The Bachelor's Baby (Bachelor Auction Book 3) (7 page)

A little noise escaped her throat and she leaned closer.

He pivoted so his back was to the counter and pulled her with him, smoothing his hands around to her back and learning the shape of her. Her sweater was duckling soft. His hands slid easily over the warm knit, shaping athletic muscles that flexed in response to his touch. He opened his legs, hitching a bit lower so they were closer in height and her stomach came in firm contact with his aching erection.

With a gasp she pulled away. “Let’s rush,” she breathed.

A sharp laugh cut the back of his throat while his brain could barely grasp a coherent thought. She was wiggling a hand between them, caressing him through his pants, inciting him.

“I’m afraid to get naked with you,” he admitted. “It’ll be over before it starts.”

She smiled under the kiss he tried to land, continuing to caress him while he tightened his hold on her, taking a few more liberties, shaping her hips and up her ribcage so his thumbs nestled in the pocket of heat beneath her breasts.

Really nice breasts. That wasn’t bra padding he felt when he caressed the soft swells. That was all her.

Her breath hitched and she licked into his mouth, nearly undoing him. He turned her into the wall, crowded her with his weight and let her know that she was stoking a very big fire. When he shifted his grip to cradle the firm globes filling his palms, exploring to find the tight points of her nipples and rubbing through the thin cups of her bra, she sobbed a pleasure noise into his mouth and softened all over, accepting him.

Surrendering.

They were rushing big time.

“Meg,” he groaned, wanting to take her on the damned counter. “Are you sure you’re with me? ‘Cause I’m really turned on.”

“I am. This feels so good…” She drew him down for another kiss, feminine fingers playing in his hair so a shiver of pleasure chased down his spine.

He found the bottom of her sweater and dragged it up, over her head and off. Then he released her bra and dropped it away.

She sucked in a breath and a shadow of uncertainty came into her eyes. It was the womanly one that needed reassurance. He always thought it was so odd when women were insecure about their chests. He loved breasts of any size or shape. Why did they ever imagine they wouldn’t measure up? Hers were amazing. He tried to tell her, but something feral gripped him. Something regressive and insatiable that just wanted to possess.

“Beautiful,” he managed, fighting to keep his hands gentle when he wanted to clasp the swells in a firm cage of ownership. Her nipples were a rosy beige, tight and aroused, standing taut against his caress. And each brush of his thumb against them made her twist and whimper in need. He had to lick at them. Had to suck.

Meg let her head fall back against the wall as he bent to capture her nipple with his hot mouth. The dull thud of connecting didn’t hurt. It gave her leverage to arch deeper into the burning pull of his mouth.

While a distant part of her wondered how she was even doing this.

From the moment he’d taken them back onto the road and headed toward his house, she’d been waiting for a shadow of misgiving to show up and warn her that she was being reckless. All she’d felt was an ember of nervous anticipation growing in strength, warming her with gradient levels of heat from the pit of her belly outward. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, so sensitized she thought she’d orgasm from his attention on them alone.

He took his time, savoring with slow licks and gentle sucks, then lightly biting, stopping just short of pain, while pulses of sexual heat throbbed showers of wetness into the ache between her thighs.

“Linc,” she moaned, opening her legs so he could press his hand there.

He caressed her with a deliciously slow and knowledgeable flex of his hand. Then he stroked her thigh, lifting her knee so he could bend his own and let her feel the power of his hips as he pressed them sex to sex and mimicked what he wanted to do to her.

She was so weak she thought she’d faint, but she pushed back with her pelvis, signaling that her body was eager for the thrust of his.

And he watched her while he rocked against her, lashes low and spiky as his green eyes glittered. His face was taut with arousal, flushed and intent. Disconcerting when he was being so flagrant and watching her while he did it, but he was making her feel so good.

“Bed?” she whispered. It seemed a long way away.

He bent his knees and picked her up with firm hands under her butt. She closed her legs around his waist, arms clasping behind his neck, nose to nose, breaths mingling and sex rubbing as he walked them across the short distance.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked when he stopped beside the bed and let her lower her feet to the floor.

“Do you want to know what I want to do to you?” he asked in a throaty grumble that raised all the hairs on her body with anticipation.

He watched her as if he knew that he’d just brought her to a point of acute excitement with a simple, suggestive question. And he left her hanging by working on his shirt buttons.

Meg licked her lips and popped the snap on her jeans, insanely turned on, yet shy. She was already ahead of him in the nudity department.

Not for long, though. He stripped and discarded his clothing without ceremony, planting his bare feet on either side of her socked ones before she’d lowered the fly of her jeans. He was—wow. Turgid and thick, dark and straining with aggression.

Her brow grazed the light sprinkling of hair on his breastbone while her shoulders hitched in a shiver of chilled ecstasy when his hot palms branded her skin.

She circled him with a loose fist, unable to resist taking possession of his ferocious muscle, liking the way he jerked in response to her touch. Her mouth watered. Oral sex wasn’t really her thing, but she had a crazy urge to taste him. Lick and suck and make him wild.

“I want to go down on you,” he said against her temple.

Her breath caught in surprise and she lifted her gaze to the fire in his, a strange, wicked expectancy sluicing through her. “W-what?” she said.

“That’s what I want to do to you. I want to lick you. Make you come hard then get inside you and make you come again. That’s what I want.”

All her breath left her as she took that sensual punch, vision dazzled by sexual excitement.

His hands smoothed beneath the loose waistband of her jeans, easing them down inch by slow inch. He paused to fondle her butt, making her tense and wiggle into his touch and whimper in frustration.

His teeth flashed and he pushed her jeans down all the way, taking her panties with them, leaving her to kick out of them while he swept the blankets back on the bed. Then he was crowding her against the mattress, letting her feel the brush of his hard, well-built body, skin faintly abraded with hair, but so sculpted and intriguing.

“I’m not a prude, but, um, that’s something you work up to, isn’t it?”

“We only have tonight,” he reminded, kissing her in a way that persuaded her to go wherever he led.

Together they lowered diagonally across the bed. His knee went between hers. She pressed her breasts to his chest, met his lips as he kissed her, wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked him with her whole body.

They kissed deeply, settling into the mattress as he pressed half over her. The damp tip of his penis rubbed her thigh and she shifted to invite him, but he slid lower and licked at her nipple.

He wasn’t serious about—

His hand stroked her thigh, pressing her legs open as he rolled between them and slid down to nuzzle her belly and then her mound. It was insanely intimate and she suffered a moment of severe self-consciousness.

Then he tantalized her with his tongue, delicately parting her to his caress. No, he was not a man who rushed his fences. He was downright lethal in his ability to seduce. As he gently learned her trigger points, she began to moan. A few minutes later, she opened her legs for him, gasping in joy when he pressed a finger inside her. Two.

Only tonight, she thought, and let every groan that rose in her release with abandon. She gave him everything, holding nothing back, and came hard.

‡

L
inc used a
light touch to apply the condom, afraid he’d come before he was inside her. His hands were shaking, he was so aroused.

Meg was still flushed, breasts panting, her climax so intense her cries of pleasure had embedded themselves into the bare floors and high ceiling, to be locked in when he finished the house. He wanted to laugh with sheer triumph at making her feel that good. Her eyelids were puffy and low, her smile languid, the arm she lifted to his shoulder as he settled over her welcoming and heavy.

He wanted to make her come again, had said he would, but he was only mortal and she was incredible. So electrifying. All he could think about was pushing into her.

She let him, arching with invitation to his first nudge, allowing him to sink into receptive, taut flesh that clasped deliciously at his length.

Trying to resist the urgent need to climax, he tucked her beneath him and kissed her, wanting her as aroused as he was.

It took a minute. She was sweet and relaxed as she kissed him back, simply enjoying. Imperatives pounded in his blood, but he forced himself to be patient, shifting fractionally so he was as deep inside her as he could possibly be, letting her catch up to his level of need. Running his fingertips on the sensitive underside of her arm, he found her hand and pressed it to the mattress over her head.

Then he kissed all the tender skin he’d exposed, taking his time getting to her nipple and only then letting some of his fierce hunger take over. He sucked hard, feeling her jerk beneath him before he soothed with his tongue.

She restlessly wriggled her hips beneath his, making him smile.

He used his weight to keep her pinned, letting the frustration build for both of them as he kissed her again, deep and hungry. He couldn’t thrust into her with the savagery riding him, but he let her know how badly he wanted to. They parted and crashed their mouths together several times, breaths growing ragged, and finally, finally, she whimpered with need. She was ready.

He pulled away and thrust in, cautious, but deliberate and deep.

Her eyes opened, glittering gaze fixing to his. She was with him again. When he withdrew and sank into her the next time, her nails dug into his upper arms and she pressed her head into the mattress, exposing her throat to him. He wanted to tell her how hot she made him, but his voice wasn’t there. The only words in his head were basic: Want. Have. Mine.

He’d never felt so animalistic. So purely gripped by the need to mate.

She curled her legs around his waist, urged him deeper, harder. Her gasps tore the silence. Her growing noises of pleasure and passion lifted the hairs all over his body. Both of them filled the air with a language of carnal desire. And when the crisis hit, elevating her cries to joyful bliss, he shouted in conquest and bucked hard in an outpouring of primitive ecstasy.

*

Linc left her
and she heard water run in the bathroom.

Meg sat up, so self-conscious she wanted to scramble into her clothes and regain some composure, maybe even bolt, but her exit strategy was limited: call her brother or ask Linc to take her home. And it wasn’t like she really wanted to leave. She just didn’t know how to face Linc after being so
abandoned
.

There must be a freeing aspect to temporary arrangements like this. That must be the appeal. He didn’t know what she was or wasn’t like ‘normally.’ Instinctively knowing that, she’d allowed herself to immerse completely in their lovemaking. It was only one night and even though she had told him she wasn’t a prude, she usually kept a lot to herself. Her thoughts and feelings had always been an inward thing, her behavior during sex really more about not embarrassing herself or giving up too much of her heart.

Maybe the fact that parting was unavoidable had allowed her to show her true colors. In most of her relationships, she held back so she wouldn’t be too invested if rejection happened. Tonight, all her investment was in the physical pleasure they gave each other so she’d wrung every last breath out of it.