by Katie Reus
He leaned closer, placing his hands on the arms of her chair, completely caging her in. That sweet jasmine and vanilla scent of hers wrapped around him. She licked her lips, probably out of nervousness, but it just turned him on even more. “Because I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d rather use my own hand and imagine bending you over my desk while I masturbate than actually fuck anyone else.”
Her mouth fell open a fraction at his admission so he took advantage. Going at her fast, he crushed his mouth over hers. There was no finesse in his kisses, just a primal need to possess her as his tongue danced with hers.
For a single moment Sierra tensed, but then she was on him. Taking him by surprise, she grabbed onto his shoulders and slid onto his lap, straddling him. As she moved over his erection, he groaned. She was compact with the right amount of curves and he loved the feel of her on top of him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and even with the material between them, he could feel her nipples. Hating that clothes separated them from touching skin to skin, he cupped her backside and stood, bringing her with him.
She instantly wrapped her legs around him, but when he started walking out of the kitchen, she pulled back. He didn’t pause as he made his way to the stairs.
“Where are we going?” Her voice shook a little, but not from fear. The hunger in her gaze set him on fire. The potency was nothing compared to the brief little flashes of need he’d seen from her before. Flashes he’d wondered if he’d imagined.
What he saw now matched his own desire. But he needed to be sure. “My bed because I need more room.” So much more to do what he had planned. “We can take things as slow as you want when we get there,” he said as they reached the top of the stairs. But he hoped not too slow. The need to taste all of her was consuming him.
Those expressive eyes widened but she nodded as she leaned into him. He took her mouth again, holding her body against his so fiercely he tried to order himself to loosen his grip. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Holding her like this was too damn surreal. For a fucking year he’d made it a point not to touch her.
Because he’d known this would happen. One kiss from her and his control was completely shredded. Pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, he headed for the king sized bed he’d never brought another woman to. He hadn’t lived here long before getting a job at the Serafina and after meeting Sierra, he’d known he couldn’t be with anyone else.
Not when he wanted her so badly. The thought of touching another woman had just felt wrong. He attempted to be gentle as he laid Sierra on the bed, but it was hard when she kept her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and was grinding against him in the most sensuous manner. If their clothes were gone, they’d be fucking. Not sweet, gentle love making like she deserved. Fucking could come later, but he wanted their first time to be slow.
Somehow Hayden tore his head back from Sierra. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her mouth was swollen from their kissing. Her full lips parted as she watched him. “You want to stop?” She sounded nervous.
“Fuck. No.” Yeah, real classy. He cringed at himself, but Sierra just let out a laugh, the sound reverberating through to him.
“Then what’s wrong?” Her legs loosened around him as she spoke.
Panic set in that she’d changed her mind. “Nothing. I just want to slow down, which means you can’t touch me.” His words were ragged and uneven. If she was touching him, he’d fuck things up. Of that he had no doubt.
No, right now was all about her pleasure. Before she could ask him why, he reached up and took her hands from his shoulders. Gently, he guided her hands above her head. With a simple platform style bed set he didn’t have a railing for her to hold on to or even tie her wrists to…but he would come back to that idea once she was more comfortable with him. Her fingers touched the smooth headboard as he held her wrists in place.
“Why can’t I touch you?” she asked.
Opening himself up to anyone other than his brother was foreign, but he’d already opened up to her so much in the last year he decided to be honest. If she ripped his heart out later, he’d fucking deal with it. “Because you make me insane, Sierra. All you have to do is walk into a room and I get rock hard. I want to be free to touch and kiss every inch of you, but if you’re touching me, I’m going to be inside you. Balls deep, fucking like I’ve wanted to do from the moment we met.” He rolled his hips, pushing his cock against the juncture of her thighs with insistency. Man, he wished there wasn’t any clothing between them.
She shuddered, her eyes growing even more heavy-lidded with lust. “From the moment…” She trailed off when he possessively cupped her breast. Even though she had a petite frame, her breasts were a little larger than a handful. He gently massaged it, lightly rubbing his thumb over her nipple.
“The moment. You’re so damn sweet I knew I was no good for you.” She started to protest but he placed a finger over her lips. “The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is ‘faster’, ‘slower’ or ‘fuck me harder, Hayden’.” He’d never been a talker in the bedroom so he wasn’t sure what had come over him. Okay, that wasn’t true. The most primal part of him understood that Sierra would need this. At least at first. She needed reassuring words and he’d give them to her.
Then he would sink inside her and not stop until one of them passed out from pleasure. “Can you follow orders?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he murmured.
“Too bad.” Her lips quirked up as she slightly wiggled her hips against him and he realized she was teasing.
He pushed out a slow breath. Yeah, he definitely needed to relax. Right now he was wound too tight.
He didn’t bother fighting his smile. “No touching,” he growled softly before nipping her bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth.
In response, Sierra moaned and arched her back. She moved her hands but instead of trying to touch him, she laid them against the sheets and dug her fingernails into the bedding. She wanted to touch him so bad she ached for it, but damn his bossiness. She would follow his orders. This once.
Okay, the truth was, she’d probably follow any orders he gave her in the bedroom if it paid off enough. The ache between her legs bordered on painful. For reasons she didn’t even want to think about, she was still a freaking virgin at twenty-two. That was all about to change tonight. And something told her that Hayden would make this a night to remember. She should probably tell Hayden she’d never done this before, but she didn’t want him to stop.
She still couldn’t believe how open and almost dirty he was being with her. Sierra loved this side of him. Even though he was one of her best friends, he’d always been respectful of the fact that she was a woman and watched his language. Now he wasn’t holding anything back. And it was hot.
Hayden’s big hands skimmed down to the hem of her tank-top. For a moment he teased the bottom of it before slowly pushing it up. She swallowed hard when reality set in that he’d be seeing her naked soon. Unlike her gorgeous sister and mother, she hadn’t gotten any height or their amazing genes. And she definitely wasn’t like the tall, lithe women she’d seen hanging onto Hayden at the casino.
“Hey, where’d you just go?” Hayden asked.
Blinking, Sierra realized Hayden was staring up at her. One of his hands was lightly gripping her hip and the other had pushed her top up, baring her belly. “Nowhere.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t lie. Not now.”
Showing insecurity was so not sexy but he was right. Sierra didn’t want to lie. “I’m just worried you won’t like what you see.” Even admitting it out loud made her feel stupid, but luckily he didn’t.
Sitting up, Hayden wordlessly started unbuttoning his shirt. Sierra held her breath as he began baring so much skin to her. As he slid the shirt off, her gaze tracked over his chest, his rock hard eight-pack of muscles, down to the V… his fingers started working his belt, then the button of his slacks.
She tried to tear her
gaze away to see his expression but she couldn’t move. It was as if she was frozen, watching him slowly strip for her. Pushing off the end of the bed, he stood at the foot of it. His long, calloused fingers slowly pushed his pants down and she realized she was biting her lower lip in anticipation. He had on black boxer briefs but the visible bulge was huge. It made her suck in a breath. When he finally shoved the briefs down his legs, Sierra’s inner walls clenched with unfulfilled need.
He wrapped a hand around his thick cock and stroked once. Her gaze shot to his. His blue eyes seemed almost brighter in the dim room as he watched her. She realized he was baring himself to her so she’d feel comfortable but she didn’t want him stroking himself, she wanted to be the one touching him.
Sitting up, she pushed off the bed and came to stand in front of him. She shoved aside her insecurities and slowly lifted her top off. Bare to him from the waist up, she still couldn’t shelve the nerves fluttering in her stomach. Until his hungry gaze landed on her breasts.
“Pale pink,” he whispered. She didn’t understand what he meant until his eyes met hers again. “I’ve been fantasizing about the color of your nipples for too damn long.”
Before she could formulate a response—and she wasn’t sure there was one—he dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She slid her fingers through his dark brown hair, tightening her grip as he lightly used his teeth.
Too many sensations surged through her. Instinctively she arched into his mouth, wanting more. So much more.
She couldn’t believe she was in Hayden’s bedroom, doing things she’d fantasized about. And she knew they’d only gotten started.
Grabbing her hips, he moved them backward until she was flat on her back and he was stretched out over her. She didn’t have much time to appreciate all that male strength before his head dipped again toward her breast. He let out a strangled groan as he swiped his tongue over one nipple, then moved to the other. Teasing her nipples with his tongue, he licked and laved the hardening buds with erotic little strokes that had her grinding against him.
She might not have much experience but she knew exactly what she wanted. Her panties were damp, her inner walls clenching with a need she knew Hayden would fix.
Groaning, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and ran her fingers through his dark hair with the other. She didn’t care what he said about no touching. That so wasn’t happening unless he actually restrained her.
That thought was insanely hot. But only if it was Hayden tying her down. She grew even damper at the thought.
As he continued teasing her, he started blazing a path of hot kisses down her chest, then stomach until he reached the top of her pajama pants. Oh god, he wasn’t going to…yeah, he was.
Hooking his fingers on her pants, he snagged her panties too as he tugged them down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Sierra felt a moment of insecurity at being completely naked in front of him, but it vanished when his big body shuddered.
Actually shuddered as he tracked her from her feet up to her face.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured before pressing his hands on the inside of her knees, urging her to spread her thighs wider.
Part of her wanted to cover herself, but with Hayden kneeling in between her legs looking hungry for her, she savored being on display for him.
She knew what he was going to do, could see the determined look in his eyes, but nothing prepared her for when he buried his face between her thighs. Her hips vaulted off the bed as he sucked on her clit. The action was sharp and unexpected and sent a punch of pleasure to all her nerve endings. She’d touched herself before but nothing compared to having Hayden’s mouth on her most intimate area.
Groaning against her, he pressed on her inner thigh when she tried to close her legs. As he gently teased and licked her clit, he drew one finger down the length of her wet slit. She was so wet she was a little embarrassed. But when he’d told her that he’d wanted her from the moment they’d met, it had turned her on like nothing else could.
When he pushed a finger inside her, her inner walls clenched convulsively around him.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her.
She tightened around him, loving the feel of him inside her. Slowly, he pulled out, then pushed back in, over and over, the action rhythmic and wonderful. The way he played her body was perfect and a little maddening. She knew she was close to orgasm but she needed more stimulation. It wouldn’t take much to push her over. Her body was primed with the need to come.
“Touch your breasts,” Hayden ordered, barely stopping to talk between his strokes.
Cupping herself, she was nervous to touch herself in front of him, but she didn’t even think to deny his demand. With her thumbs she began lightly rubbing her already aroused nipples. As he increased the pressure on her clit, her toes curled against the sheets.
“I’m going to come.” She wasn’t sure why she was announcing it. Lord, her entire body was going into sensory overload.
He made an incomprehensible growling sound that was almost triumphant. When he added another finger to her pussy, her hips bucked against his face as a sharp climax surged through her. Piercing all her nerve endings, the orgasm was way more intense than when she stroked herself.
Her stomach muscles tensed as she rode through wave after wave of pleasure. Grabbing the sheets beneath her, she moaned as he continued his delicious assault until finally it was too much.
She had to push his head away. The stimulation against her clit was becoming almost painful. She was worried he’d be offended, but he chuckled as he pulled back and sat up on his knees.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, glad she could actually find her voice. She felt so relaxed she was surprised she’d managed that.
He crawled up her body and brushed a light, almost chaste kiss on her lips. “We’re just getting started.” That knowledge made her nipples tingle in anticipation. But to her surprise, he pulled back and slid off the bed. Before she could ask what he was doing, he gave her one of his half-smiles. “Just need to grab something from the bathroom.”
Confusion settled in before she realized he meant condoms. Of course. Thankfully he was thinking straight because she had no intention of thinking for the rest of the night. All she wanted now was to feel and savor every single sensation of Hayden making her his.
Chapter 5
Hayden pulled out a box of condoms and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized they hadn’t expired. His hand actually shook as he took one out. With the sweet taste of Sierra still on his lips, he was barely keeping himself under control.
But after feeling her tight pussy, he knew they needed to talk first. He’d guessed just from knowing her, but he was pretty sure she was still a virgin after feeling how tight she was. Holding onto the packet, he strode back into his bedroom to find Sierra sitting up with the sheet pulled up to her chest, covering her breasts. He didn’t like that at all. But he did like the sight of her in the middle of his bed with rumpled hair and a clearly satisfied expression on her face.
Right where she belonged.
Her gaze tracked to his hard cock, then went to the condom in his hand. When she licked her lips in that adorably nervous way he was used to, he tossed the condom onto his nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. It was a serious effort in control not to just jump her. He drew the sheet away from her because he wanted to see all of her. Even if the sight of her breasts was a huge distraction.
“I need to ask you something, honey,” he said quietly.
“I think I know what and yes, I’m a freaking virgin.” Sighing, she fell back against the pillow. Her breasts bounced softly with the movement, making his cock ache even more. Sierra covered her face with one arm and groaned. “Does that mean you want to back out of this?”
“Hell no.” Never. He stretched out next to her and propped his head up on one hand while laying his other over her flat stomach.
She dropped her arm to look at him and he saw
relief in her eyes.
“How is that possible?” he asked, still astounded. She was a decade younger than him, but twenty-two was still old enough to have had a few lovers. The thought of anyone else touching her made a raw possessiveness rear up inside him but he shoved it down. Now wasn’t about that.
Shrugging, she placed her hand over his. He could see the pain in her eyes, but she held his gaze. “It wasn’t one thing. During high school the few times I thought a guy was interested in me it turned out they wanted to date my sister.”
Hayden’s lips pulled into a thin line at the mention of her sister, Shae. He’d met her once and that was enough. She was the polar opposite of sweet Sierra. “I bet she ate it up,” he muttered.
Sierra blinked, but didn’t respond. She just cleared her throat and averted her gaze for a moment. “I didn’t really care that much about the opposite sex in high school anyway. I was so focused on graduating and getting into the Culinary Institute of America and boys weren’t important. Then in culinary school I was on the fast track program. The little downtime I had, I wanted to spend with my friends. Living in New York was amazing and there was always so much to do. I guess I’m just not a one-night stand kind of girl. There was never an opportunity.” When he frowned she rolled her eyes. “Okay, there were opportunities, I just never took them. I wanted my first time to mean something… Gah, you’ve totally changed your mind about tonight haven’t you?” She started nibbling on her lower lip again.
Hayden’s eyebrows rose. “No. Why would you ask that?”
She shrugged jerkily. “I don’t know. Maybe because I have really limited experience and I know you have…a lot more.”
He wouldn’t deny that. When he’d been in the Teams getting laid had been easy when he’d been stateside. All he’d had to do was head down to a local bar filled with SEAL groupies and have his pick. Sex had always been about release though. A way to chase away the demons. Until he’d met Sierra. It was like he could divide his life into halves now. Before Sierra and after. “I don’t care about that and neither should you. There’s no one in my life except you. This thing between us—it’s not casual for me.” Those were words he’d never said to a woman. Never thought he’d want to say. Until Sierra.
