“Yes.”
“Good,” he whispered, and the immediate joining of their mouths kept them from saying any more. She’d suffer a sexual hypothermia if he withdrew his hands from massaging her back, his tongue from swirling with hers, his cock from poking against the apex of her thighs. Hinting at what they both craved. Needed.
“Now.” She touched his chest, her palm gliding over the hard muscles, and slid her hand down, pausing briefly at the tight confines of his waistband, then into his boxer briefs. She found his massive delicious cock, and fisted it, clasping her fingers around the vibrating veins, feeling the rush of blood surging through them. Right or wrong, Jack Canyon wanted her badly.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes. If she had her way, soon he’d worm out of those clothes and take her, like he used to in the past. Oh if she had herway—
“Not now,” he said roughly.
In complete control, he grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from his jeans. With one swift movement he laid her down on the table. She spread her legs a bit, ready to hook him between them and address the painful thump beating throughher.
He covered her body with his, kissing her into submission, hovering his hand over her, brushing her breasts through the silky material. Arching toward him, she grasped his hair, deepening the kiss, showing with her tongue and lips her urgency. He left her mouth and began to kiss her neck, his hot tongue sliding over her flushed skin. She moaned.
She stretched her hand to reach for his length. He stopped her midway and held both of her hands above her head. After kissing her breasts over her dress, he dipped his head lower, the sensation of his mouth over the silk making her burn from her scalp to her curling toes. Letting go of her wrists, he ventured lower, and when he removed her lacy G-string, her sex clenched in anticipation.
She closed her eyes, and bit her folded index finger. He planted small kisses on her thighs, each time breathing closer to the center. “Jack.”
The stroke of his tongue on her pussy made her lift her arms above her head, seeking support on the edge of the table. His tongue delved into her wetness, and he began to brush it in the part of her tingling for release. She squirmed, grasping the edges harder, her head moving from side to side as he captured her completely in his mouth, savoring her, rubbing her tender aching flesh.
He plunged two fingers inside her, mimicking with his digits and tongue what his cock would do later. The pressure began to build and stir. Her inner muscles clenched and throbbed for a couple of glorious seconds, followed by the release. Pleasure sent her into a swirl of sensations.
He pulled her to him, with a scorching kiss that put her right where she was about a second ago. She held him tight, cruising her hands over his chest, the anxiety to get him naked growing. Not the only thing growing, she smiled, his cock straining againsther.
She raised her gaze to meet his, and found an implacable determination in them. Were the sparkling ripples of turquoise blue really necessary when it was obvious she’d handed him her pride, along with her betrayingbody?
Is he going to walk away? Her heart slammed against her rib cage. He closed the gap between them again, taking her mouth with ferocity, the kiss a punishment for what she had noidea.
He snaked his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around him. If sex was their sole common ground, why not indulge for just one night?
