She looked down at his hands as they spread her lush white thighs. They were so calloused, so rough, yet they looked...no,
felt
right on her soft, unmarked skin. She shivered involuntarily, and he glanced up from where he lay between her long legs, answering the question in her gray gaze. His green eyes flashed, reflecting the lightning bolting down outside the French doors that led to her balcony.
"You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you, Allegra?" he asked, the forcefulness of the statement bringing his desire past the carefully erected faΓ§ade of impassability he'd worn all evening. He stroked her skin lightly and she tossed her head, wanting more;
needing
more. "I'm going to touch you with my fingers," he said as he slid one into her wet, warm heat.
She arched her hips and gasped at the sensation, taking his finger deep into her channel. Her hands slid through his dark hair, finding the back of his head and holding on tight. He stayed where he was, never taking his eyes from hers. "Please....." she whimpered.
"Please what, Allegra? Do you want more?" he whispered, adding another finger to the first sliding in and out of her. He watched her toss her head, waiting for her eyes to come back to his. When they did, it felt as if the entire world shifted into place. The thunder rumbling outside her windows was nothing compared to the tattoo of his wildly beating heart. He tossed the thought aside and focused on his fingers and what they were doing to her. She was so wet....It wouldn't be much longer, he thought, and he'd have to be buried deep in that tight wet heat.
Allegra moaned helplessly, tossing her head, writhing on the sheets, feeling the heat rise within her body until she felt as if she were on fire. She looked down at Bryce lying between her legs. "You're going to make me cum," she told him shakily, watching his eyes darken until they were as black as the night.