Page 26 of Hot Cross Buns

Chapter Eleven

Maisy

Any insecurities I might have had about Malachi seeing me naked were soundly squashed when he dove onto the bed like an Olympic swimmer, absolute determination stamped all over his perfect face. It was the expression of a man who definitely appreciated what he saw.

His body was warm and heavy, covering mine from neck to knees in an instant, his hot, hard thighs pressing in between mine, nudging them open. I thought he was going to kiss me again, and I closed my eyes on instinct, opening my mouth to greedily accept his searching tongue.

But no kiss came.

The weight of his body disappeared and I opened my eyes, more than a little grumpy he hadn’t given me what I wanted. I opened my mouth to complain, but my sassy retort died as he pushed my thighs open with his hands and buried his face between them, licking a trail first along the left, then the right.

“Malachi.” Embarrassed at how weak I sounded, I covered my blushing face with my hands.

“Hm?” I felt the murmur of his reply against my skin, and it sent chills across my body.

“What are you doing?”

What was he doing? Even a virgin would know what he was doing, and I was far from that.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked between licks. “You’re just so perfect. Fuck, I can’t help myself. And you taste so…”

Fuck me. He disappeared again, this time going right for the goodies. There was no controlling my hips. They did whatever the hell they wanted. And what they wanted to do was rise up, meet his face, and keep us glued together while heate me like holiday dessert.

Malachi was a grown man—with a grown man appetite.

I couldn’t keep my hands still. I curled my fingers in his hair and tugged. Up, down, wherever I felt I wanted him to be. And he responded immediately. Like he was made for giving me this pleasure. Like his only desire in that moment was using his mouth in exactly the right way, right where I needed him.

I’d never had someone pay such close attention to me in bed before, and we’d just started.

The restless feeling started in my toes, little sparks and bits of electricity zipping up to meet the place where Malachi’s body worked against mine.

Too soon. He was too good at it, and I was going to orgasm too soon.

I didn’t want to go this way. Not for the first time with Malachi.

I tugged his hair until he raised his head, his eyes hooded and a little glazed over.

“Malachi, come here.”

“In a minute.” His fingers bit deeper into my thighs, keeping them open when I might have clamped them shut.

“But I want you inside me.”

Absolute stillness. Malachi’s body went rock hard, arm muscles straining to keep his chest elevated on the bed, his face hovering over my hips, like he couldn’t decide whether to stay where he was, or respond to my request.

But his eyes were brilliant. No longer glazed over with passion, they blazed up at me with laser focus.

“What else do you want me to do to you?”

Oh, so he definitely liked a woman who spoke up in the bedroom. That much was abundantly clear. I’d finally seen him—all of him while we were arguing about my robe, and it forcibly reminded me of why tourists called this placePeen Isle. Word was the locals were all well-endowed, but it was more of a snarky joke or a funny gimmick. I didn’t actually believe something so absurd.

Until I saw Malachi standing completely naked in front of me and realized the rumors were not only true, but he was damn royalty. And as much as I enjoyed him paying homage to my queenly body down below, I ached to have him inside me. To see if I could take the entire length of him, to feel him rocking against me and know I was giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me.

“I want to ride you till you beg me to stop.”

Holy shit, did that just come out of my mouth?

I’d never seen a man move so fast in my life. To do anything. First, he was crouching between my legs, then he was flat, with his back to the mattress, arms reaching over to pluck me like a flower and place me straddled over his hips.

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