Turning on the sink, I splashed some water on my face. It was cool and it soothed my frazzled nerves. I’d overshared. I didn’t regret telling him, but it was too much for a night like tonight. I had a long day at work, he’d seen me with the baby, and all I really wanted from tonight was a relaxing dinner, wine, and to see if anything else progressed between us. It was already a long time coming. Well, in terms of how quickly I knew he moved. It was a good pace for me though. The conversation had likely put a damper on the evening.

Shutting off the water, I dabbed my face on the bland towel, and walked out the door. What I didn’t expect to find was Turner, standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

No answer. Instead he came at me like a freight train. Turner picked me up under my arms leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t stop his forward momentum until he had me pushed up against the wall by the bathroom.

“No, I’m not okay.” He breathed in my face. “I need you.”

No other conversation was needed. Thoughts of what we discussed only ten minutes ago were out the window. Right now was sheer animal instinct, and I had no intention of stopping him. His mouth came crushing down on mine in a forceful manner that would leave my lips swollen and bruised. Open mouths, tongues battling, and pure desire were swirling in the air, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn’t going to stop him if he took this as far as it could go tonight. I needed him just like he said he needed me. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to know how he moved and thrusted. No more imagining the “what if’s.” I’d take what I wanted from him, and I’d dare him to tell me no.

His tongue pushed against mine with a force that I’d never felt before. He licked and sucked on my lower lip. Nipping when he pulled away and came back for more. I repeated his motions, and I could feel what I was doing to him. The bulge beneath his jeans was enough to make me want to whimper. My hips moved forward and I pressed myself against him. I was wet and I needed relief from the pressure that was stirring in my sex. Setting me down, I stood on my tiptoes still trying to taste his lips.

“I want you on my bed, naked, Annabelle.” The way he said my name was so different than any other time.

I ripped my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. “More?” I taunted, not knowing where this daring girl had come from.

“All of it. Don’t make me ask again.”

I backed up until the bed hit the back of my knees. “I don’t see you doing the same.”

He took two steps in my direction. “You want the shirt gone?”

“Mhmm.”

Doing that one-arm over the back of his head move that guys somehow master, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. I stared at every chiseled curve of his abs and ribs. There wasn’t even a patch of hair leading below his jeans. The shape of what was threatening to break out from under the zipper was so enticing, my mouth watered.

“What now?”

“Pants, Turner.”

He shook his head no. “I believe I asked first.”

I twisted around giving him my back. Unzipping, I hooked my thumbs on the top of my jeans and pushed them down my legs. They reached my knees and dropped to the floor. I made a show of stepping out of them and looking over my shoulder. My hair was hanging down past the middle of my back, and I was wearing a pair of black cheeky underwear. Couldn’t have been more thankful in that moment that I was a firm believer that pretty underwear, even if nobody saw them, made you feel good during the day.

“You going to make me wait?” I asked, turning around to face him.

The corner of his mouth tipped up into a devilish smile. “Suppose not.”

I watched every little move he made as he removed his clothing, leaving him standing in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. My legs were weak and I was going to come out of my skin if he didn’t touch me soon.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to join him.

I shook my head no. “I can’t.”

And I really couldn’t. I was frozen where I stood. Unless he lay me down on this bed behind me, my leaning up against it was the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees and begging him to give me what I wanted. And right now I’d take just about anything from him. It had been entirely too long since I’d been with a man. It should be considered a sin how long it had been.

He got the picture, closed the space between us and pressed his firm body against mine. His skin was warm, while mine felt overheated. His hands came up and grazed the upper part of my arm and slowly descended until he reached my elbow. He grasped me and leaned me back, letting me know he wanted me lying down. I obliged. My back hit a smooth pillowy surface, and my head rested on the comfort of down feathers. He hovered over top of me. Next to the bed was his night stand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver wrapper. He made no show of hiding he was grabbing a condom. This was really happening.

“My God, you’re beautiful.” His eyes roamed over my exposed skin.

The way he was looking down at me, I felt exactly that. Beautiful. Coming down to me, Turner placed his hands on either side of my head and stared at me. It was nearly dark in the room, the only illumination was the moon coming through the floor to ceiling windows and the light from the living room. The music was still playing but I couldn’t really hear it. If it was on in the bedroom, it was background noise to the buzzing in my own ears. My clit was throbbing and I needed him to touch me. My panties were drenched. I was regretting not taking them off. He did want me naked after all.

His mouth came down to mine in a reverent and tender manner. He was savoring my lips instead of devouring them. His teeth barely scraped the pouty flesh. I was already worked up. I loved that he was being so attentive, but my need was driving me crazy. My hands took on a life of their own. One smoothed across Turner’s cheek and dove into his soft hair, gripping a small handful and pulling him closer, while the other rubbed across his ribs and my nails dragged around to his back. He took the hint. His mouth left mine and traveled their way down my neck leaving a path of sizzling skin and cool wetness from his tongue. He made it to the cup of my bra, and he leaned over enough to use his hand to slide it down underneath my breast. My nipple was peaked and tight. He closed his warm mouth around it and lightly sucked. My body quaked. I felt every sensation of his tongue swirling over the bud, making it even more tender. He was trying to kill me.

“Turner, please, no more. I need you. Stop teasing me.”

He didn’t release me. Instead, he stayed latched on and showed me his vibrant blue eyes. His pupils dilated from the dark and lust. Never in my life had someone worked me up so much.

“You want more?” He let his hand trail down to the top of my underwear. My hips lifted on their own accord.

“Oh God, yes.”

“Are you wet?”

I wasn’t much for dirty talk, but if it got him to touch me, I’d become the next best porn star.

“Soaking wet.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and teased the top of my pussy. They skirted my clit which felt so swollen with need, I knew the moment any pressure touched there an orgasm would follow. Turner released my nipple and blew his cool breath across it, causing me to shake.

“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.

He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.

“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.

I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.