She continued to stroke his cock and he wasn’t sure what he wanted more, for her to keep touching him, or to sink deep into her willing body.
“I still don’t know what to say so I’m not going to say anything,” she said on a moan, her hand moving with fervor.
“And yet you said something.” Erik rocked into her touch, his cock screaming for fulfillment. He was taken aback by the desperate need that fired his blood yet helpless to curb the desire.
“Then you’ll need to kiss me to shut me up,” she said. Her amusement faded and was replaced by a gentler expression, less guarded. Vulnerable. Belle always came across strong and confident. This vulnerable side of her was just as intriguing as the professional woman.
“I can do that.” Her lips were swollen and he took the kiss to a deeper level, absorbing the flavors of woman and want. He yielded to the searing need that had been brewing in him for years. She’d been a work crush. His ongoing flirtation with her was something he’d looked forward to every time he went to the agency. Hands on her hips, he guided his cock into her pussy. She’d been a work crush and now she was lying beneath him, every inch of sultry woman receptive to his touch.
Belle was tight and wet, a pull to his already heightened senses. Velvety pupils with irises flecked gold, met his stare. He could lose himself in her gaze and never regret it. Hips raised, she bent her legs and licked her lips. Desire sparked in her eyes, begging for more. She had many facets, ones he had yet to uncover. He had a feeling that even if he knew her for a lifetime, he’d still learn something new about her. It made the prospect of a future even more alluring.
And even less obtainable. She wasn’t in it for the long haul and neither was he. The show had brought the idea of long-term commitment to the forefront of his mind but it wasn’t real. It was an illusion that would be shattered once he went back to the real world. For now, he’d simply pretend.
He caught her mouth, his tongue exploring the honeyed depths while he sunk ever deeper into her snug sheath. He wasn’t a small man and he didn’t want to hurt her. She took in every inch of him, her breath increasing. One smooth arm drifted over his shoulders, holding him tight. The sensations began to build in earnest, the blood pounding through his veins. At twenty-four, he had the whole world to conquer and time was his to waste. But every second he’d spent with Belle was precious.
Erik withdrew from her mouth enough to caress her lips in a series of light kisses. After the first time he’d kissed a girl in junior high school, he was hooked. While sex was the ultimate goal, kissing his way to that outcome had been his favorite form of foreplay. Women liked to be kissed and he liked kissing them. Belle’s breath came in pants, warm and addicting. He didn’t want to rush it, but prolong the experience. Sinking ever deeper into her pussy, he had a hard time maintaining control. He was determined to savor the time spent in her arms but it was hard when he wanted her so bad, he ached. His kiss became more frantic, his hips rolling in tandem with hers. This wasn’t the first time he’d had sex but it was definitely the most memorable. Because Belle was unforgettable.
She gripped his ass, her nails biting into the flesh. Satiny legs wrapped around his waist, her flat belly flush with his. Her kisses turned desperate, matching his own. He drifted a hand between their bodies, caressing her engorged clit. The slick heat of her desire wrapped his cock in a sensual cocoon. She bucked beneath him. The low, throaty moan that escaped her lips was absorbed by his own.
Satisfied that he’d made her come once more, he pounded into her giving body, the orgasm ripping through his cock and encompassing his entire being. Heart hammering, he buried his nose in the curls at her neck, forearms holding his weight from crushing her. She caressed his nape, the earthy scent of her intoxicating. He wanted to keep her here for the foreseeable future. To be able to touch her at will.
Lust or an ever-growing emotion had taken hold of his mind. Why her? Why Belle? He lifted his head and met her liquid eyes. Because she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Caressing her jaw with his thumb, he kissed her once more. He never considered himself the sentimental sort but he’d remember this moment. Passion had faded but need still lay beneath the surface. Her lips were pliant, the sultry feel of her generous body beneath his adding to the intimacy that surrounded them.
The lights flickered and then came on, the harshness throwing everything into sharp focus, highlighting the woman of his dreams. He’d always had it bad for her and instead of tonight lessening his desire, it was increased twofold.
He had a huge problem and her name was Belle.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Man, did they have every light in the house turned on?” Erik rolled off Belle and sat up. His back to her, he snatched up his jeans and slipped them on.
“Apparently.” She grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, his shirt. Pulling on the oversized garment, she tried to get her mind wrapped around what had transpired. Well, that really wasn’t too difficult to figure out. She wanted to have sex with him and she did. They were two mature adults and she wished she could say she had no regrets. But she had one. One very big one.
He hopped to his feet, the muscles of his back flexing. She’d explored that body and she ached to do so again. That was the problem with good sex. No, not good. Great sex. He held out his hand and she took it. The bright lights stripped her of her confidence and she was aware of being naked beneath the shirt. How to get out of this predicament without sounding dismissive. If her car was working, she could leave.
Legs shaky, she dropped his hand and snatched up her t-shirt and jeans, tucking her underwear into a pocket. Awkwardness hung heavy between them. What to say. What to say. “This is a nice place.”
“Yes, it is.” He raked a hand through his hair and settled his palm behind his neck. “I guess I should show you to your room.”
“That would be good.” Wow, this was bad. “I—"
“I—" he said at the same time.
She shook her head and pressed her lips together. His nearness was overwhelming. He projected energy and power that attracted her even more. If that were possible. “I was about to say we should probably talk.”
He cocked one brow, a trace of a smile playing across his lips. Lips she’d kissed and had taken her passion from a flame to a full out fire. “I’m going to let you start.”
Mixed feels surged through her. Her feelings toward him were confusing. What had happened to the resolved women from earlier in the evening? She’d caved at a kiss. “Coward.”
He touched his forehead in a mock salute. “Guilty as charged.”
She scrambled to articulate what she needed to say. The situation was delicate due to the constraints of the show, and her own indecisiveness. How had she gotten herself stuck in something so complicated? “They’ll notice my car on the road.”
“True. I’ll call a tow truck.” He scratched at his jaw, brow furrowed. “Maybe we can get them out here before anyone notices.”
Crap, she couldn’t afford to have the car fixed but she couldn’t leave it where it was. “That’s not going to work. They’ll have us on camera, since the entire property has them.” A thought occurred and she swallowed, glancing around. “This place will have cameras.”
He stretched his arm and massaged the cap of his shoulder. Sinew shifted under smooth skin. Tall, handsome with a kickass body, it was no wonder she’d given in to her base needs.
