Page 50 of Love Bank
His voice didn’t even seem like his and I wasn’t sure he’d actually formed words. The command was clear, though. He wanted unfettered access to my breasts. Remarkably, a stirring in my gut sparked to life, proving the orgasm hadn’t broken me into a million tiny pieces as previously thought. I squinted, trying to get him in focus. After all, I wanted to see him clearly. See the way his jaw clenched and his neck strained. To know I’d caused him to feel that way, not his own palm.
Bain’s hair was mussed, giving him a lazy look I enjoyed even more than the all-put-together version in his uniform. His gaze left my breasts and lifted to my face, a simple eyebrow quirk telling me I’d better take my bra off quick or he’d do it for me. The rebellious side I’d been cultivating since the goat challenged me at Gabby’s wedding came to life in a way that couldn’t be ignored. I kind of wanted to see what he’d do.
A growl rumbled out of his chest and he dove a hand between my back and the mattress. The next thing I knew, my bra was flying through the air. His finger, still scandalously wet from when it was inside of me, traced down my right breast and circled my nipple. It pebbled faster than a dip in the Pacific in winter. He leaned over me and I lifted a hand to touch his chest, tracing the dragon outline and memorizing the flex of his muscles. If this was my first and only time, I’d enjoy the hell out of it.
Bain batted my hand away after only a few tantalizing seconds. I opened my mouth to argue, but he closed his around my nipple and all words disappeared. I was back in that outer space zone where nothing existed except Bain and me and a whole solar system of sensation.
He let my nipple go with a loud pop, his fingers toying with the other one as he speared me with a heated look I wouldn’t have guessed possible what with his half-closed eyelids. His jaw clenched and I squeezed him between my thighs, overwhelmed and desperate for more. His cock lay right where I needed him. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, so I simply closed them.
“Last chance to tell me to stop.”
Mixed in with the lust that had me panting, was a ribbon of irritation. Which really summed up how I’d felt about Bain since the very beginning. Fitting, actually. Anger flared and my filter was gone.
I opened my eyes and hit him with a frown. “Give me your damn penis already!”
Bain choked, his eyes dancing. “Jesus, woman. I’m trying to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart fluttered dangerously, like she was reading more into his statement than she should have. He was considerate and I appreciated that chivalry, even as I wanted him to hurry up and give me the goods.
“I just really, really want that cock of yours inside me.”
Bain swallowed hard, his eyes heating to a raging inferno. “As you wish.”
He reached back into the bedside table and handled the protection I’d forgotten about. Something about seeing his huge cock sheathed like that did more to rev my engine than seeing it bare. I’d seen hundreds of bare penises in all states of arousal. But a fully erect one, sheathed and ready to plunge into me? This was a first. A glorious, mind-numbing, spine-tingling first.
He notched himself against me and pushed, the small invasion stoking the flames licking up every inch of my skin. I wanted more even as I didn’t actually know if I could.
“Look at me, Lucy,” he gritted out from a clenched jaw.
He pushed in another inch or two. Everything stretched tight, a delicious tension I loved. I tried to keep my heavy eyelids open, wanting to see exactly what he was doing to me, not because he’d ordered it.
“Quit ordering me around,” I muttered. “More, Bain, more.”
He slid in another inch and I hoped he was all the way in. I could handle this, I knew I could.
“Are you kidding me? You’re always orderingmearound.”
He pumped his hips in a quick jerk and slid in even further. Could a woman actually be split in two from a penis far too large to fit? I should have researched this first.
“I am not.” I gripped his dark hair and held tight, enjoying the way he narrowed his eyes at me, even as he pushed inside farther. “Holy hell, Bain, are you in yet?”
He lost the glare and the skin around his eyes crinkled.
“See why I wanted to go slow?” He had the nerve to chuckle. I heard it and felt it everywhere, our two bodies so connected.
“Shut up and do your thing,” I bit out.
He laughed again, the whole bed vibrating from it. He dropped his weight onto me. His fully naked body on top of mine felt like that first bite of chocolate after a long day. I couldn’t really breathe, but that didn’t seem important.
A shot of pleasure spread out from my stomach into the top of my head. If the big oaf would just move instead of laughing at me, this could turn quite enjoyable, I was sure of it. I wasn’t a helpless female. Sure, it was my first time, but I wanted to be an active participant, not a flat pancake underneath him as he laughed. I lifted my head and bit his shoulder, tired of him taking his sweet time.
He popped up onto his elbow, his mouth hanging open. “Did you just bite me?”
“It appears so,” I challenged.
He ran his gaze over my face before a new light entered his eyes. What dragon had I just awakened from slumber?
“Oh, is that how you want to play this, Lucy?”
