Damn, she was so soft in his arms, so vulnerable. Holding her tight against him, Seth didn’t think he would ever be able to let her go again. His lips dipped toward her, holding them, capturing them as he settled himself beside her. With a soft grunt, she shifted her position so that they both lay side by side, his arm wrapped around her lower back, holding her close. His other arm slid under her head, cradling her head and neck while they kissed, his heart pounding and his dick lying hot and heavy against her thigh, screaming for freedom from his jeans.

He moved his left hand between them, cupping and then gently squeezing her breast, a heavy, luscious weight in his palm. His tongue dove deep into her mouth, swirling and playing tag with hers. A soft moan erupted from the base of her throat. The sound tightened his balls. He wanted to purge the image of her lying crumpled in the car, the smell of oil and gas . . . the fact that if he’d been a few minutes later in arriving, she would be dead.

She moaned again when his thumb found her nipple and slowly circled, teasing and taunting the nub to thicken and extend toward him. His own groan of desire bubbled upward in his throat as he played with her nipple and then gently squeezed the soft flesh of her breast. She lifted her chest higher, arcing toward him, inviting his touch. He obliged.

In seconds, she lay naked beneath him and she reached for the buttons of his jeans, began working them, one at a time. In the dim light making its dull glow into the room, he gazed down at her. When his gaze latched on to her breasts, the nipples puckered. He dipped his head down again and suckled and sucked, his tongue lathing, then circling until she squirmed beneath him. His dick throbbed.

He latched on to a nipple and gently tugged as his hand slid down her side, then along her hips, then back up toward her abdomen, reveling in the softness of her skin, her warmth. He chuckled softly when he felt the goosebumps sprouting on her flesh. His mouth followed his hand, his lips hot on her skin as she moaned again. He worshiped her body, his tongue and his hand memorizing every dip, every curve, and every soft spot. His fingers grazed her right hip and slid downward, and her legs automatically parted, offering herself to him and his touch. He smiled, left a trail of light kisses down, and even farther down until his lips nuzzled her soft curls and his tongue found her slit.

His body thrummed with heat, his dick pounding with desire, so much so that he forced himself to slow down, the relish the moment, not rush anything. His brain soared with the connection he felt with her. His desire knew no bounds. He’d never felt this way with a woman before. With a sigh, he nestled himself between her legs. The moment his tongue swirled around her nub, she grabbed at his head, trying to clutch his hair between her fingers. She lifted her hips upward, inviting, wanting . . . she writhed, hands clutching his neck now, caressing his shoulders.

He teased and suckled until she begged him, and then he lifted himself away from her core and surged upward, his pants now down around his knees—how did that happen?—and then her ankles were wrapped around his waist, urging him ever closer. He laughed softly, kissed her, hard, his tongue surging deeper, and then he lowered himself again, determined to bring her to her climax with his tongue and fingers. His tongue caressed her, licking, suckling until he felt the contractions and then gentled his movements as she cried out. He suckled gently as her thighs tightened around his shoulders, her fingers dug into his shoulders, and then she finally relaxed with a deep, drawn-out sigh.

Moving faster than he thought possible, he soon found himself lying on his back with her straddling him. She stared down into his face. Were his pupils as dilated as hers? His dick throbbed with a life of its own. Her fingers caressed his chest and trailed down his abdomen. Her hand reached for his cock, but he reached out and stilled her. “Nikki, no. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

She smiled and wrapped her fingers around his shaft as if it belonged solely to her. Who was he kidding. It did. There was no one else for him. Ever. “I’m fine, Seth. Sore, but fine. What would hurt more is not being able to feel you.” At the top of each stroke, she rubbed her thumb over his head. His dick responded, and he sucked in a breath, legs splayed. She bent down and rested her head against his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. God, how could he possibly resist her? He’d just go slowly, let her lead.

Nikki moved again, her tongue finding the flat disc of his nipple, giving to him what he had given to her. He gritted his teeth and did his best to lie still, to give her command. One hand wrapped tightly around his cock, she began to suckle him much as he had done with her only moments earlier. Damn him to hell, but he didn’t want to stop this. Didn’t want to think about what would happen later or tomorrow or the next day. He didn’t want to consider her feelings toward him. Were they a mere passing interest or something more serious? He didn’t care. Not at this moment.

She shifted her position, angling her pussy over his throbbing shaft. He tried to shake his head. “No, Nikki, I’m not protected . . . ”

“I don’t care,” she sighed.

She shifted position until his erect cock settled against her lower abdomen. Nikki rubbed it softly for several seconds, luxuriating in the feel of his hard-on against her belly. Then, leaned forward, readjusted the position of her body and then, still wet with desire, she lowered herself onto him. He couldn’t stop the hiss that issued from his throat, the delicious sensations of her body clutching his cock, the waves of heat that coursed through his body. His hands flew unbidden to her hips, and he forced himself to lessen his grip. She moved downward until she couldn’t take in more of him, then began to rock and circle her hips, moving slowly at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced against his chest as she found a rhythm and he matched it, stroke for stroke.

Grunting noises escaped his throat, and moans escaped hers. Fuck, he couldn’t hold back, not when she was grinding over him, taking her pleasure from his body, his cock. He accelerated her pace, thrusting hard, hips lifted from the bed at each stroke, faster, and then slowing it down again. His hands shifted upward, caressing her waist and then cupping her breasts. He was amazed at their weight and softness. Squeezing, his thumbs once again twirled around those hard nipples. He gently plucked at those nubs until she gasped out loud and rocked her hips harder and faster.

He felt his orgasm building, their hips thrusting and rocking together, hers gyrating, his thrusting with power and desire, deeper and deeper. Her ass nestled into his groin, pumping her hips fast in shorter, harder strokes. Seth exploded, his seed surging upward along his cock as he reached his climax, shuddering while his body erupted into flames.