“On your back,” he specified, his eyes sweeping my frame hungrily as I complied.
I looked up at his gorgeous brown torso, ripped with muscle and painted in beautiful color as he licked his full lips. I wouldn’t ever get used to how breathtaking he was. Not in a million years.
“Please,” I pleaded quietly. I needed him to touch me in the worst way.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked quietly.
“You, always you,” I panted, feeling desperate.
He crawled up over my body, his large frame hovering over mine, and pressed himself in-between my legs. Even that small gesture could have sent me over the edge I was so worked up. He thrust against my core a few times; his lips traveling over my mouth, my neck, and finally my bra-covered breast.
He seemed to lose some control then because he sat up on his haunches, pulling my panties off in a swift tug and pulling my bra down to expose my breasts. His pants and boxers soon followed and my eyes took in his naked frame hungrily.
“Flip over,” he commanded, his tone sending a shiver of delicious anticipation through me.
I obeyed, rolling to my hands and knees, eyeing him over my shoulder.
“That’s a damn good view,” he growled appreciatively, eyeing my ass in the air.
He swept a hand through my gathering wetness. I was so damned turned on, and he’d barely even done anything.
“You ready for me already?” he asked, although he knew the answer.
“Holy hell, yes,” I practically groaned.
His large hands took my hips, pulling my entire body back toward the end of the bed and from his standing position he lined up and slammed inside me.
I fought the urge to scream. It felt so good, so overwhelming.
“That’s right, take me,” he grunted, pulling out and slamming back into me again. His hands kept my hips in his grip as he pulled me back into him with ferocity.
I felt it build almost immediately.
“Get there. I’m close,” he told me through panting breaths.
“I’m there,” I cried out as my orgasm swept through me with a roaring force, nearly knocking me flat to my stomach.
He groaned seconds later, collapsing on top of my back. I let myself sink into the mattress. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me.
He rolled off me far too soon, taking me with him so we were a tangle of limbs and heat. His hand swept through my hair in a reverent caress.
“Okay?” he asked. He always did when he was a little rough.
“Great,” I nodded, my fingers tracing patterns over his skin.
“I got some slow and sweet in me, too,” his deep voice murmured.
I looked up at him with a grin. “Slow and sweet, huh?” I cocked a brow, my skin already heating at the thought.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his hand sweeping the curve of my hip and grabbing my ass in a tight squeeze. “Gonna take you again, baby,” he declared.
“I think I can handle that,” I agreed with a slow smile.
It was late afternoon by the time we came up for air. “I gotta get ready for work,” I said quietly. We were lying side by side, facing each other. His hair was wonderfully tousled from my fingers and a day’s worth of whiskers stood out on his chin. There was nothing I wanted more than to stay tangled up with Sal, cozy in bed all night. He reached over and tucked my hair behind my shoulder, his eyes peaceful and warm as they regarded me.
“Hank’ll post up at the bar. Come back here after your shift, okay?” he asked, his thumb moving to briefly touch my lower lip.
I thought about that, and as much as I wanted to do exactly that, I didn’t want us to fall back into our old pattern. We’d spent nearly every night together right off the bat before, and clearly it hadn’t worked out so well. Despite the current situation with the club, I still wanted to handle us with caution.