She felt his smile against her neck, just seconds before she felt his tongue as he began to lick her. The contact with her skin made her shiver, and all she could think about at that moment was that T-shirt he’d worn last week. I lick.
“You taste good,” he murmured huskily as the tip of his tongue slid from her neck toward the underside of her ear. And then he used his teeth to gently nibble her there. “I want to taste you all over, but first I need to get inside you.”
“Don’t I have something to say about that?” she asked, trying not to home in on the feel of his solid chest pressed against her back.
His chuckle made her entire body tremble. “What do you want to say?”
“That you should never underestimate a woman who needs to get laid.”
In a quick movement, she broke free of his hold and in a few seconds flat, he was on the floor staring stunned up at her. She smiled. “Maybe I should have warned you about all those self-defense classes I took in college.”
“Yes, maybe you should have,” he said, shifting from his back to his side. Knowing he was trying to look under her dress, she spread her legs to stand over his body to make sure he got a good view. “See something you want, Dalton?”
“Plenty,” he said, reaching his hand upward, under her dress. Pushing past her thong, he used his fingers to stroke the area between her legs. He moved beyond her womanly folds to massage her clit.
“Beginning with this.”
She fought back a moan. His touch was causing a weakness in her knees, and she was wet, true evidence that she definitely needed to be laid. Deciding to waste no more time, she eased her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Except for her thong, she was naked since she hadn’t worn a bra.
“I wanted to rip that damned thing off you the moment I saw you,” he grumbled, while his hand continued to stir her wetness.
“If you buy the dress, you can rip it off. But since my money paid for it, you can’t—”
That’s as far as she got. In a movement she hadn’t seen coming, Dalton was back on his feet and grabbing her around her waist. Whatever words of protest she was about to say evaporated from her lips when he buried his head in her chest, and his tongue latched on to a breast, kissing it hungrily. She couldn’t do anything at that moment but writhe in pleasure and moan in satisfaction, especially when his fingers ripped her thong off her body. He eased his mouth from her nipple long enough to say, “I don’t give a damn who bought those. They were coming off.”
And then he was backing her naked body back toward the table. Not fair, she thought, since he still had on his clothes, and she was completely naked. “Not so fast,” she said when the backs of her legs hit a chair. “One of us still has clothes on.” She then reached up and began popping buttons from his dress shirt, trying to get it off him.
“What were you saying a few minutes ago about ripping off someone’s clothes when you didn’t pay for them?”
Instead of a comeback, her fingers were fast at work at his fly. He’d lowered his zipper earlier, but what she wanted was still in hiding.
“You keep this up and I’m going to think you want me, Jules.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Need some help?” He leaned over and murmured close to her ear, before using his tongue to swipe the side of her face, while his hands fondled her breasts.
“No, I got this,” she said as she captured the engorged hardness of his sex in her hand. He was big. Super big. Thick. Mighty thick. And hard. Magnificently hard. She’d dreamed many nights of her hands and her mouth on this. She had also dreamed of this being inside her.
“Need condom,” he murmured in a guttural groan.
“Not yet.” She glanced down at his erection, jutting proudly from a dark thatch of curls, and began stroking him. She loved the feel of his shaft beneath her fingers, especially the thickness of the veins running along the sides of it. The head was swollen and felt warm in her hands.