Page 25 of Spurred On

Her nipple gored his palm and he growled, tightened his hold. “God, I want you,” he muttered against her skin. She was warm, soft, perfumed. Her scent made his mind spin.

“I know.” She slid her hand between them and cupped his cock.

Holy fuck. He nearly came right then and there. It took everything in him to hold back. Because seriously, he wanted more. Needed more.

He yanked her lapels apart and stared down at her lace-covered breasts. It was dark, there in the corner, surrounded by the velvet curtains in a cocoon of passion, but he could see the contours of her breasts and the contrast of the black lace against her skin. It made his mouth water.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Yeah, it wasn’t skin to skin, but a guy had to take what he was offered. And apparently, she liked it, because she lifted her leg and curled it around his waist.

If that wasn’t encouragement, he didn’t know what was.

With shaking fingers, he undid the snaps on her jeans and slipped his hand inside.

She stilled and then, to his delight, spread her legs wider.

It was still a tight fit inside her jeans, but he worked his way closer and closer to heaven.

When he found what he was looking for, his whole body went on point.

Because she was wet. Ready.

Insanity howled through him. She was hot. For him.

He lifted his head and stared at her, as he worked at her hard nub.

God, she was beautiful like this, her lashes half closed, her lips parted, her face softened by pleasure. “Do you like this?” he asked as he rubbed her, circled her, teased her.

“Yes.” A huff. “Yes.”

“I like it too.” He shifted position so he could ease into her with two fingers and still stroke her clit with his thumb. He shuddered because she was tight and hot. Mercilessly, he played her.

She seized, shuddered, shook. He suspected it was an orgasm, but a man could never be too sure, so he kept at it, stroking her, nuzzling her, nipping at her hard nipples as she writhed and moaned and urged him on.

As she neared her crisis, she became louder. He didn’t remember that about her, but he could hardly complain. She was lost in her passion. Crazed and needy. Thank God Cade had put on some music for dancing that was loud enough to cover her cries.

Cody knew she was close. He could feel it in the torturous hold she had on his fingers, feel it in the hot, wet kiss of her body. He redoubled his efforts. He wanted nothing more than to make her come again and again, to break her apart, to set her afire.

But he was not prepared when it came. When she came.

She went wild.

Madly, she clutched at him. Holding him close. Whispering nonsense in his ear.

His fingers ached, but he didn’t care. Her body closed on him like a vise, but he didn’t care. She wailed in his ear at about a hundred decibels but he didn’t care.

He was with her all the way.

Well, except in one way. One very important way.

He knew he had her. Now. In this moment.

But he needed more.

If he was going to fuck her—which he absolutely intended to do—he needed to seal the deal. And he wouldn’t have a better opportunity than this.

He captured her gaze with his. “Spend the night with me.” He punctuated the offer with another light stroke against her clit. Her lids drooped. Her body twitched. She sighed.

Her answer came out in something of a wail. “We agreed on a kiss.”