Page 2 of Disavowed

With infinite care, he stroked every inch of skin he bared. When she was completely naked, he stood back, and his darkened, hungry gaze traveled the length of her body. His jaw tightened. Even the day-old growth of beard couldn’t conceal the masculine angles and planes of his handsome face. “You really are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The heat in his eyes was unmistakable.

Daisy licked her lips and swallowed, the breath she’d been holding leaving in a rush.

He kicked off his boots and knelt on either side of her outstretched legs. Leaning over, he kissed her deeply once again. The barest hint of spicy, musky cologne invaded her senses, and with every breath she drew, she wanted him more.

Needing to touch him again, she tugged his shirt up to get to his bare skin. Corded muscles rippled beneath her fingers, and she dug her nails deeper into his flesh.

Dom rose to his knees and splayed his hands on her breasts, massaging them, kneading her nipples to such tight little buds she wanted to scream from the mounting pleasure. His hands continued a sensual path down her rib cage to her belly. Spreading her thighs, he used his thumbs to part her slick folds. A strangled, whimpering sound escaped from her throat.

Tugging her to the edge of the bed, he kneeled on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders. When he lowered his head to her, she trembled with anticipation.

His mouth was hot and greedy, his tongue pushing inside her, lapping and licking with feral urgency. She groaned and sifted her fingers through his hair. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, how to heighten every one of her body’s responses.

He curled his hands over the tops of her thighs, pulling her tighter against his mouth. Incredible sensations washed over her, almost to the point of torture. She grabbed the bedcovers, fisting them in her hands, thrashing her head from side to side.

The orgasm overtook her, and she arched off the bed, uttering a hoarse scream. Her breath came in gasps, her breasts heaving.

Through half-closed lids, she watched him rise and begin stripping off his clothes. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as the most perfectly formed male body she’d ever seen was revealed.

His chest was broad and powerful, magnificent and bronzed, covered by a thin smattering of hair. Thick biceps and pectorals flexed as he stepped out of his pants, revealing long, heavily muscled legs. When he stood, her gaze took in his perfectly toned abs, his taut, tapered waist, and his very long, very thick, and fully erect penis.

He grabbed a condom from the wallet in his pants pocket and made quick work of sheathing himself. Then he was leaning over her, sucking one of her nipples deep into his mouth. She moaned and clasped the back of his head. His hips settled between her thighs, his erection nudging firmly against her wetness. He shifted, taking her other nipple into his mouth, and she grabbed his ass, bending her legs and dragging her heels along the backs of his thighs.

If he doesn’t get inside me now, I’ll die.

Levering onto his elbows, he touched his hand to her cheek in a gesture so tender her insides melted. “Daisy,” he whispered. “I want to make this good for you. Look at me.” When she did, he raised his hips and guided his erection to her core, pushing inside.

She gasped, momentarily shocked by his size. He paused, his brows drawing together in obvious concern. “More,” she breathed. “Now. Don’t stop.”

The tension in his face eased, and he began a gentle rocking rhythm, pulling out, then pushing in further each time until her tight, wet walls stretched and she gave in to the escalating pleasure.

The weight of his large body on top of hers should have been overwhelming, but it wasn’t. It was wonderful. Perfect.

Worth the risk.

He was thick and hard, thrusting with powerful strokes as their hips came together again and again, pushing her to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm.

“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed into her mouth, then thrust his tongue inside in a kiss so forceful and consuming she could barely breathe. “Tell me you want me,” he said urgently.

“I do. I do want you.” Clawing into his back with her nails, she pressed her chest tighter to his, still unable to get close enough. Wanting him deeper inside her, she locked her legs around his ass and met his quickening thrusts.

His breath was hot against her neck and face, his body trembling. He was holding back, waiting for her to come, she realized. And she did.

White flashes exploded behind her lids as the orgasm rolled through her. She bit down on his thick shoulder to quiet the scream rising in the back of her throat. At the same time, he thrust once more and stilled. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her as he groaned loudly against her neck.

They lay there for several moments, hearts pounding, chests heaving until he rolled onto his back and rested his hand on her thigh.

“That was incredible.” He turned onto his side to face her. “No, it was more than incredible. It was… Shit. I honestly don’t know what that was.”

Daisy could only smile as he stared down at her. Like him, she had no words for what had just passed between them. Except…life altering.

A lock of sandy blond hair fell across his forehead and she reached up to comb it from his face. He clasped her hand, holding it to his lips just before shutting his eyes.

Daisy lost count of how many more times they made love that night. The last things she remembered before falling asleep were the warmth of Dom’s skin beneath her cheek and the wondrous, fervent belief that nothing in her life would ever be the same again.

When the alarm clock blared, Daisy flung out her hand, slapping it into silence. Bright light filtered through the bedroom blinds. She stretched, feeling both sated and wanton, and couldn’t hold back the shit-eating grin forming on her mouth.

Reaching out with her other arm, she felt nothing but cold sheets and froze.