“Really?” He smiled. “I definitely want a piece...but not of your mind. I want this,” he said, and ignoring her gasp, he released one of his hands to reach under her dress to the apex of her thighs. It wasn’t his imagination—he was certain her thighs parted to give him easy access.
Her heart was thumping hard. He felt it against his chest. He also felt the stiff nipples pressing against him. So why was she trying to fight what they both wanted? He leaned in close and began licking the side of her neck and collarbone. “Missed me?”
“Hell, no!”
He used his fingers to push her thong aside to get to her womanly folds. “You didn’t miss me?” he asked again, inserting his fingers inside her and going straight for her clit. Her breathing against his ear changed, but between one bated breath and the next, she managed to say, “No.”
Oh, so she wants to play hard to get, does she? He leaned in and captured her lips, sliding his tongue easily into her mouth and then kissing her the way she liked, the way she’d always enjoyed. His tongue moved around her mouth, reacquainting itself with areas he’d grown to love, craved to taste. Then she decided to join in the play, tangling her tongue with his, sucking on it in a way that made his shaft throb, while his fingers continued to massage. Her juices wetting his fingers were telling him what her mouth refused to admit.
But he would try one more time. He broke off the kiss, kept stroking her while he stared at her and asked in a deep, husky whisper, “You missed me?”
He felt her shiver, saw the stubborn look in her gaze, and when she used her tongue to provocatively lick her lips, the throb in his shaft turned to an ache.
“It depends,” she said, lifting her chin in defiance.
“On what?” Stroking her intimately was causing her scent to invade his nostrils, reminding him of what he’d gone more than seven days without. What he so desperately wanted now.
“On whether you missed me.”
Hell, yes, he had missed her. He could honestly say he had never missed any woman like this before and definitely wouldn’t confess to one if he had. But he would confess to Jules because, damn it, he had missed her. Not just the sex, but her. Seeing her, talking to her, touching her, holding her...
“Well?”
He stared deep into her eyes, holding tightly to the darkness of her irises. “Yes, I missed you. And just so you don’t doubt my words, let me prove just how much.”
He removed his hand from beneath her dress and while she stared at him, he licked the wet fingers, inserting each one into his mouth and voraciously sucking on them before licking them clean. And then he clutched her close and leaned in to kiss her again, taking her mouth like a hungry person, feasting on her tongue like it would be his last chance to ever do so. She returned the kiss with as much hunger as he. As their moans mingled, the sound seeped into his being, the same way her scent was doing, firing him up, making him want her even more.
He withdrew from the kiss and pushed the jacket from her shoulders. He went for the buttons of her dress with lust driving his fingers. When he revealed a sexy red bra, he smiled. His favorite color. He would appreciate her wearing it later, but now he was driven to taste her and undid the front clasp of her bra, watching with ravenous eyes as her breasts spilled free. The tip of his tongue tingled when his gaze latched on to her nipples, dark, hard and luscious-looking. With a growl from deep in his throat, he lowered his head to slide one rigid peak between his lips, and then he began sucking in earnest.
“Dalton...”