Page 10 of Love Like Lightning

Gianna

I see him considering what to do, and the last thing I want is for him to hold back. I’m not jumping feet first into a one-night stand to not get the full experience.

Deciding to follow the instinct I had a couple of minutes ago, I slide my hand back behind his head again and grip the longer part of his hair tightly enough that he notices. I watch as his eyes go wide again, pupils blown, and his mouth drops open slightly.

“I don’t know if I like that you know that I like that.” His words come out breathy, almost strained, like he’s been sprinting a couple of miles.

“I like knowing what you like. Don’t you want to know what I like?” I don’t recognize myself when I ask the question. It comes out way more sexual than anything I’d ever say in real life. My entire body burns under his gaze, and I’m half a second from hopping down from my perch on his hips when he responds.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he practically growls at me, his arms flexing around me and squeezing me tight.

“Ditto.” My fingers loosen, and I drag my nails lightly against his scalp.

“For the record, the hair thing? No one’s ever done that before.” He starts moving toward the bed. “I like it a lot.” He drops me, and I bounce once before sinking into the lush bedding.

When Henry looks down at me, he’s not smiling anymore. Instead, he’s looking at me with an intensity I’ve never seen in a man I’m about to have sex with. He’s looking at me like I’m his favorite meal and he’s about to devour me.

I’ve never really considered it before, but I might just like being devoured.

I watch as he toes off his shoes, removes his socks, and slowly pulls down his sweatpants. His every movement is sure, and when he’s standing at the foot of the bed in only dark boxer briefs, he looks confident.

And so, so hot.

His body isn’t sculpted like some Greek God. He’s not carved from marble.

He’s solid. Muscle peeks through in the slight definition of his abs and rounded biceps. He looks strong as hell. My eyes skim past the device that he said checks his blood sugar. If he says not to worry about it, I’m definitely not going to waste any brain space on it right now.

“Good?” He checks in before he joins me on the bed.

“Of course,” I say, leaning up on my elbows.

“Mind if I join you?” His lips kick up into a small grin, and that dimple makes an appearance.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Just like that, he climbs onto the bed and settles over me. His body covers mine, but he suspends himself over me, so he doesn’t crush me. Before I can doubt myself, I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him into a kiss.

The moment our lips meet, he unleashes everything he’s been holding back. Sucking on my bottom lip, he bites down just hard enough to pull a gasp from me, leaving me open and wanting.

He slides his tongue against mine, gentle but firm. The heat of him surrounding me almost overwhelms me, but I pull him closer. Henry maneuvers his body against mine, and my legs drop open around his hips, leaving his leg pressed against my center.

His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once. He’s touching me, but not where I need him, and when he starts rocking his leg against my pussy, I almost scream.

We’re both breathing hard, and I bite down on my lip in an effort to stay quiet. His lips trail down my neck and over the curve of my breasts before coming back to my lips.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs against my lips. The bottom one is still trapped between my teeth. He stops everything he’s doing and removes the pressure he’s been putting against my core.

This time, I let out a frustrated grunt. “What? Nothing! What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

“Are you trying to be quiet?” His eyes are burning when I finally open mine.

“No.” I start to crawl back inside myself, shutting him out. I didn’t think I was, but maybe I am. This isn’t the first time that a guy has commented on my noise level in bed. Although the last time it happened, the guy said I was being too loud, and he couldn’t get into it. The idea that one comment made that one time has affected the way I behave during sex has me pissed off and feeling like I could crawl out of my skin.

Before I can untangle myself from Henry physically, he leans down and pulls me into a punishing kiss.

Shocked, I soften against him. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and works me over until I’m practically melting into the bed.

Then he pulls back just far enough to look me in the eye. “I think you might be trying to be quiet. If I’m wrong, ignore me. But trust me when I say that the little moans that sneak through, the whimpers…they’re making me hard as hell.” He shifts slightly, so his erection is pressing against me instead of his leg.

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