Before I can think too much about that, he blows through my bedroom door and tosses me onto the bed playfully.
A laugh escapes me as I bounce on the mattress, but the sound dies quickly when he reaches behind his shoulders and removes his shirt in one swift pull, unveiling the most breathtaking sight.
I’ve seen Gunnar plenty of times without a shirt on, usually when he’s playing sports with friends on a hot summer day, and like most women, I’m always drawn like a moth to a flame. It’s impossible not to be with a body like his. His athletic build is solid but lean, every dip and valley defined and distinguished, especially the ones by his hips that disappear into the waistband of his jeans. It’s so damn hot it makes me feel like a predator about to devour its prey.
Arrogance and amusement dominate his expression. “Like the view, Elle?”
He has no idea …
Instead of answering with words, I pull off my own shirt, revealing a pale pink lace bra that he gets no time to glimpse before I launch myself at him from the bed, pouncing like a cat in heat.
He catches me with a grunted chuckle that’s silenced by my mouth as I ravish him with a hunger that sears me to the core.
I don’t get to have the lead for long. With a growl, he takes control, his mouth dominating mine as he guides me to the bed.
Instead of following down on top, he sets to his knees over me and reaches for the metal clasp between my breasts.
My breath stalls in a moment of anticipation before he releases the hook with a snap of his fingers.
The lace cups fall away, baring me to his stare.
Warm brown eyes fixate on my exposed breasts as he gets his first look at me.
A moment of vulnerability strikes, an emotion I don’t usually feel, especially around Gunnar.
I’m slight in stature, always have been, which means no part of me is well endowed, particularly that of my chest. As I lay here sprawled before him, I can’t help but wonder how I measure up. Thankfully, it’s not something I have to wonder about for long …
“You’re fucking perfect.” The sincerity radiating in the deep husk of his voice obliterates any and all insecurity I had.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I counter, trying to play it cool. “You should lose the rest of your clothes so we can compare other body parts.”
A chuckle escapes him before it softens into a grin. “Soon. First, we need to get you nice and ready for me.”
I’m about to tell him I’m more than ready, twenty-four years ready, but all words flee me on a rush when he cups my sensitive breasts in both of his hands.
“Oh.” A sharp breath impales my lungs at the feel of his touch on my bare skin, but it pales in comparison when he drops down and takes a beaded nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
My back arches off the mattress as a cry of pleasure races past my lips.
“So responsive,” he croons. “And so goddamn pretty.”
He tortures each one of my nipples, giving an equal amount of attention to both. His tongue lashes, lips suck, and teeth graze in a way that turns me into a writhing mess.
My hips lift, seeking friction for the throbbing between my legs, but it’s still not enough. “Please,” I whimper.
Groaning, he takes mercy on me and travels his mouth lower, raining hot kisses down my stomach until reaching the waistband of my jeans.
Heat builds in my belly as he attempts the first button in a long line of them, but it proves to be a struggle.
I curse myself for the attire I chose, knowing these jeans can be a bitch to get undone, even for me.
“Jesus, what kind of sorcery is this?” he snaps.
“Here, let me do it.” Pushing his hands away, I pick up where he left off and manage to get the first one undone in quick fashion, but my hurried attempt at the second proves futile. “What the hell?” I growl, my fingers practically splitting open as I work up a sweat.
Giving up, I try to shimmy them past the top of my thighs.
Gunnar pulls on my pant legs to help, but the extra slim waist is no match for the thigh bulge. “Fuck it!” Grabbing either side of the top button, he pulls with all his strength, sending the rest of them flying through the room.
I barely have time to register the incredibly hot act before he has my jeans off and pulls me to the end of the bed.
He drops to his knees before me, his gaze fixated on the pink lace as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. “Lift up.” His order is raw with desire.
I follow the command, allowing him to pull the thin material down my legs.
A guttural sound rumbles from his chest as he takes in the most intimate part of me. “Fuck, Elle. Look at you. All smooth and bare.” His hand snakes between my legs, fingers parting me further for his viewing pleasure.
I gasp and shiver at the cool air, the temperature a startling contrast to the raging heat.
“Easy,” he coaxes gently, his voice soothing the myriad of emotions tearing through me. “Be still and I promise to make it good.”
I have no time to dissect that statement before he lowers his mouth to my aching flesh.
“Oh, god!” My cry decimates the silence as Gunnar devours me like a starving animal, his tongue inflicting the most exquisite torture. Each tantalizing lick dances across my senses, transporting me to highs I never thought possible.
When I think I can’t possibly withstand another second, he inserts a single finger inside of me.
My hips jerk off the mattress, the snug invasion almost too much to bear.
