He grinned back at her. “You should try to be quiet,” he said. And she giggled. “Vanessa! For once in your life…can you be quiet this once?”
“I don’t know, Paul. What are you going to do to me?”
He smiled and knew his eyes grew hot. “I’m going to get under that Army T-shirt. Unless you ask me not to.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I want you under the T-shirt. But really, this is way more bold than you usually are…”
“I’m turning over a new leaf. No more waiting for an invitation. No more waiting for just the right moment. I need you. God, do I need you.” His mouth covered hers, his hands slipped under the T-shirt, finding her breasts, and he groaned. “Aw, Vanni. Your bottom half is totally naked.”
She grinned against his lips. “Yours isn’t.”
“I’m trying really hard to talk sense into myself,” he whispered against her lips.
“I don’t think he’ll break down the door and shoot you in the back of the head,” she said. “He’s much more direct. And he hates dealing with me when I’m depressed. But you might want to listen for that rifle cock…”
“I tried like hell not to do this,” he said, lifting her T-shirt, his lips finding her nipples. “Turn that light off…”
“Not until you take off your jeans,” she said.
He raised his head. “You’re crazier than I am,” he whispered. “Are you going to be quiet?”
“I’ll try. Really. But if he comes knocking?”
Paul gave her an evil grin. “Anyone who touches that door is really going to have his hands full.” He tossed the towel that had been around his neck over the back of a chair in her room. Before unsnapping his jeans, he pulled some condoms out of his pocket and put them on the night side table. There were several.
She glanced at them and lifted one tawny brow. “That’s very optimistic, Paul,” she said with a smile.
“It’s probably delusional,” he answered, pulling the T-shirt over her head and tossing it away. His breath caught at the sight of her; she was breathtaking. And not the least shy. Then he stood, his hands went to the snap and zipper and he shed his jeans quickly, kicking them away.
Her eyes grew round. “Oh my. Dear God.” He was simply beautiful. A soft mat of brown hair covered his chest, his hips were narrow, legs long, and he was huge. Huge and erect.
He sat down on the bed and his expression took on an earnest look. “Are you all right since the baby? Are you worried about having sex?”
Her eyes were glued to his male parts. “I’m a little more worried about being quiet,” she said thoughtfully.
Paul turned off the light, claimed her lips and slipped down into the bed with her. His hands were all over her, caressing her back, her breasts, her firm, round bottom, her lush hips. And her hands were on him immediately, examining every part of him with her fingers and palms, stroking, rubbing. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want you so bad.” And his fingers slipped down to that damp place where her legs were joined. “Open for me, baby.” He didn’t have to ask twice; her legs came apart. He slipped a finger through her silky, slick softness and inside. He whispered against her parted lips, “Oh man, that didn’t take long…”
“Look who’s talking,” she whispered back. “You came out of your jeans ready.”
“Vanni, I’ve been ready for hours. I tried a shower, a walk outside, a drink…”
She reached over to the bedside table for a condom, began taking it out of the foil, but she didn’t quite get the job done. His fingers on her, in her, his mouth on her neck and breast, it was almost more than she could take. She began to tremble and grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away. “Stop,” she whispered. “I’m already too close. Wait.”
“No,” he whispered back. “No waiting. Let go,” he told her. “It’s okay. Come for me. Hard and fast.” And he kept touching her, stroking her, moving against her while he kissed her.
She spiraled up and over the top instantly, climaxing before she could even help with the condom. It was crunched in her clenched fist and she made a rather loud, growling moan and Paul covered her mouth as fast as he could, trying to muffle the sound under his lips, but he didn’t let her fall alone—he carried on with his rough caresses, taking her beyond pleasure. He continued until the storm was past and she collapsed, breathless beneath him, soft in his arms. The only fear he’d had was that for some reason he wouldn’t be able to do it for her—but he hadn’t even gotten started and she was gone. Off like a rocket. It thrilled him.