“Can you just . . . kiss me through this. I feel better when you kiss me.”

I’m too nervous for him to go down on me the first time.

“Okay.” He smiles against my lips. “I can do that, baby.”

The thing is, I know he’s a player and has probably slept with more people than I even know . . . but this feels special.

He watches as his fingers work my body, the perfect pressure, the perfect depth.

I’m writhing beneath him, begging for more. “Now,” I whimper. “I need more, now.”

He holds himself at the base and rubs his tip through my lips. “Condom,” I whisper.

“Really?” He frowns.

“I’m not on the pill, unless you want a baby?”

“Fuck no.” He bounces out of bed in one minute flat and shuffles through the overnight bag. He comes back and kneels on the bed. I watch as he rolls one on, and then he crawls over me and lies between my legs. Our kisses turn desperate, and my hands roam up and down over his muscular back.

Damn it, he’s perfect.

He pushes forward and is met with resistance.

Ow.

He kisses me deeper and pushes forward again. The stretch burns.

“Ahhhh,” I whimper.

“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’m here.” He bites my neck. “Relax. Let me in.”

I nod. I’m trying, I really am, but fucking hell . . . what kind of dick is this?

A big one.

His kiss turns frantic, and I know that he’s grappling with control. His breathing is labored as he tries to hold himself back.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, and he drives me into the mattress. Searing pain racks me, and I whimper.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m in.” I feel him smile against my neck. “I’m in, baby.” He kisses me. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot this is, Grumps?”

I giggle. “What . . . that I’m tight?”

“You’re tighter than tight.” He smiles darkly. “Fucking perfect.” He lifts my leg up to his chest and turns his head and kisses my ankle with an open mouth.

“Careful,” I warn him.

His eyes flicker with fire, and goose bumps scatter up my spine. He slowly circles one way and then the other to try to loosen me up. “I need you to relax for me,” he whispers. I thrash beneath him, the burn so good. “Hayden,” he says, bringing me back to the moment. “Look at me.”

I drag my eyes to his.

“Relax or I’m going to hurt you. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“You need to tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I’m okay.”

With our eyes locked, he pulls out and slides back in. I stretch wide.

Oh god . . . so, so good.

I’ve never been fucked like this.

He slides back in, and I get a rush of moisture and loosen up a little. “That’s it,” he coaches me. “Good girl, just like that.”

His husky voice does things to me, and I open my legs to the mattress, granting him full access. His eyes roll back in his head as his strong arms hold his body up off mine. He spreads his knees so he can ride me better, and I rise to the challenge. We go slow for a while. Measured and gentle pumps, and each time he pulls out, I get a little braver.

My body begins to lift off the bed to meet him, and he moans as his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck . . . so good.” He pants as we get rougher and rougher.

Soon we are hard at it. The bed is hitting the wall, and I can see nothing but stars.

I can hardly breathe, it’s so good.

“Hayden,” he moans. “Oh . . . I’m going to come.” He moans. “So fucking hard.”

Hearing his husky, aroused voice does things to me, and my body contracts as I spiral out of control, headfirst into a killer orgasm. “Ahhh,” I cry out.

“Fuck.” He moans as he slams into me, hard and piston fast, and then he holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk as he comes deep inside my body.

We kiss as we move together, completely emptying our bodies, and he drops his head to my chest. Our skin is wet with perspiration as we pant. I feel him smile.

So close, so perfect.

I stare up at the ceiling, horrified.

I’m going to need a moment.

Chapter 16

I drag my eyes open to see big brown eyes. Christopher is lying on his side and leaning up onto his elbow, watching me.

I frown. “What are you doing?”

“Admiring the view.” He smiles and leans over and kisses me. “Good morning.”

“Hmm, morning,” I grumble with my eyes closed. Why is he so perky this early?

I begin to doze again, and I can feel he’s still watching me, and I open one eye. Yep . . . sure enough, still staring. “Go back to sleep.”

“I’m hungry.”

It’s too early for this shit. I roll over and put my back to him. “Raid the minibar.”

“No.”

I ignore him.

“Let’s go out to breakfast.” He taps me on the shoulder with his finger.

I shrug him off. “Don’t.”

He does it again and again until he’s doing it continually.

“Why are you so annoying?”

“I’m fucking starving over here.”

“You are not starving, Christopher. We ate last night.”

“I didn’t eat much.”

“Well, that’s your stupid fault.” I try to continue sleeping.

“No, it’s your fault,” he replies.

“How is it my fault?”

“I didn’t eat much all day yesterday because I was nervous.”

I smile into my pillow. He leans over me and pulls me back into his arms, his lips on my temple. “Feed me.”

“Let me sleep for half an hour.”

“No.” He rolls me over onto my back and pulls my top leg over his body, and he gently runs his fingertips over the lips of my sex. “How are your particulars this morning?”

I smirk. “Particulars?”

“At my service”—he taps my sex—“and ready for duty?”

“Absolutely not.” I close my legs. “My particulars are annihilated and in no shape for war.”

He chuckles. “Wimp.” He bends and kisses me there. “What if I kiss it better?”

I smile. “No.”

“Okay, I’ll settle for second prize.”

“What’s second prize?”

“A breakfast date.”

“Hmm.” My eyes are still closed. “Why don’t you go and practice your wanking in the shower like a good boy?”

“No more wanking.” He bends and bites me on the behind. “I have my very own sex doll now.” He bites me again. “And she fucks like a demon.”

“You’re about to see how demonic she can be,” I reply dryly.

He rolls me over onto my back and holds my arms over my head and looks down at me. “After we eat, we can do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”

His dark hair hangs over his face. His big brown eyes are playful and full of fun.

I smile up at him. “I had a wonderful night last night.”

He kisses me softly, and I feel him harden up against me. “Me too.”

“Does that thing ever go down?”

“Occasionally.” He smiles as he kisses me again.

I can’t have sex. I’m seriously sore.

“Aren’t we going out for breakfast?” I ask.

“Yes, but now I’m hungry for something else.” He licks my lips, and I feel it all the way down there.