“Gentry,” she whispered, begging for something she didn’t understand. He was already giving her everything. “Oooh,” she moaned as he pushed into her again.
His lips were back on her neck, just barely, brushing her skin, so close to a kiss. She’d never been withheld a kiss before. She loved and hated it. She wanted it, wanted him to lock onto her, wanted him to spin her around and devour her lips, but he didn’t.
Orgasm blasted through her body suddenly, gripping around Gentry’s finger in fast, hard pulses of pleasure. She grasped the back of his neck hard, digging her nails in as she whimpered his name.
Gentry pushed her forward fast, his hands strong and capable on her body, and before she knew it, she was bent over, legs locked and spread, hands splayed on the stone surface at knee-height in front of the fireplace. Behind her, the jingle of a belt sounded, directly followed by the quick snap of a button and rip of a zipper. Her orgasm pulsed on, even without his finger inside of her.
“Fuck,” he muttered in a snarly voice. “You’re not ready for this. Hell, I’m not ready. Blaire, you need to leave.”
She should. She should’ve left before they had any intimacy, but she hadn’t, and now she was in this, so worked up it was consuming her. “Are you going to take care of yourself when I’m gone?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah,” he answered gruffly. Gentry’s sweater was off, and his chiseled chest heaved with breath. His body was scarred, but tanned and smooth between what looked like slashes across his torso. His six-pack flexed with every breath, and his jeans were pushed gloriously low. The deep V of muscle led directly to his thick erection, swollen and ready. A wave of want took her, which was insane because she was still coming from what he’d done to her.
His eyes were such a bright green right now. He was beautiful. A beautiful, scarred-up creature who was clearly dangerous, but who made her feel completely at ease somehow. “Can I watch?” Heat flushed her cheeks at her brash question. “I-I’ve never watched, you know…before.”
Gentry’s blond brows winged up as he rested his hands on his hips. “You want to watch me get off.” It wasn’t a question but a semi-confused statement instead.
Mortified, Blaire stood suddenly and strode for the door. “Forget it. It was silly. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Her fingertips brushed the door handle, but she was spun around before she could wrench it open. Gentry’s hand went around the back of her neck, and he pulled her to him. He leaned in fast. The second his lips touched hers, the fire in her body jacked up to magma-level heat. It was one part pain and two parts pleasure as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His lips moved against hers so skillfully she didn’t have time for first-kiss jitters. She hadn’t kissed anyone but her ex-husband since she was sixteen, but good grief, Gentry Striker was making this ridiculously easy on her. He was the leader, the aggressor. His hand clenched in her hair, and he turned her head where he wanted it, angled his face as his lips moved against hers. The man could kiss. Blaire stood there stunned at what was happening, at the insane reaction her body was having to him. He pulled away far enough to ease his jeans down his hips, and his bright white smile was nothing shy of wicked. And those dang eyes looked a completely different shade of green now. They were like the clearest ocean green, but with an inner glow that was striking in the soft light.
She reached for his shaft, but he shook his head slowly. “You said you wanted to watch. You want to help?” He flicked his gaze to her crotch, then back to her. “Let me watch you, too.”
Oh, he looked like a bad boy right now. He locked one arm beside her head and pulled a slow stroke of his erection, eyes daring her to look down.
“But…the lights are on,” she murmured.
His smile turned devilish in an instant. “Do you only touch yourself in the dark, Trouble?”
“Uh, yes. Doesn’t everyone?”
He chuckled a deep, dark sound and leaned forward, sucked her neck hard. “No,” he said against her neck before he eased back and pulled two more smooth strokes of his dick. “There’s no shame in touching yourself.”
Gentry was sexy as frick right now, pardon her French. He was dang near hypnotizing her with the way the head of his swollen cock pressed through the fist he made. He would feel so good inside of her. So big. Gosh, why did she feel so wild with him? This wasn’t like her to fool around with a guy she had no chance at something long term with, but here she was, feeling utterly reckless and wanting everything from him before he closed down on her. And he would. He would close down tomorrow because that’s what men did. But tonight, she wanted to shed her good girl cloak and be rebellious for once in her life.
With a squeak, she closed her eyes and slid her hand down the front of her pants.
“Eyes open, Trouble, or you’ll miss it. You wanted the end, right? You want to watch me finish. You want to see the end because you pretend you’re a clean girl, but deep down you like the mess.”
Her cheeks burned as she pushed her finger into herself, but she did ease her eyes open.
“Stop making that face. Feels good to me, feels good to you. I think you look sexy as fuck taking care of yourself. You’re teaching me the pace you like. Put on a good show so I know how to take care of you. Ffffuck,” he said on a breath as his hips bucked.
Beside her, his hand made a fist against the door and his arm shook. He was trying to keep it together, trying to make her feel safe in this moment they were sharing, but it was getting him off. Sexy man.