She arched, biting her lip. It felt too damn good. But she needed more. “Hugh. Now.”
“You’re just getting ready.” Amusement and need darkened his tone as he stroked her. “And I’ve been dreaming of this for a decade.” Dropping to his knees, he manacled her thighs and drew her toward his mouth.
She fell back onto her elbows, her hair brushing the table.
This was decadent. Was the door even locked? The walls were thin, too.
Her thighs trembled. “I think that maybe we should go to the bed?”
“No. I deserve a treat, and you need to be ready for the night I have planned.” Then he licked her, his tongue swirling around her clit.
God. The rumors about him in college had been true. He was a master at this.
She let her head fall farther back.
His shoulders kept her open and exposed for him. He hummed softly against her clit, fucking her with two fingers. “Ah, baby. So sweet. And you are getting ready. All swollen and wet just for me.”
Her thighs quivered more.
An orgasm built inside her, roaring close.
“Try not to yell too loud,” he said, his heated breath torturing her clit. “They’ll come running in to see what the problem is.”
She groaned and bit her lip but couldn’t move. She was so damn close.
His big, callused fingers were killing her. She tried to dig her nails into the worn table and tightened her body. He worked her faster, his tongue magical, his fingers knowing just where to stroke.
Tension coiled inside her, driving up her need. He nipped her clit and she detonated, arching completely and moaning his name. He licked her, his fingers trapped inside as her sex clamped around them.
Her inner muscles trembled forever. Then she slowly came down.
God. “That was incredible.” She lowered her chin just as he lifted up, his gaze meeting hers between her thighs. It was the most intimate position she could even imagine, and yet, Hugh looked right. She smiled. “Your turn.”
He didn’t return the smile.
She sat up, and he helped her. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and heat filled her face. His erection was definitely straining against his worn jeans. She reached out and ran a finger down his hard length.
He sucked in air, his ripped abdomen muscles clenching.
She reached for his zipper.
“Wait.” He grabbed her hands, trapping them. “I can’t go on just pretending this is what it is. I don’t want to leave things like this, believe me, but I need more, Ellie Mae.”
She blinked and looked up at him. “What?”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “I’ve reached a point where I’m all or nothing. With you. Only you.”
What was he saying? “Hugh? The world is exploding.” Emptiness gnawed at her. She wanted him inside her. Now.
He nodded. “I know. But I’m a selfish bastard when there’s something I want, and I want you. For as long as I can have you. If you say yes tonight, yes to more, then we’re giving this thing a real chance. Hearts and flowers and all that shit.”
Her heart raced into motion. It was more than she’d even let herself dream about. Tension arced between them. “Okay.” There were probably better words. More emotional ones.
But that one seemed to do it for Hugh.
He lifted her by the waist and walked to the bed, ripping back the covers and setting her on the sheets. Red stained his high cheekbones, his chiseled features showing hunger. For her.
No matter how long she lived, she’d never forget that look in his eyes. That look just for her.
