He rips the condom open with his teeth.
My eyes follow his movements south straight to his long, thick erection. It’s standing at attention, teasing and tempting me, proving what I know to be a fact, since I’m a doctor—that all humans are not created equally.
There’s no greater evidence of that than Special Agent Micah Emmett.
His tip is engorged, purple, and looks like it’s ready to explode. He never breaks our connection as he fists himself, giving his cock two strong pumps.
I lick my lips.
“Later,” he grits. “That’s definitely happening later.”
I hike a brow at his presumptuousness, but I don’t argue. I can’t say that blow jobs are on my most-loved list of activities, but they might be for the man standing in front of me.
He’s a god among mortals.
He slides the condom onto his cock, and I’m almost sad. I want to feel it against my skin. Touch him, take him in my hand, and feel its strength inside velvety-smooth skin.
He doesn’t waste any time and puts a knee to the bed between my legs and climbs over me.
But what he does next surprises me. He dips a hand under my back and rolls, taking me with him. My legs part and fall on each side of his hips. He flips my bra clasp and it instantly goes slack. “Off with this.”
He pushes me to sit on his abs and my bra falls down my arms. His hands go from my breasts and feel their way down to my hips.
“Up, baby. I want to watch you take every inch of me.”
When I lift to my knees, his fingers come to my sex and dip inside. He fills me with three, and I’m impossibly wet. When he circles my needy clit again, my head falls back. “Yes.”
“You’re greedy,” he says on a smile. “I like that.”
I look down at him beneath me. “You’re generous. That’s new for me.”
He loses the smile and positions himself at my opening. His tip presses at my sex, and I’m not nervous anymore.
I’m anxious. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t wait any longer. His grip on my hips tightens and doesn’t ease me into anything.
He lifts his hips and yanks me down at the same time.
My lips part as my body forms to his.
Quick.
Hard.
And so good.
I take in his expression—his heated gaze is heavy on me. It’s overwhelming.
Everything is overwhelming. Everything is out of my control.
But this.
“Micah.” His name is a breath on my lips. He holds me down on his cock, molding us as one. This man who was a stranger just days ago.
When he bends at the waist, I feel him everywhere. We’re chest to chest, skin to skin, nose to nose. And he’s inside me so deep, it takes my breath away.
His hands part—one dips into my messy hair and the other firm on my ass when he takes my mouth. I cup his jaw in my hands to hold him to me, but he pulls away.