Bad in Bed by Faye Avalon Page A

he’d put the condom and tore
the packet with his teeth. Watching her, he slid it along his length, tapping
her hand away when she tried to help. Damn, if he felt the brush of her slender
fingers on his cock, he’d shoot his load for sure.
    “Maybe next time,” he said on a jerky breath,
then eased his hands underneath her ass and raised her hips so that she opened
for him.
    She stared at him, her forehead creasing a
little as she tilted her chin into the air exposing her delicate throat. Then she
closed her eyes.
    “Open your eyes,” he grated. “I want to watch
your eyes as I take you.”
    Her eyelashes fluttered and then sultry green
eyes fixed on his. He nudged the lips of her pussy with his cock. Shit. She was
hot, wet, and so damn ready he wanted to shove himself to the hilt and to hell
if he embarrassed himself by going off too soon.
    Something in her eyes held him back.
Uncertainty? Doubt? Where had that come from? He’d noticed it when he’d tapped
her hand away as she’d tried to help him with the condom. Maybe next time, he’d
said. Was it something to do with them having a next time? Was this a one night
only deal for her? Had she already decided there wouldn’t be a next time? Hell
with that.
    And what the fuck was he doing engaging in
mental meanderings when he had a hot, willing woman just waiting for him to
finish what he’d damn well started. Right then he was too damn horny to think
straight anyway.
    He entered her slowly, pleased when the corners
of her mouth kicked up into a wicked smile as he pushed his hard length deeper inside
her.
    Her hips lifted, drawing him in further with
each push.
    He thrust himself to the hilt and it felt so
bloody good he wondered vaguely if he could freeze the moment and just lay in
her warmth, in her silky wet heat, for eternity.
    Shit. He was turning into a fucking
philosopher.
    Thankfully, his cock had other ideas and,
spurred by the way Amber’s hips moved restlessly against him, he started to
move. Slow, he wanted slow, so he could make it last, draw it out and make if
good for both of them. But she insisted on bucking those luscious hips of hers,
her breasts rising and falling with every patchy breath she took. He could no
sooner go slow right then than fly to the damn moon.
    Moving his hand between her legs, he found her
clit and worked it in time to his thrusts. The sounds she made deep in her
throat were like fire to his blood. He moved faster, pushing deep with each
thrust, the slide of his cock against her slick heat making him lose coherent
thought until he was pounding into her.
    She matched him all the way, her body meeting
each thrust as if she was intrinsically matched to his rhythm.
    Seconds later, she arched upwards, threw her
head back and came. He felt her pulse around him, the movement shattering the
last thread of his own control and he found his own release, spurting into the
condom and shouting his pleasure as he climaxed.
    He held there, trying to control his breathing
as his heart pounded and his flesh burned. When he opened his eyes he saw that
Amber’s were closed as she lay spent against the mattress. Her breasts moved
jerkily as she, too, fought for breath. It gave him an insane sense of pleasure
to see her suffering the same struggle for control he did.
    He pulled out a fraction and the movement got
her eyes open.
    She looked straight at him, her gaze full of
questions.
    “What?” he asked as she stared at him. “Okay?”
    She closed her eyes again briefly and nodded.
“You?”
    Well, he had been until she looked at him
accusingly and not altogether as if the earth had moved for her as it had for
him. Like fucking hell, he thought. He’d rocked her ass off.
    He pulled out completely, rolled onto his back,
and fixed his attention on the ceiling. Had he done something wrong, something
she hadn’t liked? Nothing sprang to mind, not if you considered how many times
he’d gotten her off that night. It was definitely something