“What about dinner?” he said roughly.
“I’m thinking we satisfy the other hunger first.” She tilted her head to look at him, making him realize just how petite she was. “What do you think?”
He stared at her sensual mouth, his throat becoming dry. He could just say no. Tell this hot little seductress that he had no interest in being seduced.
But that would be a lie.
“I think,” Becker said in a measured tone, “that you really need to take that dress off.”
Chapter Three
There. He’d said the words, and there was no turning back now. Becker couldn’t tear his eyes off Jane as she slowly reached for the straps of her dress. She slid one over her shoulder then arched a brow. “You’re sure?”
He licked his dry lips. “Yes.”
With a satisfied smile, she pushed the straps down, tugged on her bodice, and peeled the dress down her body. The bright yellow material pooled at her feet, leaving Jane in a sheer white bra and a pair of skimpy panties between her tanned thighs.
Shit, she was gorgeous. With that long, wavy hair cascading over her bare shoulders and her endless supply of curves, she looked good enough to eat. The thought made his cock jerk against his fly. Lord, he wanted to eat her. He hadn’t gotten the chance to taste her in the elevator, and he was dying to lick her up, lap up her sweet juices.
“Take off the bra and panties,” he said gruffly.
Jane did as he asked, removing the undergarments and tossing them aside. She stood completely naked before him and he took a moment to feast his eyes on her. Her skin had a pinkish hue to it, as if she’d stayed out in the sun too long. Her cherry-red nipples were rigid, demanding attention. But it was the thatch of red curls at the juncture of her thighs that called out to him.
Licking his lips again, he pointed to couch and said, “Lie down, Jane. And spread your legs wide for me. I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her blue eyes flashed with excitement. Without a word, she moved to the couch and sank down on the cushions. And spread her legs just as he’d requested. Becker’s pulse drummed in his ears as he sank to his knees in front of her. Her pussy was slick with arousal, her clit swollen and in need of his tongue. Rearranging the enormous bulge in his pants, Becker dipped his head to take his first taste. It was as sweet as he’d imagined, the feminine scent of her flooding his senses and making him dizzy with need.
He dragged his tongue over her, flicked it against her clit then licked down her wet slit toward her opening. Jane gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her. “You like that?” he muttered, pulling back.
“Yes…God, yes.”
He fucked her with his tongue again, enjoying the breathy moans that slipped out of her mouth, loving the way she pressed her hands on his head, pushed him closer. Becker wasn’t new at going down on women, but licking Jane was a mind-blowing experience. His cock throbbed as he teased her pussy, licking, suckling on her clit, nipping at her inner thighs. Her clit pulsed under his tongue, her thighs clenched and released. She was getting close. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked on it as if it were a juicy piece of candy. Jane exploded.
Her hot juices coated his mouth, his lips, his chin, as she lost herself in orgasm. Becker’s heart was pounding as he kept working her pussy with his tongue, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her body.
When he finally lifted his head, Jane was trembling like crazy. Her blue eyes were glazed, her full breasts heaving from the aftershocks of release.
“You are way too good at that,” she squeezed out.
Smiling, Becker rose to his feet, already reaching for his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it aside, then tackled his jeans and boxers. Naked, he bent down and lifted her into his arms. Jane yelped. “Where are we going?”
“Bed.” One word. It was all he was capable of formulating. Lust had taken over, and he could barely see straight as he carried Jane into the bedroom and deposited her on the king-size bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows, a small smile curving her mouth. Her gaze rested on his cock, which was harder than ever and giving her a full salute. “Is that for me?” she asked, the smile widening.
“All for you,” he confirmed.
She scooted to the edge of the bed where he stood and reached for his dick, her warm hands encircling it. Becker’s breath hitched. She teased his sensitive underside with her fingers then leaned forward to lick the drop of precome at his tip. Becker groaned.
“You like that?” she asked, mimicking his earlier taunt.