“Strawberry, right?” His question was soft. “Simple, but seductive.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Every sensation was something new to lose herself in, and she wasn’t sure which to give her attention to next.
He brushed the bottom of her breast. Temperature rising, she gasped and pressed closer to his body. Wetness grew between her legs at the feeling of his hard cock against her butt. He was as turned on as she was—the realization amped her desire another notch.
He squeezed gently until he reached her nipple. He pinched the hard nub through her dress, increasing the pressure as her moans grew louder.
She grasped a fistful of skirt when she couldn’t find anything else to hold onto. He glided his free hand down her bare arm, covered her fist, and then continued lower. He inched the fabric up until his fingers reached the outside of her thigh.
“You have no idea…” He pulled her skirt higher, nails raking lightly up her skin. “…how hard it was to concentrate at dinner, knowing you were waiting for me.”
It took focus to form words, but she managed to find her voice. “I have a little bit of an idea.”
Still sliding her dress up, he reached her waist. The air caressed her now-exposed leg, and she shivered at the contrast with his hot touch. He squeezed her tit. The hint of pain mingled with pleasure, and tore a moan from her throat. Letting go of the edge of her dress, he sought out her mound with his fingers, and rubbed through her panties. She shifted her weight to bring herself closer to his hand.
He kissed along the back of her neck. “Is this what you want?” He shoved the thin, cotton crotch aside. His groan mingled with her gasp when he touched her slit. “God, you wax? I love these surprises.”
She didn’t have a reply. All her attention was on his hands, and her breathing grew shallow.
His fingers dipped between her folds. “And you’re so wet.”
Her back arched when he found her clit.
“There?” He placed a finger on either side of the swollen button.
She nodded. Speaking was beyond her grasp right now. He worked his hands in rhythm tweaking her nipple and stroking her sex. She wrapped a hand around his left arm, nails digging in. His pace stayed steady, almost maddeningly so. Enough to build a solid rush inside, but not grant her release.
She bit the inside of her cheek, torn between covering his hand with hers to pick up the rhythm and seeing how much longer she could sink into the delicious sensation. She hovered on the edge of climax, and her mind fuzzed.
“You’re so intoxicating.” His hot breath teased her skin. He kissed along her neck again, harder than before, nipping and then sucking the tender flesh. The sharp new sting rolled through her, and her hips bucked in response. He increased his speed on her clit, rubbing harder at the same time.
The various points of contact—pleasure, pain, teasing, kissing, prompting—tore an orgasm from her and stole her breath. She was only vaguely aware of her cries as she came. She rocked in time with him, pulling away when the touch became too much. He slowed his attentions and eased off, but didn’t let go of her.
Her legs wobbled, and his hands moved to her stomach to hold her upright while drawing her against his chest. She struggled to find her breath.
He kissed along the edge of her ear, voice low. “I want you unable to stand when I’m done.” He slid his fingers up her arms, raising goose bumps and then pointed her toward the doors at the far end of the living room. “Right or left bedroom?”
“Left.” She was surprised she managed even the simple word. How had he done that to her?
He nudged her forward and then into the guest bedroom. They stopped just short of the bed, and he whirled them both, so she faced him, her back to the bed. She reached up to loosen his tie then pulled it over his head, keeping her head tilted back enough to look him in the eye.
“Not so fast. What if we need that?” He grabbed her wrist, and a new shock of want flooded her.
“For…?” She trailed off as his meaning sank in, and a heat filled her cheeks. Surrendering that kind of control to him opened up an entirely new wave of doubt. “Oh.”
He took it from her and set it on the nightstand. “Maybe not tonight.” He winked.
The teasing was enough to make her fumble when she started at the top of his shirt to undo his buttons, but she managed to unfasten them without too much trouble. Seconds later, he stood shirtless in front of her.
He looked good. How did someone who spent all their time in an office and on the road have that kind of wiry definition in their chest? She traced her fingers along the muscle, memorizing each line.
He inhaled sharply, tangled his fingers with hers, and moved his other hand to her back, holding her tight.