He nipped the skin on my neck again like he could not stop himself from giving me pleasure or pain, whichever it was. “Oh, you are the temptress I have been praying for and dreading all my life.”
He yanked his hand out of my panties, and my hips jerked, trying to follow his fingers.
The plane was mostly level by then, flying in the night.
I squirmed, turning where I sat between his legs. My gown was tangled around my legs, but I kicked it, and then my hands were on his chest, yanking at his white tie and untangling it.
“Lexi—” he whispered.
I plucked at his tiny shirt buttons, yanking open the fine fabric, until I could slide my hand on his tee shirt inside and lean to nip at the tattooed skin on his shoulder like he’d been doing to me.
His arms crushed around me, his breath harsh in his throat. “Lexi, I’m not a criminal, but you can’tteaseme like this. It’storture.”
I wrested the bottom of his tee shirt from where it was tucked into his waistband and slipped my hand underneath, his abs working like a corded bellows under my fingers.
He stretched, lifting his arm above his head and grabbing onto the countertop, then arched his back as I wrapped my other arm around his waist and pushed my body and breasts against him.
He grabbed my ass, his fingers clutching, his abandon altogether different than when he’d been pleasuring me.
I crawled up his body sprawled against the galley cabinets and whispered, “Teach me.”
His dark hair was mussed and falling down over his forehead. “Lexi, we can’t. Ican’t.”
I pulled my hand away from his clenching stomach and reached for his hand on the backside of my gown, lifting it to my mouth to suck his thumb.
He watched me, his gaze sharpening, his light blue eyes riveted on my mouth locked around his thumb.
I swirled my tongue over his fingertip.
Nicolai slipped out from behind me. I rolled backward a little bit, but he was already catching my hand and lifting me to my feet before he bent and swept my legs out from under me, carrying me toward the conference table.
One of the wide chairs had swiveled outward, probably from the acceleration of takeoff, and Nicolai dropped into a half squat and then sat heavily in it, sitting me on his lap and then shoving my legs between his and pushing on my shoulders.
I slithered down his chest and legs and was a puddle on the floor at his feet.
“Open your mouth.”
I blinked, and my lips parted.
“You wanted to learn?” he snarled. “You wanted me to teach you? Then open your mouth, angel, because I am going to fucking die if I don’t have your mouth.”
I dropped my jaw a little farther so my mouth was wide in an O.
He gathered my hair in a thick handful at the nape of my neck, pulling down to rock my head back to look up into his eyes. “This is okay.”
It sounded like a command, and his jaw bulged as he ground his teeth, but his gaze into my eyes was serious.
I nodded, still keeping my mouth wide open like he should aim down my throat.
Yes, it was okay. Yes, I wanted to learn.
Yes, I wanted to know how to do things to him to make him as helpless as I had been in his hands.
“Fuck,” he growled and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with one hand, holding the back of my head by the thick wad of my hair in his hand.
He yanked his pants and underwear away from his cock, already weeping clear droplets, and he was dragging me by the back of my head toward it and shoved it in my mouth and throat.
The stiff hardness of his cock and the faint wet salt of those drops sliding against my tongue and inside my mouth and throat was as sensuous as a deep kiss, and he slowly lowered my head down and then up on him.
