“Yeah. You’re welcome.” She glanced behind her. “Okay. I’m sorry to just show up like this. Have a good evening.”
“You too.” He wanted to reach for her, touch her, pull her into his arms. He wanted it so much he was shaking from the effort. “Merry Christmas, Belinda.”
“Merry Christmas.” She swayed forward before she pulled back. “Okay. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
She turned halfway away. “Okay then.”
The surge of need that had swallowed him up was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. She was there. Right there in front of him. At arm’s length. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and she was about to walk away.
“Belinda,” he said thickly.
She turned back around to face him, her eyes big and rich and expectant. “Yes?”
He tried to say something. Anything. A single word. But his throat was tight, and his eyes were blurring over.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He took her face in his hands and leaned down into a kiss.
She made a surprised sound in her throat when their mouths met, but it was just a few seconds before her lips softened and her hands raised to hold on to his shoulders.
Pleasure and excitement and possessiveness was pulsing inside him as he slid one hand to curve around the back of her skull, his fingers tangled in her loose hair. This way he could hold her head in place so he could deepen the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against hers.
She was responding. He could feel it in her body. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, and her body pressed against his. She was making breathless sounds into the kiss as she opened for his tongue.
He had enough sense remaining to move them all the way into the room and then kick the door closed behind them. His body throbbed. Arousal hit him fast and strong. He was already hard in his pants when he slid a hand down her back until he could cup her soft, round bottom.
“Fitz,” she gasped, breaking out of the kiss as she yanked his shirt untucked and got her hands under the shirttails until she was rubbing her palms over the bare skin of his back. “What’s happening here?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, kissing his way down her neck and taking her long hair in one hand to move it out of the way. “But I think we should just go with it.”
“Yeah.” She arched back dramatically as he nipped a sensitive spot on her throat. “Let’s just go with it. All the way. Please don’t stop.”
Given permission, he straightened and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her small body was pressed snug against his, her long legs squeezing him tightly. He held on to her as he walked over to his bed. “All the way?” he asked, making sure he fully understood what she wanted here before he lost control completely.
She rubbed her face against his beard and squeezed him with her arms and legs. “All the way. Please, Fitz.”
He groaned in relief as he lowered her to the bed. She pulled him down on top of her, eager and completely unembarrassed by it.
Thrilled and overwhelmed and throbbing with desire, he kissed her again, holding up some of his weight so it wasn’t all resting on her. He was a lot bigger than she was.
She returned the kiss passionately, sliding her hands under his shirt again and sucking his tongue into her mouth.
It had been a long time since Fitz had had sex. Years. He was so turned on by her—who she was and how she was responding to him—that he was dangerously close to losing it already. He pulled out of the kiss and breathed against her neck for a minute as he fought against the need to come until he had himself under better control.
Belinda tilted his head up so she could see his expression. “You still into this?”
He choked out a laugh. “I’m a little too into it. Trying not to lose it too soon.”
Her face relaxed with a giggle. “Oh. Okay. I can be patient if you need to go slow. I mean, not all of us are good at sex. If you need some extra help—”
He growled at her teasing and yanked her sweater up over her head, making her squeal. “I don’t need extra help.” She was wearing a pretty red bra. Her breasts were firm and full, and he leered at them like an adolescent for just a little too long. “Damn, you’re so gorgeous. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you,” she said, almost shyly. “Can you get up for a minute so I can get these stupid leggings off? If I’d known I’d be having sex, I never would have worn them.”
He chuckled and helped her peel off the leggings. Her little panties came with them, but that was just an extra convenience. He stared heatedly as she reached behind her to unhook her bra.
Then she was naked, and once again he was afraid his arousal would just explode whether he wanted it to or not.
“You can say something anytime,” she told him.
“I...” He blinked and jerked his head to the side, breathing raggedly.
“You gonna lose it again?”
“I’m not going to lose it,” he replied with more confidence than was entirely warranted.
She giggled. “You look like you’re going to lose it.”
“I’m not going to lose it.” When he had his body under control, he was able to turn back to meet her eye. “Not until you lose it first.”
“I’m ready to lose it anytime.”
He let out a burst of laughter—which was a mistake. “Shit,” he gasped as sharp pleasure tightened dangerously in his groin. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Why don’t we hurry up so we can both lose it soon?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down closer. “Do you have any condoms?”
“Yes.” It was a miracle he had any—and they weren’t expired. But some optimistic fantasy had led him to buy a box a few months ago. He leaned over to fumble in the top drawer of his bedside table until he retrieved a packet. Belinda took it from him to open it carefully while he tore off his clothes.
He didn’t miss how she was eyeing him greedily as he rolled on the condom. It certainly seemed like she liked how he looked.
He was feeling too much. It wouldn’t all fit in his head, his chest, his body. Belinda was sweet and eager as she pulled him back between her legs and then down into a wet kiss.
He gave himself over to it. No longer tried to hold back. She was just as aroused as he was. When he reached between her thighs to feel, he found her wet and hot and pliant. So ready for him.
He lined himself up at her entrance as she bent up her knees and lifted to meet his slow thrust. They both groaned at the penetration. She was so tight. So delicious. The hot throbbing behind his eyes as he fit himself inside her blurred his vision.
“Oh God,” she rasped, shifting her hips as she relaxed around him. “That feels so good. You feel so good. So big.”
He made another growling sound.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” There was laughter in her voice now. “Men and their egos.”
He rocked his hips, groaning again at the pleasure of the motion. “So you’re saying you don’t want my ego? Because I can just—”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. “Don’t you dare. You and your ego haven’t finished their job yet. So go to it. Unless you really do need some extra help.”