Then he rammed in deep and stayed there. He leaned across her body and whispered, “Problem?” directly in her ear.
God. That voice. The heat and weight of his body. The scent of his skin. The man could screw up her senses just by existing.
“Aurora?” he murmured.
“Why are you going so slow?”
He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Because it’s f**kin’ hot watching my c**k driving in and out of you. Seeing it covered in your sweet juices, knowing what I’m doin’ to you is makin’ you hot. Makin’ you wet.”
“Dalton—”
“When it’s you and me together like this? Baby, you come first. Always.”
“So if I make myself come?”
His mouth brushed her ear. “Then I’ll f**k you like a goddamned jackhammer until you come again.”
“You are so bossy. Lucky for you I like this sexual beast side of you.”
His growl reverberated from her ear straight to her clit.
“Stay like this. With your body on mine and your mouth doing—” she wailed when his teeth nipped the arc of her shoulder, “—that. Yes.”
“Touch yourself.”
With her body caged beneath his, impaled by his, her pleasure points throbbed from the wicked things that mouth of his was doing and the rapid stroking of her finger on her clit. Didn’t take much for Rory to come. She gasped as the pulses started, scrambling her brain, leaving her breathless.
Then Dalton was making good on his promise to f**k her with hard, grinding thrusts. His hips hammering. His c**k relentless. A hot steel rod as he drove them both to the edge of oblivion.
He grunted and his body tightened above hers.
Rory felt his c**k jerking inside her. She bore down on it, milking him so strongly that another orgasm rolled through her.
Dalton stopped moving. He pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her head. Then he pulled out before he turned her over.
Their eyes met. He said, “Fuck, woman, you own me,” and kissed her. And kept kissing her. And touching her.
Lost in the sensual haze, Rory buried her face in his neck and sighed.
“You tired?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm. You wore me out.”
He seemed content with that. He continued to mess with her hair. Brushing it from her face. Running his fingers through the long strands. Wrapping it around his palm. While his mouth teased her skin and the heat from his body warmed her.
“Every part of you is so perfect.” He nuzzled the back of her head. “Perfect,” he repeated. “I can’t get enough of you. And jungle girl, I need to know if that’s gonna be a problem for you.”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“Now that we’ve started this—” his warm breath floated across her nape,“—there’s no goin’ back. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, now that you’re finally mine.”
Mine? “Dalton—”
“I ain’t gonna lie. I was obsessed with you before this. And now…” He placed a soft kiss below her ear. “I want you again. And again. And again. Maybe you should rest while you can.”
She laughed. But part of her knew Dalton wasn’t joking.
Chapter Thirteen
Dalton awoke to feel Rory’s instep sliding up and down the inside of his calf. Her skin was so smooth. His was so rough. She must’ve liked the sensation because she kept doing it.
No sunshine peeked through the blinds. The world beyond this bed would be cold and bleak. Filled with that colorless wintery gray light.
But in here…he had the warmth of Rory’s body against his. He saw the creamy color of her flesh against the white sheets. Her silken hair teased his skin. Her scent both stirred and soothed him.
Yes, in this bed, he had everything he’d ever wanted.
So he’d be happy to lie here with her all day.
Rory raised her arm above her head and arched her body into a long stretch. “I like this snuggly side of you, Dalton.”
“That right?”
“Uh-huh. It’s unexpected.” Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck. “But I really liked the f**k-me-until-I-screamed side of you too.”
He chuckled. “Good to know.”
She wiggled her backside into his groin. “Is that for me, or just morning wood?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“Ooh. A challenge. Let’s see if you’re up for it.” Rory rolled her hips and ground her ass into his cock. All the while running her foot up and down his leg and keeping her hand on the back of his neck.
Goddamn she was sexy as f**k first thing in the morning.
“Aurora,” he murmured beside her ear. “If you don’t wanna start this day out with a bang, you’d better stop givin’ me a horizontal lap dance.”
“Lap dance?” She let loose an evil little chuckle. “Another time. But I do want you to bang me like a drum, McKay. Right now.”
“Bend forward for a sec.”
Dalton reached behind him until his fingers connected with the strip of condoms on the nightstand. He tore one off and managed to roll it on with one hand.
She started to back into him.
He stilled her movement. His mouth connected with the sweep of her neck. “I f**king love your nails digging into me. Stay like that and grab the headboard with your other hand.”
“Is that your way of warning me to hold on?”
“It’s my way of telling you to do what I ask.” He slipped his left arm under her as she reached up.
Spooned against him, with both her arms above her head, Rory was completely accessible to whatever he wanted to do to her. He ran the tips of his fingers from the inside of her elbow down to the outside of her knee.
She shivered.
He kept the caresses lazy, but thorough. He loved the softness of her body and how, as he heated her up, that supple skin released its own sweet musk. On the next pass he tasted the long line of her neck from behind her ear to the ball of her shoulder.
Rory angled her head, giving him complete access.
That tiny sign of surrender made him growl with pure male satisfaction.
“You’re acting so patient and then you make that noise…” She shivered. “It’s hot.”
Dalton cupped her breast with his other hand and gently rolled her nipple the same time his mouth found her ear. His lips followed the outline to the lobe where his teeth took over.
“How can you do so many things at once?” she asked breathlessly. “Feels like you have two sets of hands on me… Oh, yeah, I like that.”