Shaken to his core, he couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “Stay the night with me. Hell, stay the week, the month…the year. Just stay with me.”
Zoe stared at him through wet lashes and swallowed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not in her wildest fantasies would Christian say those words to her. She had prepared herself for that reality.
“I-I,” she stammered, wincing as he pulled out of her. Turning away from him, she smoothed down her dress. When she glanced up, he had taken off his shirt. “What are you doing?”
Giving her a wicked smile, he let his pants fall to the floor and pushed down his boxer-briefs. “Told you I have several condoms.” Lifting off his mask, he threw it on a nearby table.
Good Lord, he was even more beautiful without clothes on. All lean muscles and tall, with wide shoulders and a very fine butt. She couldn’t stop staring at him.
Making herself stop ogling him, she said, “So you’re serious?”
“I never joke about protection,” he said with a wink. He walked to the door, locked it and turned the lights out. She just could make out his silhouette in the darkness.
“No…about staying with you,” she said softly. “Are you serious about that?”
“For the first time in my life. Although, if you’d prefer, I’ll let you use me for sex.” He came to her then, unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. She moved to roll down her stockings. “Leave those on. But you can lose the shoes.”
After removing everything but her stockings, she took a deep breath and untied her gold mask. “Can you see me?”
“Not really. Shall I turn on the lights by the bed?”
He chuckled, then laced his fingers though hers, bringing their joined hands to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. “Eventually you will have to show me that very lovely face of yours.”
“What if my face isn’t lovely?” She’d always been comfortable with what she looked like-the girl next door. Nothing to inspire lust or for someone to write odes about. But his standard had to be much higher with the life he led. Something that would disappoint her greatly if true. “What if I’m just a plain Jane?”
“To me, you are beautiful.” He caressed her cheek. “Please believe me when I say that your looks don’t matter. I don’t care if the entire world thinks you don’t meet their standard of beauty, because you’ve already met mine.”
Weak in the knees, she used her free hand to prop herself against the wall. She believed him, dear Lord, she did. She had to. He sounded so sincere, so unrehearsed. “Tomorrow then.”
“Ah, so you’ll stay with me.”
He led her to the bed, then swung her up in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the mattress. Moving between her thighs, he kissed her ni**les. “Last chance to leave before I ravish you again.”
She laughed until he wrapped his hot mouth around one of her ni**les and sucked. Moaning, she arched her back and he slid his arm under her, bringing her closer. “More.”
“I’m already hard for you again.” His erection slid against her inner thigh, then against where she still throbbed and ached for him. He moved his arm out from under her and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her clit.
Almost immediately she grew wetter. “That feels—”
“So bloody good,” he finished. “Turn over.”
Burying her face in the closest pillow as she followed his instructions, she trembled in anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to kiss her shoulders, then worked his way down her back, nipping and licking at her skin. He kissed her butt, which made her giggle when she thought those exact words, then he made her claw at the bedcovers when he raked his teeth across the backs of her knees.
Spreading her legs, he eased one long finger inside of her. Despite the soreness, she pressed back. His breathing grew heavier as he added another finger, scissoring them inside of her and hitting a spot so sensitive that she cried out.
She could hear the smug smile in his voice as he said, “That’s it, love. Now lift your hips for me.”
“I want…I need,” she panted as she rose on her hands and knees. Swearing, he removed his fingers, taking away what she knew to be the beginning of another mind-blowing orgasm. “Wait—don’t—”
The head of his c**k pushing inside her silenced her protest. He teased her with shallow thrusts, his muscular arms planted alongside her head in the mattress. “You don’t want this inside of you?” he asked, thrusting deep and making her whimper.
She was so damn sore and yet he felt so good.
Withdrawing, he said, “Answer me, love.”
“Yes,” she said, pressing back. She was rewarded with another hard thrust. This position was even better than the first; he felt so different this way. So…Suddenly, she panicked and tried to scramble away from him. “Did you put on a condom?”
He held her tight against him, his c**k firmly inside of her. “Feel for yourself.” Letting her hand slid down to where they were joined, she felt the ridge of latex at the bottom. “Better?”
She nodded, her heart pounding in her ears.
“Brilliant. Now, back to f**king you properly.” He moved his hands to cup her br**sts, teasing and pinching her ni**les as he drove himself deep inside of her. One hand drifted lower to her mound, sliding between her lips to rub her clit. “Am I a novelty for you? Something a bored—”
“No,” she said, “I wanted you the first time I saw you.”
“Know the feeling, love.” Lifting her up, he sat back and brought her with him, stretching her sore muscles. “Do you like this?”
Moaning, she rolled her hips. “You?”
Pushing her back down on the mattress, he pressed his hand on the small of her back. “Prefer this position.” Then he grabbed a hip and began to thrust inside of her hard and deep, until she screamed his name. Vaguely, she heard him call out her name, then he slumped over her. “Am I too heavy?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she panted, “I’m too blissed out to move.”
Rolling to his side, he took her with him. His large hand caressed her from shoulder to hip as her heart slowly returned to normal. “When can I see you again? I need location and time.”
She smiled, pushing her hair out of her face. “I thought we were spending the night together?”