Rex by Beth Michele

for her neck, sucking on the skin there, wanting to leave my mark.
    When we reach the table, I set her down. She pushes everything off—books, papers, candles, and any other girly shit that was on there—then leans back against it. Topless, with just those sexy shorts, she eyes me as I reach down and slide my shirt off, strolling over my tattoo. I tilt my head to the side, crossing my arms over my chest and shaking my head.
    “What?” Her lips quirk up at the corners.
    “It’s just that you’re so unexpected.”
    “Is that good?” she questions as I close the gap between us, pushing her silky waves away from those stunning eyes.
    “Yeah, it’s real good.” Our eyes meet and hold for what seems like an overpowering minute before I lower my thumb to her nipple, rolling over the hardened peak. She reaches out a slender finger and traces the lines of my eagle tattoo, skimming my chest with her nails.
    “Hmm,” she murmurs, as I continue playing with her nipple. “I like how rough your finger feels.” She looks down at it, then back up to me. Her eyes are clouded with lust but I see something else there, something I didn’t see when we first met.
    A spark.
    I see hope.
    An unfamiliar tingling sweeps over me and I quickly brush it off. I can see whatever I like, but when it comes down to it, there’s no hope for me.
    “Hey.” The sound of her voice brings me back to reality, where I need to stay. “You okay?”
    “I will be once you’re spread open on the table.”
    Her tongue does a slow waltz across that full bottom lip before she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and slides them down, taking her panties with them. Hands behind her on the table, she hops up and reclines back, her body like a fucking temple and I intend to cherish every inch of it.
    Without taking my eyes from hers, I remove my jeans and boxers, my cock firmly pointed in her direction. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she drops back on the table, spreading her legs for me and crooking a finger, urging me closer.
    My only thought right now—life is fucking great.
    I snag a condom from the wallet in my jeans, then stalk toward her. Each footstep feels like an eternity because I want inside her so badly. When her hand flies over her stomach, moving toward her pussy, I have to stop her.
    “No. I won’t last if you do that, and I want to be inside you too much right now. Let’s save that for another time,” I say smugly, and I’m rewarded with a cat-like grin as she opens her legs even more for me.
    Jesus.
    After rolling on the condom, I climb over her body, holding myself up on my elbows. My hand disappears between us, and I run my finger lightly over her slit, coated with her arousal. I hiss a breath through my teeth at how drenched she is, something primal going off inside of me that makes me want to bang on my chest. I did this to her.
    “Rex,” she purrs, making my cock harden even more. “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard.”
    “You want it rough?” The heated spark in her gaze is the only response I need. “Then hold on for the ride, baby,” I say, and something flashes in her eyes as she smiles back at me. It makes me hesitate for just a beat, before I put it out of my head. “Fuck, you’re wet. My mouth is watering. I can’t decide if I want to lick you, or fuck you.”
    “Rex,” she breathes out on a pant as I massage her clit over and over. “Stop talking, your words and your finger are going to make me come. Hmmm,” she moans again, pushing herself into my hand, wanting more.
    I position myself at her drenched entrance before sliding the tip in slowly. Apparently, it’s too slow for her because she grabs my ass and pulls me in, my cock so deep inside her pussy, filling her, while she stares at me with an intensity I’m not used to. There’s absolutely nothing modest about her and she has no idea how much that turns me on. This is a girl who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after