy come to life—beautiful, responsive, sexy as fuck. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to make her scream. He wanted to give her all the pleasure she could take.
Her eyes were closed now, her brow furrowed, her lips parted, every exhale a little whimper. One of her hands had come to rest on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. “Inside … me …please.”
He slid two fingers into her and went for her G-spot, fucking her with his fingers, his thumb now busy with her clit. Shanti moaned, her head rolling on her pillow, dark hair spilling across her face. He could tell she was close, so close, her whimpers spurring him on. He lowered his mouth to a dusky nipple once again and suckled.
She came with a cry, bliss shining on her face, her inner muscles clenching hard around his fingers, making him ache to have his cock inside her.
He kept up the rhythm, waited until her orgasm had passed, then settled himself between her parted thighs, holding himself above her so he could see her face.
She opened her eyes, gave him a sexy smile that he felt all the way to his balls.
His gaze locked with hers. “Are you sure you want this?”
She slid her hands up his chest. “God, yes.”
Still floatingfrom one of the most intense orgasms of her life, Shanti watched Connor’s face as he entered her with a single, slow thrust, his expression one of pleasure mingled with sexual need. She couldn’t help but moan as he filled her, stretched her, buried himself inside her, his cock thick and hard.
“God, you’re tight.” He held himself still inside her, kissed her, gave her a moment to get used to him, his blue eyes dark. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this without a condom. I forgot how incredible it feels.”
She let her hands explore him, some feminine part of her thrilled by the rock-hard feel of him. “Your body is so different from mine.”
He chuckled. “Thank God for that.”
He began to move, slowly at first, taking his time.
Oh, it felt good—that slow stroke, that deep stretch. Then again, just watching him as he rocked into her turned her on, the muscles of his belly contracting, his biceps and shoulders tense from holding himself above her.
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster.
Excitement shimmered through her to see the effect she had on him. In the short time she’d known him, he’d always been in control of himself, even on the helicopter, his rage just a tool. But she could see his control fraying a little more with each thrust.
His breathing was faster now, his lips parted, his muscles tight, sweat beading on his chest. Then he stopped, opened his eyes, an expression like pain on his face. “God, Shanti, you feelsogood.”
Then he drew a deep, slow breath, as if willing his body to relax, his control returning. He adjusted his hips, levering himself upward. When he thrust again, the base of his cock grazed her clit, the sweet shock of it making her gasp.
“Oh, what are you …?”
“I want this to be good for you, too.”
She’d never had multiple orgasms before, but she didn’t tell him that, mostly because she couldn’t think. She held onto his shoulders, the tension inside her building once more, thrust upon thrust, untilshewas the one about to lose control, her body hovering on the shimmering crest of a second climax. “Connor.”
Pleasure washed through her, pure and golden. He stayed with her, keeping up the rhythm until the last ripples of bliss had passed. Then he shifted his hips once again and thrust himself into her, driving deep and hard and fast, his body drawing tight.
He pulled out with a groan, Shanti reaching down to finish him, his cock jerking in her hand as he came on her belly. He collapsed onto one elbow beside her, breathing hard, his chest glistening with sweat. “Holy fuck.”
He wiped her clean with the gauze she’d use for her bath, then stretched out on the bed beside her and took her into his arms, the way he looked at her making her feel like the only woman in the world.
“I’ve never done that before,” she managed to say, exhaustion overtaking her.