Page 71 of Off the Grid

I whip my eyes up to his. They’ve darkened and his lids are heavy with desire. “Why? What?” God, no. Please let this happen.

“I’ve wanted you since that first kiss. Since the conference room. And even more now that I’m looking at you naked.”

“Why is this a problem?”

“Because I’m going to need to fuck you good and hard—at first. Work out all that pent-up need I’ve been carrying around for you. Then we’ll go for round two.”

“Round two?” My smile is incredulous. Seriously?

“Mmm.” His eyes scrape over my body, and I can practically feel his gaze as it does. He stops to stare at my pussy and no doubt my arousal is visible on my thighs, just like the drop of pre-cum is on his cock. “Definitely round two. We’ll take our time. We’ll see to all your needs. I’ll already have come once so I’ll be able to last longer.” His eyes dart to my lips and then back up to mine. “Then again, you’re pretty damn fuckable, so we might even have to go for a round three.”

I stand there, naked but not self-conscious, with my jaw lax and eyes blinking, as if that’s going to help me comprehend what he’s saying.

“It’s time to get started. It’s going to be a long fucking night.” He steps forward and cups the side of my face. “Pun intended.” His lips meet mine in a taunting kiss. “You ready?”

I offer a cockeyed smirk and then step backward until I find the bed. I sit down, scoot back, and then spread my thighs. “Does it look like I’m ready?” I love the quick intake of breath. The subtle flaring of his nostrils. The jerk of his cock at the visual.

Then his chuckle reverberates off the hotel room walls as he fists his cock and slides his hand up and down over it.

“You’re fucking soaking for me.”

A step closer. Another pump of his cock. A lick of his bottom lip.

“Pink and glistening.”

Another step. A ragged breath. A twisting of his hand over the crest of his cock.

“I bet you’re tight, right? So tight you’re going to have to stretch for me.”

He climbs onto the bed as I lick my own lips. The cool sheets on my skin do nothing to abate the heat his gaze and words have created.

“Let me check.”

He pushes three fingers into me, and I cry out, bucking my hips into his hand. Riding his fingers. Needing his fingers and the onslaught of sensations he’s creating.

His strangled groan is sex personified. But it’s his eyes—how they glaze over as he watches his fingers slide in and out of me. It’s his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tries to work me over and up to taking his cock. It’s the slick sounds of the movements that turn me on even further.

“Camilla,” he groans, one hand working his own cock, the other working me. “So fucking gorgeous. Those tits. Those lips. This pussy. Baby, I’m going to need to use all of them tonight. Every fucking one. You think you can do that for me?”

The visual of him between my thighs. The audible—the words he’s saying and the way he’s saying them in that pained groan. The physical—the sensations he’s creating, the nerve endings he’s prepping for his cock are so damn electric it’s like my body is a current.

“Fuck me, Riggs.”

A cocky grin turns up one side of his lips. “Atta girl. Tell me what you want.” He lines the head of his cock up at my entrance and then uses it to spread my arousal around.

When his eyes meet mine, I know there’s no turning back. And I know I’ve never ached to be touched, to be filled, to feel pleasure before like I do right now.

It’s all I can think about. All I can focus on. All I fucking want.

“Now,” I urge as I reach my hand down and part myself so he can get a better view of what he’s about to fuck into bliss.

His fingertips dig into one of my thighs as he holds his dick and pushes into me with the other one.

I try to stay still. I try to play it cool. But my body has other ideas as it convulses in pleasure at the invasion. As it stretches to accommodate him filling me to capacity.

His eyes roll back in his head as he seats himself fully within me. I think I have much the same reaction but mine is accompanied with a feral groan that begs and pleads for more.

For so much fucking more.