Page 306 of Primal Bonds

She lifted a shoulder, let it drop. “It’s just…so much.” Which was the truth.

“Too much?” He curled up to cup her face, his gaze searching hers. “Just say the word and I’ll stop. You want to go home?”

“No!” She clutched his shoulders. “I want this. So much.”

He brushed his lips over hers, slow and sweet. “You sure?”

She gave a vigorous nod.

“Okay, then.” His mouth nudged hers open, deepening the kiss. His tongue touched inside, teasing her, taking her deeper step by step until she was making low sounds of arousal in her throat.

He ended the kiss and lay back down, looking up at her with heated eyes while his hands played over her body, toying with her nipples, shaping her waist, her hips. Between their bodies, his cock pressed against her sex without entering her. She reached down and adjusted it so she could slide back and forth on its slick length.

His breath hissed in.

She felt an unfamiliar, very feminine sense of power. At least she wasn’t alone in this neediness.

Setting her fingertips on his abdomen, she undulated her hips, pleasuring them both. He caught her hair in his hand, tugged her head back.

Craving contracted her womb, hot and liquid. “Adric.”

“Ric.” He rose up to kiss the side of her neck. “My friends call me Ric.”

“Ric,” she obediently repeated.

A sexy growl against her throat. “Lift up a little.”

When she obeyed, he wet his thumb in her juices and then swirled it around her clit. The work-roughened pad made her suck in a breath. It aroused, and yet hurt.

And then the two mixed together, and she moaned.

His smile was feral, sharp-toothed. “That’s it. Come for me, love.”

He used the hand in her hair to control her, keeping her body stretched taut, her pussy rubbing against the edge of his erection, that erotically rough thumb on her clit. She had her own hands on her breasts now, both soothing her own ache and seducing him with an age-old instinct.

He muttered something dark and gave her hair a firm tug. Sensation rocketed down her spine.

“Come for me.” A soft command.

She inhaled raggedly. He rolled her clit between his thumb and finger and the pleasure exploded through her. She moaned and let it take her, riding the waves as they crashed through her, over her, lifting her up and stealing her breath until she was wrung out and gasping.

She let out a slow exhale and hung over him, limp and satiated.

“Beautiful.” He curled his hand around her nape, drew her close for a hard kiss.

Between their bodies, his erection pulsed. She slid a hand down to caress him.

His eyes sparked hotly into hers, but he set a hand on her wrist. “You’re not too sore?”

Her heart constricted. He was being so considerate, even though he was hard as steel, his erection pulsating beneath her fingers.

“A little,” she admitted, her gaze on his cock. It was smooth and a little sticky from her juices. She ran a thumb over the wide, flushed head, and he groaned.

But he continued, “If it’s too much, we don’t—”

She curved her fingers around him and squeezed, halting him in mid-sentence. “I’m fine,” she said, and lifted off him long enough to grab one of the little blue packets. She ripped it open with her teeth and worked the condom down over him.

When she was done, he lifted her by the hips so she was poised over him, and then paused. “You do it. Take me inside you.”