She nodded, again.
“I think you owe me an apology, Natasha.” His use of her full name only added to the intensity of the moment along with his dark, but sparkling eyes.
He was as turned on by this as she was and clearly knew how to play his part.
Swallowing hard, her breasts began to heave and her nipples hardened, something his skimming gaze seemed to be aware of.
“Well?” He moved closer until his hips were pressed against her belly proving he was most definitely turned on, she could feel that.
“Sorry.”
His hand lifted up the skirt of her dress.
Gulping hard, Tasha knew if he dared move his hand higher he would feel how turned on she was, how much she wanted this, and him. The warmth and wetness emanating from between her thighs would betray exactly how she was feeling. Suddenly, she reconsidered whether he would send her away and humiliate her further by rejecting her in spite of the obvious desire and want, hers and his.
“Sorry, what?”
“Sorry Jame—Jim, sorry.” She corrected her use of his name while his hand moved higher, gripping her thigh firmly, but the sting of the pinching flesh excited her further still.
“Sorry for what?” His eyes burned into hers, daring her to drop her glance again.
“I am sorry for my smart mouth.” She almost whispered the words as his hand moved higher still. He couldn’t actually get any higher, there was nowhere else to go. She moaned when his hand paused.
“Good girl.”
He offered her a smile, one she returned, but then felt her pants moving under his fingers and instantly, almost instinctively she spread her legs and was rewarded with the sensation of fingers moving along her length. With a gasp, she felt them easily slide inside her.
“Oh, honey, so welcoming.” His whispered words danced against her ear causing her to whine and mewl. His fingers rewarded her response by moving, gently stroking her.
“Fuck,” she groaned, immediately feeling the effects of his fingers inside her, effects she never wanted to stop.
As quickly as he’d entered her, he removed his hand. Tracing his fingers back down her leg, he frowned.
“There’s that mouth again. I really will have to think of something to do with it.” He grinned, a broad, wolfish grin. Both of them knew exactly what he had in mind for her mouth, for all of her. He raised his hand to his face and to her absolute horror he inhaled the aroma that coated his fingers and smiled at her again. “You smell real good, honey.”
Tasha pushed her back firmly back against the wall, almost needing it to keep her upright. She’d never felt attraction like this, attraction to a stranger and although he could wield all kinds of influence over her life professionally, that really was the last thing on her mind. All thoughts she had were of the personal and intimate kind and he was the only thing she could think about; James, Jim, whichever. His name was almost irrelevant.
She watched on in disbelief, thankful for the presence of the wall holding her up as he inserted one finger into his mouth and sucked its length, long and hard.
“Oh my, you taste even better than you smell.” His eyes remained fixed on hers as his lips curved further into a dark smile that suggested he was preparing to push her boundaries with a challenge. “Open your smart mouth, honey.”
She obliged immediately, rising to the challenge, knowing exactly what it was likely to be so was in no way surprised when he inserted another finger into her mouth.
“Suck it, Tasha.”
She did as she was told and was shocked that this was such a turn on, tasting herself from his fingers. She’d definitely been right about him earlier,shit husband but a great shag.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he examined his own digits. “That’s better.” He moved his mouth to her ear where he began to whisper again, turning up the heat of her arousal. “You want me, don’t you? Here? Now?”
“Yes.” Her response was croaked hoarsely while she pressed herself against him eagerly.
“Me too, but not yet.”
Tasha had no idea why he was doing this, delaying what they’d both acknowledged they wanted but he continued by allowing his lips to barely skirt across hers. He scarcely grazed the pout of her lips, simply allowing his to hover over hers like the lightest of breezes whispering across a blade of grass.
She desperately tried to capture them. Her attempts were futile as he moved them down her jaw, neck and chest. He teased and taunted her with the promise of what he might do next. Through her dress he nibbled at her breasts. Her hard aching nipples made her moan and then he stopped. Panic rose in Tasha as she wondered if he might be about to open the door and make her go through it. Relief replaced panic when she observed him fall to his knees. She gazed down, clenching every muscle in her body as she watched him. He slowly traced a path up her legs until his fingers were entwined with her wet pants.
“Still very welcoming, honey.” He unleashed his fingers once more.
