He pushed his hand between them, adjusting himself. His knuckles brushed her mound, intimate and sending a flare of heat through her abdomen.
“You think about it a lot, too, hmm?” His mouth curled with wicked triumph. “That day in my office?” He turned his hand to cup her there, flexing his grip while his other hand skimmed her thigh then pressed her tailbone, encouraging her to press deeper into his palm. “Have you been aching for this?”
“Yes.” Shattering tingles washed through her. She bit her lip, whimpering. Pressing. Struggling to finish spreading his shirt when her spine was beginning to melt.
She flowed down onto him, seeking the warm brush of his skin against her own. A kiss.
“Careful.” He pushed his head into the pillow and set his hand against her collarbone, holding her off from pressing her mouth to his. “I have orders not to smudge. Which is going to happen if you’re wet…”
He caressed her nape beneath the fall of her hair while he ran his amused, nibbling lips into her throat, sending shivers down her front so her breasts grew full and heavy. His other hand was still cradling the heat at her core, holding her in a delicious trap of sensuality.
Everything in her tightened, seekingmore. She wanted him to roll her beneath him, but this was a game for him now, seducing her by delicate degrees—a scrape of his teeth at the edge of her jaw, the shift of his strong thighs pushing her legs wider so she sat deeper on his palm. The slide of his finger beneath the placket of silk to search out slick, slippery flesh that welcomed his exploring touch.
She moaned. For a long few minutes it was just that, her braced on shaking arms, enjoying the nibble of his lips in her throat and the caress of his touch.
“Bring this up to me,” he said in a rasp when she began to dance her hips.
“What?” She blinked at him, dazed with lust.
He caught the lace against her hip and tugged. “Hold on to the headboard. Let me taste you.”
It was utter debauchery, but the glitter of carnality in his eyes matched the needy hunger that gripped her. She shifted, allowing him to guide her into position and brush the silk placket aside and lick into the heart of her.
A guttural groan of pure wantonness left her.
His wicked hands moved over her, brushing her thighs and cradling her buttocks, shaping her breasts and holding her hips to encourage her to rock and seek and take her pleasure to the fullest.
In a sudden rush, a wave lifted her and crested, throwing her into a glorious maelstrom of pleasure, one that had her crying out in abandon.
Then, as she was still trembling and tingling and trying to catch her breath, he slid from beneath her and rose behind her.
“Don’t move.” She heard his zip and the rustle of his clothes. “Stay right there,” he growled. His hand joined hers on the headboard, pinning one in place.
The rough fabric of his trousers arrived between her thighs. The cool teeth of his fly scored the underside of her buttock and she felt the graze of his knuckle as he guided his swollen tip against the pulsing, exposed flesh between her thighs.
She arched in welcome, moving her knees, offering. Inviting.
“Hold still,mi reina. I don’t want to move a hair out of place—” His voice was lost in a ragged groan as he filled her with one slow thrust.
A fresh moan of joy left her, one of pleasure and luxury and homecoming.
“Gently, now,” he whispered, palm splaying on her stomach then sliding downward. “Hold tight. Stay still.”
He moved with disciplined power. While one hand slipped her bra strap off her shoulder, and his mouth branded her skin, his other hand caressed the soaked flesh clinging to the pistoning thickness of his. Within moments, she was sobbing in renewed joy, close, so close to breaking again.
“Wait for me.” He slowed his touch. His strokes. “Wait. I’ll tell you when.”
She clenched the headboard in her hands. Clenched her eyes tight and clenched on him as she arched, held on the pinnacle in the most exquisitely fiendish way.
“Please, Joaquin,” she sobbed. “Please now.”
“Now.” He clasped her hips and drove deep, shouting in triumph behind her.
Chapter Fourteen
After two whirlwind parties, one at LVG and another in Barcelona for ProFab, they flew to Marbella in the south of Spain.
Joaquin had been ridiculously proud to have been seen with Siobhan’s fingers laced between his own. She was beautiful, charming and graceful on the dance floor, making such evenings far more pleasant than they’d been in the past. He had anticipated some side-eye over the fact he was dating his employee, but an HR memo had circulated, explaining they had had a “brief relationship prior to the takeover.” It was enough that any gossip about them had fizzled quickly.
