Page 56 of Perfect Imperfections

He placed a knee on the bed, leaning close.

“Wait,” Ellie put her hand on his chest. His bare, hot, hard, deliciously sexy chest. “Don’t you want to finish taking your clothes off?”

“No. First, I want to take care of you and if I take my pants off, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m usually a one and done kind of girl.” She’d heard of women having multiple orgasms, but she’d never experienced them before.

“Now that sounds like a challenge,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the side of her neck.

She moaned in delight, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. “Sullivan, really, you don’t have to—”

“I want to, honey. Please?”

Far be it from her to deny a man who wanted to pleasure her body. She supposed she could always fake the second orgasm. Just so he wouldn’t feel bad.

“Please away.”

He chuckled, the vibrations of his lips against that soft spot behind her ear zinging straight down between her legs.

His mouth traveled down her throat, across her clavicle, and down between her very modest cleavage. Now was usually the point she felt anxious, seeing as how she really had nothing to offer in the chest department, but Sullivan’s hands came up, cupping her breasts, gently massaging them in a way that made her cry out. Normally guys just pulled and tugged, as if boobs were their personal fun bags, but not Sullivan. He squeezed and caressed, listening to her moans and cries, finding out what she liked, what excited her. And that seemed to get him excited, too, if the hard bulge against her stomach was anything to go by.

Just as she thought it couldn’t get any better, his tongue traced a path between her breasts. Encircling first one nipple and then the other through the lace fabric. Her hand flew behind her back as she hastily tried to unclasp the uncomfortable but sexy underwear.

He chuckled. “In a rush, honey?”

Yes, dammit! She’d never been in a rush before, but right now, she felt as if she didn’t feel Sullivan on her bare skin right this very moment she’d explode. He didn’t wait for her answer but reached around to help her get free of the bra, tossing it across the room…somewhere. Who the hell cared where the damn thing went?

“Beautiful,” he murmured before his mouth came down, latching onto her right breast.

She cried out as pleasure assaulted her, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes. Her hips thrust upwards of their own volition, colliding with Sullivan’s hard body. He ground himself against her, allowing her to ride him as the pleasure wave crashed over her.

“Holy….” But she couldn’t finish that sentence because she’d never had an orgasm from simple breast stimulation.

There was nothing simple about that.

True, but now a tiny nugget of guilt wormed its way inside. She didn’t even have her panties off and she’d already come. Not a sex kitten after all.

“One down,” he chuckled against her breasts. “Two to go.”

Two? He had to be joking. All thoughts of joking flew out the window as his hand traveled down her stomach to her hips, pulling her closer as he undulated against her. The movement on her sensitive nerves was almost too much. Pleasure with just the hint of pain. But then she felt his hand slip in between them. His thumb gently rubbed in small soft circles right above her clitoris. Her panties still lay between them, and she suddenly wished she had magic that could make them vanish with a thought. She needed to feel him, feel Sullivan against her skin.

As if he read her mind, his thumb slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. His mouth continued its worship of her breasts as his fingers slid in beneath the black lace. The concentration of feeling on her senses was almost too much. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Sullivan plunged two fingers inside her, continuing with his ministrations on the other parts of her body. In a matter of seconds, she was flying high again. Experiencing her very first multiple orgasm. As she cried out, she heard the faint tear of fabric.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was so deep and rough it sounded like the growl of Benji, their Bengal tiger. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

It dimly registered in her lust-addled brain that he had torn her underwear off her body. Who cared? That scrap of lace masquerading as an undergarment was uncomfortable anyway. Now she lay fully naked—having lost her shoes somewhere on the journey from the door to the bedroom. The time for proving points was over. Because somehow, astoundingly, even though she’d gotten off twice, her body still craved more. It craved him. Sullivan. All of him. And she’d never been good at denying a craving.

“Now, Sullivan!”

“Now,” he agreed, pulling away to shuck off the rest of his clothing.

He grabbed something from the pocket of his jeans as they fell to the floor. A square foil packet. At least one of them still had enough brain cells to remember protection. She certainly had been thinking of nothing but getting Sullivan inside her right now.

He donned the condom, laughing as she reached up to grasp his shoulder and pull him on top of her.

“Eager?”

“Desperate.” Sad to admit? Maybe, but right now, she didn’t care. She wanted Sullivan, and she wanted. Him. Now.

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