Barenaked Jane. Deanna Lee
an attractive man, and I’m not immune to that.” My body was humming like my favorite vibrator, and I figured he knew it.
He smiled briefly and lifted his hand from my breast. “Tell me to leave.”
I wasn’t going to tell him to leave and he damn well knew it. I pressed my thighs together and held firm against the wall as I watched his face. He was amazing, and I wanted to wrap myself around him and not let go for days. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He laughed softly, his dark brown eyes lit with amusement. “I’m thinking that my theory about this weekend could be slightly flawed.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, but I’m willing to take the risk.”
“Why?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know his answer. Especially since I was nowhere near figuring out why I was so willing to take the risk of getting sexually involved with a man I barely knew and would be required to interact with on a business level in the very near future.
“Because you’ve got me all twisted and confused.”
“And you think that fucking me would solve that?” Hell, I didn’t care what it solved. I wanted him, and everything else be damned.
“I think that fucking you repeatedly as often as I’m capable for the next two days would go a long way toward solving my problem.”
I was barely clothed and burning up. My nipples were tight and already aching as if he’d had his mouth on them. I pressed my lips together as I considered what I knew was coming. Sex is good. Sex, in fact, could be the best part of being alive. There had never been a time in my life when I’d denied myself, and I figured I was nowhere near starting such an atrocious habit.
“Invite me into your bed.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. I leaned briefly into him, unwilling to end the soft and alluring contact of his mouth on mine. “I need you to say it.”
“Why?” I tilted my head and looked over his face, looking for anything that would make his motives more clear.
“Because I need to know I’m playing this game with a woman. You’re not a shy little virgin with a head full of candlelit rooms and sheets covered in rose petals.” He moved in closer. “Are you one of those women who needs that?”
“No. I’m not. I don’t need empty promises and lies.”
“I know.” He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me again. “Just looking at you makes me hard.”
Every woman has a breaking point, and that is mine. “It just so happens that I have a place designed to take care of that problem.”
“Tell me about it.”
I laughed and slipped underneath his arm. With a smile, I reached out and offered him my hand. His fingers slid against my palm, and I tugged gently. “It’s hot and wet and tight.”
“Tight?”
“Yeah.” We moved down the hall toward my bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked into my bedroom, and suddenly I felt like prey. His gaze was consuming me, and he looked like a tiger ready to pounce. “I do those exercises.”
“If you expect me to be even remotely gentle with you, you’ll shut up now,” he murmured through clenched teeth.
I let go of his hand, turned around, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. “What makes you think I want you to be gentle?”
I slid onto the bed and watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and pushed off his shoes at the same time. My mouth literally watered at the sight of him. He was beautifully cut and sculpted…like he spent ten hours a day working out. I watched him pull his belt away and then work his jeans around an impressive erection.
My thighs clamped together of their own volition when he finally freed his cock. He was probably close to nine inches long, but it was his width that gave me pause. I thought with some seriousness that I wouldn’t be able to wrap my hand completely around it. I absolutely couldn’t wait to try.
He pulled several condoms out of his jeans pocket, dropped them on the dresser, and rested one knee on the bed. “Last chance.”
I spread my legs and leaned back on my hands. “Come here.”
He moved completely onto the bed and then between my legs. I watched him pause as if he weren’t quite sure what he wanted to do, then he leaned down and placed the softest kiss I’ve ever known between my breasts. I gasped softly and let my head fall back as his mouth drifted to one breast.
I sucked in a breath and stiffened my arms to keep from falling completely back on the bed as he pulled my aching nipple into his mouth with firm, determined lips. His teeth brushed against me, and I arched upward. I needed more. Wanted more, and I really didn’t know how to say it. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted more of.
He released my nipple and covered my mouth with his in a rush of movement that left me breathless. I wrapped my arms around him as he lowered me to the bed. The warm heat of his body against mine felt perfect. Mathias pressed his cock against my labia and rocked gently against my wet flesh. The friction was delicious, just as amazing as his mouth on mine.
I slid my tongue between his lips, and he groaned against the intrusion. I loved the sound of it and wrapped my legs around his waist. He lifted his mouth from mine and met my gaze as he continued to rub his cock against my clit. The silky wet movement was just enough to be both soothing and frustrating at the same time.
My legs fell from his hips as he lifted away and then moved down. “Don’t tease.”
He laughed softly, spread my legs wider with firm hands, and lowered his head to my pussy. His tongue teased at my folds briefly before he brushed over my clit. I arched deeply up off the bed and fisted my hands into the blanket beneath me.
Helpless against the pressure of his tongue, I relaxed on the bed as much as I could and shuddered against each tantalizing stroke. He pressed his tongue against my entrance and then slid in. The shallow penetration forced me to lift my hips upward against his mouth.
“Mathias?”
He lifted his head and glanced me over before he turned his head and kissed the inside of my thigh. “Yes?”
“Your cock isn’t the only thing you’ve got going for you,” I explained weakly, suddenly at a loss for anything real to say.
Every graze of his skin against mine sent a rush of excitement over me. The feeling was addictive and so very seductive.
He sat back on his heels and reached for a condom. “Looking at you makes me hurt.”
I watched in silence as he freed a condom and rolled it into place. Restless, I moved my hands across my nipples and then downward over my rib cage. Since he was watching me intently, I spread my legs wider and slid one hand down to cover my pussy. My fingers slid over my clit just once before he grabbed my hand and lifted it away.
“Trust me. I won’t leave you hanging.” He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the palm before he released it.
Laughing softly, I relaxed on the bed and let him have his way. He pushed the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance, and I lifted my hips against him. As wet as I was, my body still protested the penetration. One hand drifted down my leg to my knee, then he lifted my leg up against his hip.
“Easy.” He kissed my lips softly as he came to rest on top of me. “Relax.”
I nodded abruptly and tried to relax against the intrusion of his cock. “I want this.”
“Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
I arched against him as he pushed deeper into me. “So said the man hung like a horse.”
He laughed, and the gentle sound of it was a relief. “Am I hurting you?”