Page 62 of Idaho

He groaned into my mouth and I took advantage of it, slipping my tongue inside. He tasted like the whiskey he'd been drinking, but there was something else there. Something unique to him that I wanted more of. His hands went to my ass and he pulled me closer, grinding against me until I gasped at the feel of his cock pressing between my legs.

"Eva," he groaned. "I'm trying to do the right thing here."

"I don't care. I've always done what was right. What I was told. I'm finished," I told him. "Make love to me, Idaho. Please."

"Fuck." The word was muttered as he stood up with me still wrapped around him. He carried me into the kitchen and jabbed a button on the oven to turn it off. Then he went directly to his room and laid me on the bed, then stepped back and stared down at me.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"Then get naked for me, Duchess."

I sat up and pulled my flannel pajama top over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes were locked on the swell of my breasts in the lacy bra I was wearing. He was watching me as though I was in the sexiest of lingerie, not baggy pajamas that I'd put on this morning to get into the Christmas spirit.

My cheeks were flushed from both the alcohol and the desire coursing through my veins. Hesitating, I searched his face, looking for any reason why I shouldn't continue. This wasn't like me. I wasn't brave, or sexy. I was just me. But I'd made my decision. Blowing out a nervous breath, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my arms before I tossed it to join my shirt.

"You're fucking beautiful," he growled as he stalked closer to the bed.

I watched as he pulled his cut off and set it on the dresser. Next came his t-shirt. That he tossed onto the floor. It spoke to the reverence he had for the leather that he'd handled it with such care. I already got a good look at his body, but my eyes roamed over him. He was the one who was beautiful. His body was packed with muscles, all tanned and mouth-watering. My eyes were drawn to the tattoo on his right side. Reaching out a hand, I brushed my fingertips lightly over it, following it from his ribs down to where it disappeared beneath his jeans.

"You're not done yet, Duchess," he rasped.

I still had on the bottoms I'd put on this morning. It hadn't been my plan to go the whole day in them, but we’d been so busy there hadn’t been time to change later. At least I was comfortable all day. Only now, I wish I was wearing something sexier. Something that would give me more confidence. I'd never been naked in front of a man before. Standing, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants, and hesitated.

One dark eyebrow rose as he watched me. "Change your mind?" He tilted his head slightly. "It's fine if you have, Duchess. Probably better that way. I'm not exactly Prince Charming." He stalked closer to me. "I'm more like the wolf, except the part of you I'll be eating is that pretty little pussy."

My eyes widened at his words, a small gasp forcing its way out. "I haven't changed my mind," I told him with more conviction than I felt.

He smirked at me and it made me want to cry out in frustration. He always had to make things difficult. He couldn't just be sweet and charming. No. He was an instigator. It was as if he wanted me angry at him. Maybe he didn't want me to go through with this. Maybe he really didn't want me.

"Then prove it," he challenged.

I sucked in a breath, then shoved my pants down my legs, taking my panties with them. I kicked them aside when they pooled around my ankles and fought not to cover myself. His gaze raked over me, lingering on the juncture of my thighs. The hunger in his eyes made me feel self-conscious. If he didn't want this, then he was a good actor.

"Get back on the bed, Duchess."

I obeyed, scooting back until I was laying against the pillows at the top of the bed. He watched me as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs. I couldn't look away from his cock as it sprang free. The first time I'd seen it he'd been stroking it in the shower. It looked so much bigger now that his hand wasn't engulfing it. Swallowing nervously, I looked up at him. "I don't know if-"

"If what?" he demanded.

"If it'll fit," I whispered.

He chuckled, but it wasn't mean spirited. "It'll fit," he promised as he crawled onto the bed with me. "I'll make sure you're ready for me."

"How?"

He didn't stop until he was over top of me, surrounding me. He wasn't lying down, so I wasn't pinned to the mattress, but he was caging me in with his arms and legs. Yet, somehow, that didn't make me nervous. It made me feel safe, desired. His lips brushed over my jaw, then moved down to my neck where he sucked lightly on the skin there. "How much have you done?" he asked, lips moving against my skin.

"Done?" I repeated, arching my neck to give him better access. When he nipped my skin with his teeth goosebumps broke out over the area. My chest was rising and falling heavily with just the barest of his touches. Was it always like this? Or was Idaho just special?

"Kissing?" he prompted. "Anything more than kissing?"

"Just kissing," I whispered. "And...um..."

He pushed up until his face was above mine, our noses almost brushing. "And what?" He searched my gaze. "I need to know how slow to take this, Duchess. I'm going to fuck you. But I want to make sure it's damn good for you when I do. So I need to know everything you've done."

I swallowed hard, his abrupt words sending a fissure of pleasure shooting down to that place between my legs. Everything was on fire, but in a good way. My breasts were swollen and heavy, my nipples beaded in the cool air. My core was pulsing with need. All because of him.