Page 63 of Dark Terror
He put his mouth back next to her ear. “I’m going to make you come apart, and when you do, I want to hear you scream my name.”
“I don’t scream.”
That earned her a chuckle. “We’ll see.” He trailed his hands down her back until he reached her waist, then spread his fingers over her hips and rocked against her.
Her breath hitched at the feel of his erection against her belly. She let her hands slide down his chest and over his ribs, exploring the muscles and planes of his upper body. She trailed her fingers over his ridged abdomen, and she paused there, letting her thumbs the grooves of his sex lines. From there she moved to the middle of his stomach, to the arrow of hair pointing to the treasure hidden by his sweatpants.
“Off,” she demanded, tugging on the waistband.
“Have at it,” he rumbled into her ear.
Permission granted, she pushed the pants over his lean hips and down his legs. Freed from its confines, his erection stood proud and beautiful. Everything about this man was beautiful, and she suddenly felt shy, wondering what a guy as confident and gorgeous as Gabe Calder saw in her. She had a mirror and knew she was considered attractive, but she’d led a sheltered life filled with loss, and didn’t have his confidence and worldliness. Would her lack of experience be a disappointment to him?
“You’re thinking too hard, Cara mine.”
“I am,” she whispered.
“Have I told you that I’ve wanted you since I first met you?”
Not giving her time to answer, his mouth found hers again, his kiss hot and demanding. He swept his tongue into her mouth, stroking it against hers. With his possessive kisses and the heat of his erection pressed along the skin of her stomach, whatever doubts she’d had flew out of her mind. She whimpered, which brought an answering growl from him.
He turned them, pulling her down on the bed with him. Spread over his body, she lowered her mouth to one of his nipples and swirled her tongue around it. His grunt told her that he liked that, so she licked her way to the other one, nipping at it this time.
“Equal time,” he said, putting his hands under her arms and pulling her up until her breasts were at his lips. He sucked one into his mouth as he reached between them, finding her sex, already wet and aching for him. He stroked her with his clever fingers, making her come in only minutes.
“Gabe,” she rasped as the breath left her lungs and her heart pounded against her ribs. She’d never climaxed that fast, and she vaguely wondered if he had magic in his fingertips.
“That was hot as hell. When you come, your cheeks flush a pretty pink and the gold flecks in your eyes shimmer like stardust.”
“He’s a poet,” she murmured with her mouth pressed against his chest. He’d rendered her boneless in zero to sixty seconds.
He laughed. “My sexy librarian is an amazing muse.” He flipped them, and supporting himself on his elbows, he stared down at her. “I need to be in you now. It’s going to be hard and fast, but we have all night. And Cara, I’m going to explore and taste every inch of you before we’re done.” He gave her a sexy smirk. “Be warned, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name. And maybe not even then.”
“I don’t scream.” She said it to be contrary, but she had a feeling that he’d be able to make true his vow before he was done with her.
“Mm-hmm,” he said in a tone that implied she amused him. He rolled away and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms. Taking out one, he tore it open with his teeth.
He watched her watching him roll it on, and there was something so intimate and sensual in seeing him sheath himself. A slow half smile curved one side of his mouth, and she could see in his eyes that he was fully aware of what he was doing to her. And even that was sexy, that he somehow knew how much she wanted him.
“You put naughty thoughts in my mind, Cara. I hope to hell you’re ready for me.”
She’d been ready for him since the first time he’d said her name in that sexy way he had. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
“You have a smart mouth. I like that.” He grinned as he swung a leg over her, put his hand on her breast, and made lazy circles around her nipple with his thumb. “Let’s make some magic, okay?”
“Yes, please.”
He trailed his fingers down to her hip, moved his body over hers, settled between her thighs, and stared into her eyes as he slid into her. When he was embedded deep inside her, he stilled and hissed out a breath.
“I’ve never understood before how this feels like coming home, but I get it now.” He made a push-pull stroke and then eased back into her. “Forgive me if this first time happens fast, but you feel so damn good and I don’t seem to have any control where you’re concerned. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
A man had never claimed to lose control because of her, much less said that she felt like home to him, and she soaked up his words, ones she would treasure forever. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and squeezed, encouraging him to take her however he needed to.
“Show me what you got,” she said.
And there was his heart-stopping grin. “My pleasure, Cara. All my pleasure.”
He thrust into her again and again, urgently, as if his last breath depended on his need for her. She watched his face, saw his green eyes grow dark and heavy and hooded. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck.
