“Yes, I like it a lot.”
He thought about how much he loved her honesty while he slowly eased down her zipper, and when he saw a flash of red, his erection hardened even more. Red panties on a woman was like seeing fire. Something inside of him—probably the desire to bury his head between her legs—made him quickly pull her jeans down past her hips, curvaceous thighs and gorgeous legs. After she’d stepped out of them and stood there in her red lace bikini-cut panties, he felt his balls nearly explode. She was so friggin’ hot.
“When will I get the chance to take off your clothes?” she asked, and he could tell she was nervous about being on display. He would remedy that soon.
“Right now, it’s all about you,” he said, tugging the panties down her legs. Those mesmerizing dark eyes staring down at him made him wish he could make it all about her every day.
Striker drew in a sharp breath and knew he had to pull himself together and stop thinking such foolish thoughts. There could be no every day with her, and for him to even think otherwise was as crazy as it could get.
He leaned back on his haunches and stared at the juncture of her thighs. She had a gorgeous-looking sex. Those womanly folds were plump, ready to be divided and conquered. Or should he say divided and taken. In his frame of mind it was the same thing. He couldn’t wait to taste her. “You look amazing.”
*
MARGO WASN’T SURE what she could say to that. No man had ever been in awe of her there, and no one had ever said they thought she looked amazing. Scott would give her compliments, but they couldn’t compare to some of the things that came out of Striker’s mouth.
And talking about his mouth...
He was staring at her and licking his lips. This was where she could only imagine what would happen next since she had no experience of a man going down on her. She had heard her college roommates whispering about men doing it to them. She’d only listened, unable to add a thing. But she’d definitely taken something away. Curiosity.
Now she was about to get her curiosity appeased. But was she ready for Striker Jennings? Could she handle this? There was no doubt in her mind the man was intensely sexual. He probably had the ability to make a woman scream, and she never screamed.
She then recalled what he’d said about hearing her in the shower. Was her bedroom bugged? Had he been listening to everything she did without her knowing it all this time? Was bugging her bedroom one of the security measures the tech guy Bruce had done? One that Striker had refused to elaborate about? If he thought making love to her would make her forget about him invading her privacy that way, he was wrong. But for now she was more than willing to concentrate on other things, like how Striker was making her feel.
Not sure what was in store and wary of how much she could handle, she was about to take a step back when he reached out and grabbed hold of her hips. And the moment he touched her, she knew she would see this through. Margo wanted to know what all the mystery was about when it came to oral sex, and more than anything, she wanted Striker to be the one to show her.
He looked up at her. “And now for that pleasure I promised you.”
He leaned closer and began placing small nibbles around her womanhood. The same kind of nibbles he’d nipped around her lips earlier. But this area seemed more sensitive. More in need. And when he took his hands and opened her and eased closer to insert his tongue inside of her, she nearly buckled to her knees. She had to place her hands on his shoulders to remain standing.
There was something about his tongue moving inside of her, lapping her up one minute and then sucking on her the next. She felt sensations ripple through her entire body, and the moans that poured from her lips couldn’t be helped. The man was eating her alive. He tightened his hold on her hips and drove his tongue deeper. She wasn’t sure how that was possible, but feeling was believing.
And then the pleasure he’d told her about began mounting inside of her, making her whimper, making her entire body tremble before an orgasmic blast detonated inside of her.
“Striker!”
She screamed, and her hands dug into his shoulders, but he wouldn’t let up. Nor did he let go. With no control, she felt another orgasm shoot through her. It was only then that he let her go, as he gently eased her back down on the sofa.
“I want to get inside of you, Margo.”
In a near daze, she lay on the sofa just as he’d placed her. Naked and spread-eagle, she watched him nearly rip off his clothing. He tossed his shirt near the love seat, missing it by an inch as he kicked off his shoes. He didn’t waste any time unzipping his pants and lowering them down strong, muscular legs. Now that he’d undressed, she saw more tattoos on his body and thought the artwork was beautiful, especially the one she got a brief look at when he turned to pull a condom from his pants pocket—a fierce-looking dragon with fangs resting between his shoulder blades.
“I thought that I would be undressing you,” Margo said as she paid close attention to how easily he sheathed himself in a condom.
“Next time. I need you too much now.”
Her breath caught when she saw the size of his erection. Holy cow! And he thought she was amazing? He was male perfection. Extraordinary. Striker was definitely striking.
He moved toward where she lay on the sofa, opened and ready. He settled on her body and immediately took her mouth. But she felt the head of his massive manhood probing at the entrance to her womanhood.
And when he slowly began sinking inside her, on instinct she adjusted her body to wrap her legs around him. “We’re going slow and easy at first,” he said as he began gently thrusting back and forth inside of her. “And then we finish fast and hard.”
All she could do was nod. Too many sensations were tearing into her with every thrust he made. How was that possible on the heels of two climaxes? Her nails sank into his shoulder blades, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, crossing her ankles at the base of his back. She held on as his thrusts started coming fast and hard.
He was looking down at her. She hadn’t known making love to a man could be this perfect. This right. Her inner muscles clenched him, milked him. Needing to give as well as take.
Margo couldn’t handle the sensations anymore. She could no longer hold them at bay, and when he whispered close to her ear, “Go ahead and let go, baby,” she did. Never had she screamed so loud. And he kept thrusting, kept pounding, kept moving in and out of her. Then his body buckled and he became overtaken with the same climax. It felt as though her body, her soul, had been forged with his in their shared desire. She had been captured by pleasure and satisfied beyond a shadow of doubt.
And when he shifted their bodies and rolled with her onto his side, she became overwhelmed. Her orgasms tonight had been so spectacular. And she could only thank Striker for that.
“We’ll take a nap,” he whispered in her ear while drawing her even closer to his side.
A nap? Margo figured it had to be past three in the morning. She yawned as he held her tenderly in his arms. A nap might not be such a bad idea after all.
*
THE DRIVER OF the black sedan pulled the car to the shoulder of the road, killed the ignition, opened the door and got out, inhaling the crisp mountain air before pulling the coat tighter. It had taken just a couple of drive-bys to get a feel for the best time to make a move. All the plans were falling into place rather nicely.
Looking up into the night’s sky, he was sure that snow would be falling by morning, although the moon and stars were out in full force. All in all, it was a beautiful night, and Margo Connelly needed to appreciate such nights while she could. When the time came, she would be taken care of.
A chuckle permeated the night’s air. This would be fun.