Page 56 of Diners, Damsels & Wolves

Laying atop her, he kissed and licked every part of her skin he could reach. His hands moved faster in varying motions. Writhing beneath him, she gripped onto his back for dear life and arched off the bed biting back a scream.

Falling back down, she felt limp. He shifted over her so she was gazing directly into his eyes. His hand moved between them, spreading her open and pushing a finger inside her. She whimpered.

Finding her lips with his, he forced her mouth open, kissing her greedily. He pushed a second finger inside. She could feel his heart racing, his hot skin slick against her own.

“Do you have any—?”

His question was cut off by a moan as she wrapped her fingers around his length, teasing. Seeing him, so tall and strong, come undone on her touches was like a drug. She could easily lose herself watching him contort in pleasure.

“In my drawer,” she said, twisting her wrist as her hands slid up and down his erection.

Reluctantly taking her hands from him, she rotated to rifle through her nightstand. She found the dusty box and tore it open; overwhelmed with gratitude, she decided not to toss it out last week when she was cleaning. Grabbing the foil, she turned back to him.

She made an involuntary and highly indecent noise as he removed his fingers from her. Chuckling, he took the foil and sat up on his knees.

A sliver of moonlight shone through her window. His ginger hair turned a dark maroon in the shadows and a brilliant ochre in the light and his fair skin glowed. Cords of muscle flexed with his every movement. She’d never known a human could be so ethereally beautiful.

Tearing open the foil, he rolled the rubber over himself, then moved to lay over her, taking her mouth in his. Parting her swollen lips, she accepted.

He grabbed the back of her calf, pulling her leg over his hip. Reaching down, she guided him to her entrance. Her breath caught as he pushed inside.

Gripping him, she arched her back and pulled him closer. Rolling his hips, he thrusted into her. She bit his lip as he moved again.

She was intoxicated by him; every inch of her skin tingled and buzzed, every thought, every breath, was consumed with him. Thrusting deeper, he kissed her neck and collarbone. She wanted him closer. She wanted more of him. Everything he could give her in that moment, she would take it.

His hands moved down, gripping her ass. Lifting her off the bed, he sat up on his knees. Wrapping her legs tighter around his hips, she braced herself against the headboard.

She moaned as he set a breakneck rhythm, thrusting deeper and harder. Toes curling, she gasped. Pressure built in her pelvis.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, “Thomas, don’t stop.”

Gripping her tighter, he sped up. Her eyes rolled and she stopped being able to breathe. Eyes half closed, she fumbled for the pillow. Her leg started to shake. The pressure was building, more, more. She was coming undone.

Yanking the pillow over her face, she screamed. Her body convulsed, muscles spasming as she bit into the fluffy case covering her mouth.

Moments later, she heard him grunting with exertion before a strangled gasp left his lips. He held her aloft while he panted through it.

Pulling out slowly, he placed her hips back on the bed. She scooched over to make room for him as he pulled off the rubber. Tying it off, he tossed it in the bin next to the bed. He collapsed at her side.

Clarissa let herself be moved as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. It felt warm, somehow safe, like a piece of her that she didn’t know was missing was now returned. It felt right. And she never wanted it to end.

* * *

The alarm buzzed in her ear. It took her longer than normal to fully wake after turning it off. She groaned. Last night was the most peaceful rest she’d had in … well, she couldn’t honestly remember.

Running a hand over her eyes, she paused. The bed felt warmer than usual, and somehow fuller. Twisting around, her heart skipped a beat. Tom was asleep next to her, completely naked.

All haze of sleep banished from her mind as she screamed internally.

She’d slept with Tom. Instead of thinking with her brain last night, she’d let her hormones rule her actions, and she’d slept with Tom on the second date. Now he was in her bed. Well fuck!

Thirteen

Thomas

Breathing deep, the scent of Clarissa and peonies filled Tom’s nose. Smiling, he reached to pull her in close. His hand found empty sheets.

Danger! his mind screamed at him.