Easton's Claim (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 3) (15 page)

Before she could talk herself out of it, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Blood roared in her ears as a wave of cool air washed over her skin, hardening her nipples even more. A soft glow lit the darkness, coming from the living room. She followed it, her heart pounding.

When she reached the entryway to the living room, she stopped. Easton had lit a candle in the lantern on the center of the coffee table, giving the room a warm, romantic feel. A tremulous smile curved her lips as she watched him blow out the match he held.

He caught sight of her and turned, his eyes widening as he took in the pretty slip she wore. “Whoa,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving her. Heat licked over her skin as he raked his gaze down the length of her body from head to toe and back.

She fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself, tried to disregard the terrible vulnerability of standing there before him like this, bare toes curling against the floorboards.

Then he advanced a step toward her, still staring at her with that hot, sexual gaze, and she began to fidget with the hem of the slip. His expression softened as he came to her. She swallowed, forced herself to move forward instead of backing away.

Erasing the remaining distance between them with a few strides, he stopped before her to curve his hands around her upper arms. “You’re so gorgeous.”

She could barely breathe and her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he must be able to hear it. “Thanks,” she whispered.

He tilted his head, a disarming grin curving his lips. “Hey. You’re not nervous, are you?”

A wheezy laugh escaped her. “I’m
so
nervous.”

His warm brown eyes searched hers, a caress that resonated deep inside her. “With me?”

“Especially with you.” No one had ever mattered to her the way he did. Not even Greg, and the admission made her wince inside. “I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’ve wanted you for months now—”

“Wait,” he said, clearly shocked. “Months?”

She nodded. “Since the last day I saw you. Maybe a little before, I don’t know exactly when I started to see you differently.”

Tenderness filled his gaze and he groaned softly. “I’m so damn glad you did,” he said, then kissed her.

Need and desire sizzled through her veins. His hands came up to frame her face as he deepened the kiss, and the stroke of his tongue against hers set something free inside her. More. She needed more.

She slid her fingers into his hair and pressed against the lean, hard length of him, igniting a throb between her thighs. She reveled in the taste of him, his strength as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close.

A shudder wracked her and her skin felt too tight, over sensitized. This man had turned her entire universe on its head, and being off-balance had never felt so good.

Craving the feel of his bare skin, she skimmed her hands down to slide them under the hem of his shirt. He released her long enough to reach back and grab a fistful of his shirt, then dragged it over his head and dropped it.

Piper stared, her mouth going dry as her heart thudded in her ears. The candlelight gilded every plane and hollow of his torso, highlighting the swells of the defined muscles of his chest, arms and stomach. So strong, but he always used that strength to protect and defend, had always been there for her. How had she not seen that before?

She flattened her hands on his pectorals, traced the powerful curves with her palms, need stirring low in her gut at his indrawn breath and the way his nipples tightened beneath her touch. She stroked and petted, memorizing the feel of him as she let her lips follow in the wake of her hands, her tongue flicking out to taste his hot skin.

“Bedroom,” he rasped out, keeping a firm hold on her as he walked her backward a few steps, then grabbed her bottom and hauled her into the air. She squeaked and wrapped her legs around him, bringing her mound against the hard length of his erection.

“You smell so damn good,” he growled, nipping at her lower lip as he carried her through the darkened kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom. Soft moonlight shone through the window beside the king-size bed, allowing her to see the hunger on his face.

He leaned over the bed and lowered her onto the covers but she refused to let him go, pulling him down on top of her. A plaintive moan slipped free at the feel of his hard weight pressing her down into the mattress, the thin chemise riding up to her hips. His body was the only thing anchoring her while the rest of the world spun and her heart pounded.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” she whispered.

“Mmm, me too.” Easton kissed her jaw and laved his tongue against the side of her throat, his beard prickling gently as his hands cupped her breasts through the satin. She arched and released his head to tug the straps down over her shoulders, impatient for him to ease the ache in her breasts and between her legs.

A low groan eased from his chest as her breasts were revealed, her nipples tightening under the heat in his gaze. His big hands cupped them, his thumbs brushing over the centers, making her squirm and grab the back of his neck to drag him closer. He obliged, balancing his weight on one arm to lean down and take one into his mouth.

Heat flooded her. She gasped and pushed against his mouth, couldn’t hold back a soft cry as he sucked and swirled his tongue over the sensitive points. The muscles in her belly began to quiver, her brain struggling to process that this was Easton holding her. Easton pinning her to the bed and setting her body on fire.

Shifting restlessly beneath him, she closed her eyes and let the sensation build as he switched to the other breast and slid the chemise over her hips and down her legs until she was completely naked. She lay there before him, breathing fast, her entire body alive and desperate to find out what he’d do next.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, cupping the side of her face as his mouth slanted across hers in a hot, intense kiss.

She wasn’t beautiful but she didn’t argue because she couldn’t speak. The hunger had her now. A burning ache in her core that demanded satisfaction. It had been well over a year since she’d felt a man’s hands on her body. Longer than that since she’d actually enjoyed sex. With Easton, she knew it would be hot and explosive. It terrified and exhilarated her all at once.

His hands were warm and sure as they moved over her naked body, tracing the shape of her, everything so much more intense than she’d ever imagined. He was giving her back her confidence, her sexuality, one touch at a time. In his arms she felt safe, worshipped and adored. The pulse between her legs was almost painful now, her sex wet and swollen and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

She stopped breathing when he slid a big hand down over her stomach to oh-so-slowly cup her mound. She groaned and lifted her hips, increasing the pressure, a silent demand for more.

Easton released her sensitive nipple and nuzzled his way down to meet his hand. His fingers slid over her slick folds, bringing thousands of nerve endings to life a moment before the warmth of his tongue stroked over her center.

“Ahh,” she cried, twisting beneath him, her hands gripping his head.

He made a low sound of enjoyment as he licked at the throbbing bud of her clit, his tongue moving in a soft, slow spiral that had her eyes rolling back. His hot palms curved around the insides of her thighs, spreading them wider before closing around her hips in a firm grip that made her belly flip.

She lay there, trapped, whimpering as he licked and sucked where she needed him most. Her legs shook, the muscles in her stomach pulling tight as the tension inside her rose sharply.

As if he sensed how close she was, he stopped. She opened her eyes, a protest on her tongue but stopped and watched him strip off his jeans and underwear. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on before moving between her legs, his eyes smoldering with lust.

Desperate to touch him, she reached out and curled her hand around the thick, hot length of his erection. Easton sucked in a breath through his nose and stilled, the muscles in his abdomen and chest standing out in sharp relief. He allowed her to stroke him a few times, then made a low sound in the back of his throat and grasped her wrist to stop her.

He grabbed her hips, pulled. “Turn over.”

Dazed, more excited than she’d ever been in her life, she did as he said, rolling to her hands and knees. He tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it beneath her stomach, paused to smooth his palm down the length of her spine, over the curve of her bottom.

“So gorgeous,” he whispered, kissing the curve of her shoulder. He tucked himself against her, the rigid line of his cock rubbing along her folds from behind. She bit her lip and pushed backward, wanting more, and earned a deep chuckle. “You ready for me, sweetness?”

She loved it when he called her that, his voice like dark velvet, sending goose bumps scattering over her skin.
Yes.
Beyond the ability to speak, she nodded and licked her lips, bracing her weight on her forearms. Her core clenched with the need to be filled, her entire body throbbing.

One big hand curled around her hip, holding her still. Again, the dominant grip shot another burst of arousal through her. Then the head of his cock pressed against her opening and his other hand slipped around to cup her mound, his finger sliding over her swollen clit. She shuddered at the dual sensations, the pressure and heat as he surged forward, stretching and filling her, easing the empty ache.

A soft, plaintive whimper came from her throat. She grabbed hold of the covers and held on, tried to breathe as the sensation threatened to splinter her apart.

“Oh fuck, you’re so hot and tight,” Easton moaned, his lips at the tender skin below her ear. A shiver rippled through her, then the hand on her hip shifted and skimmed up her body to cup her jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low, reverent.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked across the room and noticed their reflection in the large mirror atop the dresser. She caught her breath, transfixed at the picture they made.

Moonlight highlighted their bodies in beautiful strokes of silver and blue, mixing with the dark shadows.

Easton’s muscular arms bunched as they surrounded her, his powerful body poised behind her. His gaze was locked on her, and the absorbed look on his face as he watched her made her insides melt. He was one-hundred percent engrossed in her, his hold so protective, focused completely on giving her pleasure.

She shivered again and automatically rocked back toward him. The feel of his erection sliding along her sensitive inner walls combined with the slow, wicked stroke of his finger over her clit. Everything in her softened, heated, surrendering to the pleasure he wrought. She trembled in his grasp, helpless under the lash of sensation, wanting more.

Still holding her jaw and her gaze, Easton growled softly and drew his hips back slightly, then surged forward. Her eyes snapped shut as he stroked over a magical spot inside her, making her see stars.

Piper moaned helplessly and rocked faster, fighting his grip, needing more of that incredible friction. He was so hot inside her, so hard, and his touch on her clit so perfect.

“Mmhmm, just like that,” he whispered, his voice taut with need. He released her jaw and wrapped his arm around her ribs, anchoring her in place, and let her take what she wanted. What she needed. “So good, work that sweet spot with my cock,” he rasped against the side of her neck.

Those dirty words, spoken in that dark, sexy voice, dragged a shudder out of her. Then his tongue stroked against her throat as he slid one hand up to cup her breast, fingers squeezing and tugging on her nipple. Streamers of fire shot through her body.

Oh my God…

The rise of pleasure was unbelievable, almost too much. She squeezed her eyes closed, her mouth opening as a desperate cry of need broke free. Her senses were overwhelmed with the knowledge that it was Easton touching her, Easton making her shiver and tingle all over.

Her body took over. She was nothing but pure instinct as she rocked back and forth, driving him deep inside her, using him to stroke that hidden glow inside her. His low, passion-roughened voice spoke against her ear, driving her to the edge.

The bright silver wire of sensation inside her snapped free, and she bucked as sweet oblivion took her. Desperate sobs of ecstasy echoed in her ears as her release tore through her, leaving her shattered and reborn in Easton’s arms.

He’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in his entire life as Piper letting go in his arms. A thousand times more perfect than his most vivid fantasy.

Easton gritted his teeth and tried to think of something—anything—that would distract him from the feel of being buried deep in Piper’s slick heat. He’d fought like hell to make sure he outlasted her, needing to ensure she reached orgasm before he did. Without question that had been the best, most intense sex he’d ever had, and he hadn’t even come yet.

When he did, he had a feeling it would destroy him, and he wanted to be looking into her face as it happened.

His breathing was rough and fast as he eased his grip on her hip, let go of the sheet he’d fisted and slowly withdrew from her body. Sweat stood out on his forehead, each square millimeter of friction sheer torture until he pulled free.

She moaned in protest, opened her eyes a little and reached back for him. He was way past the ability to speak at the moment so rather than verbally reassure her, he gently rolled her onto her back and braced himself above her, taking a moment to smooth the hair back from her face with an unsteady hand.

She sighed and looked up at him with such trust that his heart clenched. Her eyes were drowsy, her expression satisfied. He’d put that look there. He’d made her writhe and cry out from the pleasure of his touch, made her come so hard she was too tired to move.

In the quiet with that soft, trusting look on her face, Piper raised a hand to cradle the side of his. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her palm, took a deep, shuddering breath as the need to come faded. He’d imagined this moment thousands of times and he’d be damned if he rushed through it.