Then her mouth was on his pec, flaming lips grazing over the swirling tattoo there. The pierced nipple on his left pec. Her tongue flicked at the hoop, and his brain went haywire as he realized he was naked, or had somehow willed his clothes gone, because that was his bare skin she was touching, kissing.
And she … He ran his hands over her waist again. Smooth, velvety soft skin greeted him.
“You want to do this?” he ground out.
She kissed his other nipple. “Yes.”
“I’m not even sure we can have sex like this.”
“I don’t see why not.” Her fingers skated down to the top of his ass, taunting.
Ruhn’s cock throbbed. “Only one way to find out,” he managed to say.
Day huffed another breathy laugh and lifted her head. Ruhn just took her face between his hands and kissed her. She opened for him, and their tongues met, and she was as sweet as summer wine, and he needed to be in her, needed to touch and savor all of her.
Ruhn hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his middle, his cock dangerously close to where it wanted to be. But he carried her to the fainting couch, gently laying her down before climbing atop her. “Let me see your face,” he breathed, sliding a hand between her legs.
“Never,” she said, and Ruhn didn’t care, not as his fingers slicked through her soaked sex. Utterly ready for him.
He spread her knees and knelt between them. Dragged his tongue up her center—
He bucked, like his cock had a mind of its own, like it needed to be in her, or it was going to fucking erupt right there—
Ruhn fisted himself, pumping slowly as he licked her again.
Day moaned, her chest heaving, and he was rewarded with the sight of her breasts. Then her arms. Then her stomach and legs, and finally—
She was still crafted of fire, but he could clearly see the body now. Only her head remained in those flames, which shrank until they were no more than a mask over her features.
Long hair cascaded down her torso, and he ran a hand through it. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
“You haven’t seen my face.”
“I don’t need to,” he said. He laid a hand on her heart. “What you do, every minute of every single day … I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“I’ve never met a male like you, either.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, and he punished her for the sass in her voice by licking her again, drawing another gasp. “Ruhn.”
Fuck, he loved his name on her lips. He slipped a finger into her, finding her mind-meltingly tight. She was going to drive him wild.
She tugged on his shoulders, hauling him up. “Please,” she said, and he hissed as her fingers wrapped around his cock and guided him to her entrance.
He halted there, poised on the brink. “Tell me what you like,” he said, kissing her neck. “Tell me how you want it.”
“I like it true,” she said, hands running down his face. “I want it real.”
So Ruhn slid home, crying out at the sheer perfection of her. She groaned, arching, and Ruhn stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered, hands framing his face as he hovered above her. “No. Not at all.”
The pressure of her around his cock was too much, too gloriously intense—“I can go slow.” He couldn’t. He really fucking couldn’t, but for her, he’d try.
She laughed softly. “Please don’t.”
He withdrew nearly to the tip and pushed back in with a smooth, steady thrust. He nearly leapt out of his skin at the rippling pleasure.
Her hands dug into his shoulders, and Day said, “You feel better than I even dreamed.”
Ruhn smiled into her neck. “You dreamed about this?”
He thrust again, sinking to the hilt, and she gasped. “Yes,” she said, as if his cock had wrung the word from her. “Every night. Every time I had to …” She trailed off. But Ruhn claimed her mouth, kissing her as deeply as he fucked her. He didn’t need her to say the rest, the part that would smash something in his chest.
Ruhn angled her hips so he could drive deeper still, and she reached up above her to clutch at the rolled arm of the chaise. “Ruhn,” she moaned again, a warning that she was close—and echoed it with a flex of her delicate inner muscles.
The squeeze had him grabbing her hands in his and slamming home. Her hips undulated in perfect rhythm with his, and nothing had ever felt so good, so real as their souls twining here—
“Come for me,” he breathed against her mouth, as he reached between them to rub the bud of her clit in a taunting circle.