Page 39 of What We Keep
The next few moments were a blur. I tossed my bra to the floor and fumbled to remove my pants. His clothes fell in a rumple along with mine on the floor. He stretched me out on the bed as I trembled with arousal. There was something about him, the way he looked at me, the way I felt as if he savored every inch of me, that nearly undid me.
“Elsa,” he groaned as one of his big palms caressed down my side, his thumb teasing over my nipple briefly before his touch coasted down over my belly, rounding the curve of my hip and down my thighs.
I’d never been a skinny girl, definitely wasn’t now, but he seemed to love it, squeezing my hip and then my thigh as he made a humming sound of appreciation in his throat. His eyes burned into mine for a beat before he dipped his head, his tongue dragging down the side of my neck. Hot kisses dusted over my belly before he teased my nipples with his mouth.
All the while, I whimpered and arched into his touch. He made his way down my body before hooking his hand under one knee and pressing it to the side.
“Sweet Elsa,” he murmured as his fingers teased my dripping wet pussy. “Look at you.”
I dragged my eyes open, and I could have sworn I felt the heat of his gaze on my sex. I clenched in response, my hips shifting restlessly on the bed. I’d never felt so exposed to someone. He blew lightly just before he brought his mouth to my sex, and I felt two fingers sliding in. My hips rocked into his touch as he made love to me with his fingers and his mouth. Everything was tightening, spinning inside, the pleasure rising.
I felt the vibration of him saying something against me just before he circled his tongue around my clit. The graze of his teeth sent sensations streaking through me as he pumped his fingers in once more.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I know you’re almost there.”
Apparently, I could come on his command because I did just that. The tightening reached an almost unbearable point before snapping. I cried out, shuddering all over as I arched into him. He stayed with me as pleasure broke in wave after wave.
I finally sagged in relief. He slowly stretched up beside me, pressing kisses, open and hot, on my neck. When I dragged my eyes open, he gave me a lazy kiss, and I could taste myself on his mouth. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of my climax.
Haven dusted a kiss on the curve where my shoulder met my neck, and I savored the feel of his stubbled cheek. “How are you doing?” he asked.
A giggle slipped out at that. “How am I doing?” I was practically slurring from pleasure.
He lifted his head, a sly gleam in his eyes. “I guess I’m wondering if you’re as useless as I was after what you did to me out there in the kitchen.”
I felt almost boneless, completely sated as I rested on the bed. “Definitely useless. If there was an emergency, I don’t even know if I could move.”
Another kiss, this one in the valley between my breasts. The heat of it radiated through me. Even though I was pretty useless, my nipples perked up, and my pussy clenched.
“We can call it a night,” he murmured.
“Oh, no.” I rolled my head back and forth on the pillow. “I need more.”
His grin sent my belly into a swoop. He rolled over to get off the bed. “I didn’t mean getting off the bed more,” I protested.
“Condom,” he tossed over his shoulder.
Part of me wanted to call out that it wasn’t necessary, but this was fresh, so I held my silence. A moment later, he was back and rolling a condom on. I looked up as one of his knees landed between my thighs.
Sweet hell. Haven Silver was one rugged, sexy man. All muscled, but not in a workout way. He had a dusting of dark hair on his chest and a few scars here and there. I wanted to trace my fingers over them and ask him how he got every single one. But before I could even form another thought, his weight stretched out over me.
I instantly made room for his hips in the cradle of mine. My breath sucked in when he notched his thick crown at my entrance.
“Are you still ready for more?” His subtle tease was in contrast to his gaze, which was intense and serious.
“I always want more with you,” I whispered.
He shifted carefully, reaching for both of my hands and stretching them out above my head. On the heels of a breath, he slowly filled me, seating himself deeply. I let out something between a moan and a whimper and curled my legs around his hips.
When his eyes locked with mine, I couldn’t look away. He held still, and I felt myself pulsing around him. The next span of time was a blur.
I was lost in his gaze and the sensation of him surging into me again and again to the soundtrack of our ragged breathing. Both of us were chasing another release. Everything was a tangle of sensation.
The subtle prickle of his hair on my breasts. The way his muscles flexed with his motion. His hands gripping mine. Through it all, I felt completely vulnerable and split wide open, but safe.
He adjusted the angle of his hips and reached between us with one of his hands, teasing over my hypersensitive nub. Yet again, pleasure exploded. This time, my orgasm was deeper and slower, a vibration under the surface that rocked me all the way through. I barely recognized the sound of me calling his name and holding on tight as my name came in a ragged breath on his lips.
Moments later, he rolled us over, and I rested against him. It felt as if I’d been through a storm, my body exhausted from it. My head curled on his chest, and I listened to his heart thumping and gradually slowing.
