me scream.”
He took his hand away, skimming out of his shorts and lifting her onto his lap. She fisted his shaft, guiding the tip of his erection into position, stroking her thumb under the velvety rim. His hips bucked upward. He began sliding into her, inch by slow inch, hot and hard and thick. She sucked in a sharp breath, afraid she might pass out from the pleasure of it.
Instantly, he stopped. His hands braced her, supporting her weight on his forearms, his fingers digging into her buttocks. “You OK? Because this has got to be good for us both, not just me.”
Having sex with a giant had its drawbacks. Physically she only had as much control as he gave her, and right now she did not want him to stop.
“Oh, it’s good,” she assured him. “And if you’ll let me do things my way, it will get even better.”
“Big talk, Dr. Babe,” he teased, easing his full length inside her. His thumbs roamed her belly, trailing fire in their wake.
“Are you disappointed so far?” she panted, more intent now on actions than words. She rose on her knees ever so slightly, then settled again, taking him deeper. Her inner muscles clenched, adjusting to the feel and the fit of him.
His eyes glittered at her in the darkness. “Not even a little.”
He thrust upward, again, then again, establishing a rhythm until she shuddered, unable to hold back any longer. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. He arched his back, lifting his hips off the sofa. His hands slid to her breasts and he groaned as he spilled inside her.
She collapsed on his chest with them still connected, limp with spent pleasure and more satisfied than she could have believed possible. They were both breathing hard. She could feel his heart pounding, and the rise and fall of his rib cage beneath her. The world settled back into place.
If this was what being brave and talking dirty earned her, then she was all for it.
“That,” Kale said slowly, the husky, raw words rolling over her head in the darkness, “was an experiment that bears repeating.” The rough pads of his fingertips mapped the length of her spine, a languorous and sensual caress that had her shivering with rekindled need within seconds. His voice deepened. “I believe I owe you a few compliments, Dr. Babe.”
Chapter Seven
Best night of his life.
The spare bedroom was gloomy in the gray light of dawn. A light rainfall pattered against the steel roof and on the ground outside the open window. They’d stumbled into his room after the first round of sex, with him carrying her in his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist.
He watched her face as she slept, nestled against him in a double bed that was far too small for a man of his size, but right now suited him perfectly. She had one bare leg pressed between his thighs. Her hand was trapped against his ribs by the weight of his arm, her fingers curled into a tiny ball. She was using the crook of his elbow as a pillow and he could feel her breath against his throat every time she exhaled.
He snagged a damp tendril of hair off her face with the tip of a finger. She murmured in her sleep, her freckled nose crinkling as it did whenever she was irritated, in a way that made her look so freaking pretty. She snuggled in closer, all naked and warm. Her dark lashes fluttered but she didn’t wake. She felt like a priceless piece of art in his arms. He was afraid if he moved she might break, although she’d already proved that was unlikely to happen.
He would never have believed the woman he’d first met—the Dr. Glasov who’d been so uptight and nervous around him—could turn out to be so broad-minded and demanding in bed. She’d been tentative at first, true enough, but as soon as she’d figured out he’d go along with whatever she wanted without being judgy, she’d turned into someone different entirely.
And the dirty talk… Another total surprise. He’d never have imagined a clinical recitation of body parts could be
He took his hand away, skimming out of his shorts and lifting her onto his lap. She fisted his shaft, guiding the tip of his erection into position, stroking her thumb under the velvety rim. His hips bucked upward. He began sliding into her, inch by slow inch, hot and hard and thick. She sucked in a sharp breath, afraid she might pass out from the pleasure of it.
Instantly, he stopped. His hands braced her, supporting her weight on his forearms, his fingers digging into her buttocks. “You OK? Because this has got to be good for us both, not just me.”
Having sex with a giant had its drawbacks. Physically she only had as much control as he gave her, and right now she did not want him to stop.
“Oh, it’s good,” she assured him. “And if you’ll let me do things my way, it will get even better.”
“Big talk, Dr. Babe,” he teased, easing his full length inside her. His thumbs roamed her belly, trailing fire in their wake.
“Are you disappointed so far?” she panted, more intent now on actions than words. She rose on her knees ever so slightly, then settled again, taking him deeper. Her inner muscles clenched, adjusting to the feel and the fit of him.
His eyes glittered at her in the darkness. “Not even a little.”
He thrust upward, again, then again, establishing a rhythm until she shuddered, unable to hold back any longer. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. He arched his back, lifting his hips off the sofa. His hands slid to her breasts and he groaned as he spilled inside her.
She collapsed on his chest with them still connected, limp with spent pleasure and more satisfied than she could have believed possible. They were both breathing hard. She could feel his heart pounding, and the rise and fall of his rib cage beneath her. The world settled back into place.
If this was what being brave and talking dirty earned her, then she was all for it.
“That,” Kale said slowly, the husky, raw words rolling over her head in the darkness, “was an experiment that bears repeating.” The rough pads of his fingertips mapped the length of her spine, a languorous and sensual caress that had her shivering with rekindled need within seconds. His voice deepened. “I believe I owe you a few compliments, Dr. Babe.”
Chapter Seven
Best night of his life.
The spare bedroom was gloomy in the gray light of dawn. A light rainfall pattered against the steel roof and on the ground outside the open window. They’d stumbled into his room after the first round of sex, with him carrying her in his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist.
He watched her face as she slept, nestled against him in a double bed that was far too small for a man of his size, but right now suited him perfectly. She had one bare leg pressed between his thighs. Her hand was trapped against his ribs by the weight of his arm, her fingers curled into a tiny ball. She was using the crook of his elbow as a pillow and he could feel her breath against his throat every time she exhaled.
He snagged a damp tendril of hair off her face with the tip of a finger. She murmured in her sleep, her freckled nose crinkling as it did whenever she was irritated, in a way that made her look so freaking pretty. She snuggled in closer, all naked and warm. Her dark lashes fluttered but she didn’t wake. She felt like a priceless piece of art in his arms. He was afraid if he moved she might break, although she’d already proved that was unlikely to happen.
He would never have believed the woman he’d first met—the Dr. Glasov who’d been so uptight and nervous around him—could turn out to be so broad-minded and demanding in bed. She’d been tentative at first, true enough, but as soon as she’d figured out he’d go along with whatever she wanted without being judgy, she’d turned into someone different entirely.
And the dirty talk… Another total surprise. He’d never have imagined a clinical recitation of body parts could be
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