Page 49 of One Bed

Gib swiped his thumb over her bottom lip. ‘You’re so fucking tempting,’ he murmured.

‘Be tempted, Gib.’ Was that really her voice? Low, soft, her words coated with desire? Gib placed his hands on her hips, and his fingertips pushed into her. She placed her open mouth on his collarbone and her tongue slid over his skin.

She wanted him. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she did Gib.

His hand moved to her lower back, and he pulled her closer to him, and her stomach connected with his erection, hard and thick. His eyes, hot and needy, slammed into hers before his mouth covered hers in a kiss that stopped her synapses from firing.

It was hot, wet, warm, desperate… Bea wound her arms around his back and pushed her breasts into his bare chest, needing to push past his skin and muscles, to find herself in the heart of him.

His hands slid up the back of her legs and underneath her shorts to rest on her bare butt cheeks. He pulled away from her, his eyes fever-bright. ‘I think we need to shed some clothes.’

She helped him pull her shorts down, the heat of his hand a contrast to the cool air swirling around her bare thighs and bottom. ‘I like being naked with you, Gib.’

‘Back at you, baby.’

Gib handed her a deep, wet, demanding kiss, and she gripped his thick hair as he plundered her mouth. He approached sex as he did everything else, with complete confidence and skill. Her nipples pebbled and the space between her legs ached. She wanted more, immediately.

Gib yanked her shirt up and tossed it to the floor, before lifting her onto him. He jack-knifed into a sitting position, and it felt completely natural to wind her legs around his hips. This was where she wanted to be, in his arms, where she felt most at home. Her bare core pressed into him, the material of his shorts creating a delicious friction over his steel-hard erection.

She’d never felt both invigorated, turned on and sexy, as well as safe, with anyone but Gib. He, this reticent man, knew exactly how to touch her, what she wanted, how she wanted him. Bea arched back and sighed when his teeth scraped over the cords of her neck, when his lips drifted over her collarbone. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes taking in her small breasts and pebbled nipples. She wished her breasts were bigger, fuller.

‘You’re perfect,’ Gib murmured, alleviating her insecurities with his sexy growl. He lowered his head, pulled her nipple into her mouth and scraped his teeth over its sensitive flesh. So damn good. He switched to her other breast and Bea tipped her head back, floating on sensation.

But, as much as she loved his attention, she needed to touch him, to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. Bea slid off his body and moved off the bed. Standing, she brushed her hands over his chest, over his ridged stomach and knocked his hand away from the band of his shorts. She pulled them down his hips, and he sucked in a breath when her fingers danced up the length of his shaft. Gib was a big guy … everywhere. And she was grateful.

She smiled, enjoying the effect she had on him. Wanting to tease him, she ran her thumbnail from the tip down, loving the sounds of his harsh breathing.

Gib moved to the edge of the bed, swung his legs off, and looked up at her with burning eyes. ‘Stand between my legs,’ he ordered her, his voice rough with need. Bea did as he asked and he skimmed his hands up her sides, over her stomach. His thumb skated across her nipples, and she moved closer, needing his lips on her. Needing his lips everywhere. Bea speared her fingers into his soft hair, loving the way he trailed his mouth across his skin, and teased her before pulling her nipple against the roof of his mouth. She was already completely turned on, and she wanted him now, inside her, filling her, completing her.

‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, about this,’ she murmured when his mouth moved to her sternum, his lips streaking over her skin. She clasped his face in his hands, forcing him to look up at her. She couldn’t believe that his light eyes could radiate such warmth…

Gib pulled Bea onto his lap. Her thighs straddled his and he yanked her close, and her core hit his hard, hot shaft and they both shuddered. Gib lifted his lips to grind against her and Bea saw stars behind her eyes. If he kept doing that, she’d come … right now.

As if knowing she was on the edge. Gib slowed down, his mouth skimming her shoulders, his hands running up and down her back, over her bare butt. Her hands did the same, taking in as much of him as she could, loving the muscles in his back, the bumps of his spine, and the feel of the slight scratch of his chest hair against her breasts. Gib lifted his mouth, covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth in a lazy, lovely kiss. The heat was there, but banked, needing just one spark for it to roar into a blazing inferno.

Gib, using just one arm and a whole lot of core strength, picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. He stood between her legs and dragged his fingers down her, skating over her folds and skimming over her clitoris. Bea moaned and lifted her hips. ‘Gib, please…’ she pleaded. She needed him inside her, filling her, completing her…

‘Not yet.’

Bea sucked in a harsh breath when Gib dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. His clever tongue stroked her, causing her to lift her hips and whimper.

‘Please, Gib.’ She wasn’t the type to beg, but she wanted what only he could give her, as quickly as possible.

Gib’s satisfied chuckle warmed her skin, and he slid a finger inside her, his thumb resting on her clitoris. Ribbons of colour and intensity shot through her, and she managed, just, to demand his kiss. Gib kissed her, sucking her into his mouth as he worked another finger into her, stretching her. But it wasn’t enough, she needed him, all of him…

Bea sat up on her elbows, and her ragged breathing filled the room. ‘Gib, come inside me, please.’

He looked up at her, his face tense, and nodded once, before looming over her, his tip probing her entrance. He muttered a curse and pulled back.

‘What?’ What was he waiting for?

‘Condom,’ Gib muttered.

‘Quickly,’ Bea retorted, her hands streaking over his back, his sides, down his stomach and fisting him. He groaned and jerked away from her to open the drawer of his bedside table. Pulling out a condom – thank God! – he ripped it open, and quickly covered himself before turning back to look at her. He picked a strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. ‘Are you sure about this, Bea?’

Oh, yes. She lifted her hips and shuddered as he positioned himself at her entrance. ‘Very sure. I want you, so much.’

Gib’s eyes held hers and although he didn’t speak, she caught the longing on his face, knew how hard it was for him to slow things down, to make sure they were on the same page, reading from the same book. ‘Make love to me, Gib. Please.’

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