Page 50 of Pick Yourself Up
She managed a shaky laugh. “You too, sexy man. Hurry.”
Gray growled, then yanked at his laces. When he stood to kick off his boots, she watched him stretch up. All those muscles flexing and bunching.
She forgot all about her boots when his hands moved to his jeans. He shoved them down his hips and kicked them off, leaving him in black boxer-briefs that highlighted the erection straining the material.
She reached out and cupped him, running her fingers over the soft material. He groaned. “Holy hell, Amber. I’m about to lose my shit here and you’re still wearing boots.”
When she laughed, he squatted down and took care of her boots for her. Then he kissed her until she was flat on her back on the bed.
His hands moved to her hips. “Lift.”
She lifted her hips, and he slid the jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them until she was bare.
Gray rose to his full height and his eyes trailed over her body. His expression made her feel beautiful and desired.
Loved.
He shucked his briefs and then reached for his jeans, probably for a condom. She pointed at the nightstand. “There are some in there.”
That feral grin returned. “I love that you’re prepared. That you want this as much as I do.”
“I do. Hurry, Gray.”
But he didn’t. Eyes locked on hers, he ripped open a condom and slid it on, making her want to do it the next time. His erection pulsed, and she reached again. Her touch had him pulsing in her grip and she tightened her hands.
With a deep groan, Gray dropped his head. “Can we do that next time? I’m not going to last with you making me crazy like that.”
She liked the sound of that, but he groaned again and then lowered his hands to pick her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Then he dropped on top of her, keeping his weight on the arms he braced on either side of her.
Their mouths crashed together and her body revved even higher. How was it possible to go higher?
The kiss turned desperate in the space of a heartbeat. Hands turned greedy, and soon she was panting. “Now, Gray, now.”
He shifted and pushed into her slowly. So slowly.
The pressure built with each movement, and she clutched him closer.
When he was fully seated inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder and sucked in deep breaths. Having this strong, sexy, wonderful man as out of control as she was felt incredible.
He lifted his head and locked his gaze on hers.
Slowly, he pulled back, then thrust forward. Deeper. Again and again until her heart expanded.
Eyes locked on hers, he changed the pace, varied the rhythm until she wasn’t aware of anything other than him.
When the thrusts became deeper, harder, more desperate, he kissed her again. “Together, Amber. Together.”
Her body reacted to the gruff order, and she felt the orgasm building like a lightning bolt.
When she burst into flames, he shouted her name and flamed with her.
Gray had never had sex like that.
He’d thought he’d had good sex before—even excellent sex.
He’d been wrong.
One time with Amber had blown his mind. Maybe it was having his heart involved. Maybe it was just her.
