Page 21 of Buck

He cupped the back of her neck, the feel of his warm palm electric. “No, you got it wrong. When I said I had plans, I meant with you,” he said in a rough, gravelly tone of voice. “I’m way too interested, darlin’.” His gaze melded with hers, so hot she felt singed by the fire there.

The honest emotion in his beautiful green eyes startled her. She’d been on the receiving end of men who only wanted one thing, but that wasn’t the vibe she got from Buck, nor had she ever experienced the kind of intensity and need she’d just detected in his gaze. It was thrilling to know he wanted her that much because the feeling was definitely mutual.

The tightening of his hand was the only warning she got before he abruptly dropped that oh-so-sexy mouth onto hers. Feeling as if she was drowning, drugged by sensation, paralyzed by everything about him, she made a helpless sound. He cupped her jaw, controlling the kiss, his strength and confidence as big a turn-on as his body. He kissed her, deep and searching, his tongue tangling with hers. She wanted to be taken, right here, right now.

Working his mouth hungrily against hers, his hand went to her waist. With a powerful move, he pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled his hips. Mari couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. All she could do was hang on and ride out the thousand sensations exploding in her. Buck caught her by the hips and molded her flush against him, his mouth wide and hot as he ran his hand under her sweater and up her back. She barely felt his deft flick that unhooked her bra, emitting a low sound when he encountered nothing but skin. He slid his hand up her bare torso, cupping her breasts, working her stiff, sensitive tips hard, and she felt it all the way to her core, her body arching automatically into his big, skillful hands.

His touch drove the breath right out of her, and she made another helpless sound against his mouth when he whipped everything over her head in one quick move, then he looked his fill, his eyes going over her in such a sensual way, she arched again, unable to help herself.

“That is one hell of an offer, darlin’,” he drawled, then lowered his head and closed his mouth over her taut, aching nipple, sucking her strong and deep, until she felt the same seductive, pulling sensation in the pit of her belly. The aching scrape of his stubble on her soft skin was an erotic sensation that heightened her arousal. He grabbed her braid and pulled her head back, an electric jolt zapping through her, exploding in heated ripples that thrummed across her nerve endings when he moved to her other breast and thoroughly ravaged her.

She twined her fingers into his soft, thick hair, her skin tingling everywhere, so hot and alive with sensation. Feeling breathless and dizzy, she let him do what he wanted with her body.

“Sam,” she murmured. “Please.” His response was to slide his hand between her jean-clad thighs and his mouth returned to hers, hot and hungry, so demanding. He pressed his thumb hard against her clit, and she moaned, long and loud against his mouth.

“Beautiful,” he said, her helpless sound of wanting made his breathing ragged and his voice like gravel. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Mari, long and hard and deep. I have protection?—”

“Not needed, I’m clean and protected,” she whispered.

“Even better,” he murmured. “Same for me.”

He rose with her still plastered to him as he walked to the bed. With a minimum of movement, he stripped them both and pressed her back on the bed and all she got was a brief glimpse of all those delineated, flexing muscles, his six-pack, his impressive erection, before he pressed her thighs open. His mouth went to her core, his tongue driving her into a frenzy as he latched on with hard, sucking kisses. She grabbed his hair and cried out at the erotic onslaught.

There was something strangely exciting about being at this man’s mercy, as she was. God, she wanted him, with a fierce, powerful kind of need she’d never experienced before.

The pleasure intensified to a hot, sharp, searing river of aching need. A low throbbing in her belly spiraled down to her sex, and she tightened her hands in his hair wanting more, needing more…

Unable to hold back, she let out a cry and arched sinuously against his mouth as she came in a burning wave of unbelievable ecstasy.

Without giving her a chance to fully recover from her orgasm, he moved up over her, the slide of his muscled body against hers making her pulse leap. She reached down to touch him, and when her fingers slipped over him, he sucked in a hissing breath. Grasping both her wrists, he pulled her arms up and pinned them above her head, his control complete.

He settled more fully on top of her, his thighs forcing hers farther apart, and then he was pressing his erection intimately against her, nudging his way in, stretching her, setting her body on fire. She caught a glimpse of his dark, fierce expression before he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately as he buried his shaft to the hilt in her.

Their moans mingled, and once he began to move there wasn’t going to be anything slow or gentle about this first time with him. No, there was too much sexual energy and potent heat radiating off him.

He plunged into her, fast and deep and strong, and she met him thrust for thrust. His rhythm was so damn good, his skill possessed and claimed her so primitively, his hot, damp, panting breaths rushing against the side of her neck, along with the scrape of his unshaven jaw. Then he was back to slow and deep penetration, his body vibrating with his formidable control.

“Buck,” she whispered as he rolled his hips, his face contorting in pleasure. He withdrew, his breathing doubling as he filled her again, over and over until she was mindless.

He lowered his head and kissed her as heat and friction and fire caught up to him, shattering his control.

She felt the change in him as his pace quickened, his breathing even more ragged, and he pumped harder, faster, toward his own completion. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his damp back, arched high and hard into his thrusts, and felt him stiffen as his climax peaked. He dragged his lips from hers, surged into her a final time, and on a low, raw growl he spilled himself into her.

Mari held on to him and turned her face against his neck, the aftermath as good as the release. She felt raw and so thoroughly satisfied, more than she’d ever been with any other man. His hand splayed wide at the back of her head, holding her with such absolute tenderness that it made her throat tight. He held her for a long time until his breathing leveled out and she stopped shaking, everything softening into something less intense.

He moved, propping himself up on his forearms, his head dipping down as he kissed her and kissed her with the softest, sweetest kisses. Most men she knew were ready to get on to other things, but not Buck. He was…savoring her.

Oh, boy. This was completely unexpected. He shifted to the side and moved off her, but when she thought it was over, he pulled her flush against him. “How’s the food here?” he whispered.

“Really, really good,” she responded.

“Hmm, I’m beginning to really like this hotel. Let me grab a menu.”

He got off the bed and she sighed. “A dinner and a show. Lucky me.”

He twisted at the waist and chuckled as he walked to the desk and grabbed up the binder. What a body—so many muscles she didn’t know what to look at. Moving back to the bed, she just watched him, so devastatingly male, masculine, and sexy.

Slipping back inside, he gathered her against him, making it easier for her to see the menu. Her stomach rumbled.