"Blackwood?" I whisper. "What—" I moan as he strokes his hand over my breasts, gently squeezing as I rock back to meet his surging thrusts.
He slides one hand down over my belly, his fingers brushing between my thighs.
Moaning, I writhe against him as the pleasure builds from my core and stretches outward, warming me all over.
"Is that good, baby?" he groans.
I twist my head around. As if he knows what I want, he closes his hand around my nape and holds me still for a hungry kiss.
He increases the pace as his fingers stroke over my core, making me feel like I'm burning alive.
I push back, demanding more.
He gives it.
Breaking our kiss, he drapes more of his body over mine and presses his lips to my ear. "Hips up, the rest of you down."
Sinking into the bed, I hug my pillow as I turn my face to the draped window. Blackwood grips my hips, his hands holding me still as he thrusts into me, giving me more, just like I wanted.
