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“Harder,” she moaned, dropping her hand to cover his.
“Keep your hands on the glass, Fliss. Or I’ll stop.” That was a lie. There was no possible way he wanted to stop. He wanted to fondle her until she broke, but he needed to stay in control. If she started running things, this would be over in a short minute.
He nearly lost it anyway when she dutifully set her hand back on the glass and he glimpsed the way she bit her lips in contrition. Damn, he wanted to kiss that mouth of hers.
But her obedience had granted him permission to continue having his way with her.
With a growled noise of approval, he straightened enough to gather her skirt with both hands until he could burrow beneath the silk to thighs that trembled at his first touch. He stroked all over the warm skin, everywhere that he could reach, from thighs to buttocks to lower back, then forward to her stomach and back down to her thighs.
Her ass wore a V-shaped slash of silver lace held up by three narrow bands of midnight blue strung across her hips. The delicate lace trapped his hand when he slid his touch inside the front. Her plump mound was like holding heaven. She moaned and stepped her feet farther apart, pressing into his touch, all slick and hungry and helpless to her own desires. When she rocked against his fingers, coating them in her essence, he felt omnipotent.
“I want you like this,” he said in a guttural voice he barely recognized. “I want to be inside you right here. Like this.”
He wanted a thousand other things, too. He wanted his mouth here where his fingers were making her whimper. He wanted her tongue in his mouth and her naked body riding his. He wanted their sweaty bodies contorting into every lewd act he could think of, but right now, heneededto be inside her.
Miraculously, she dipped her lower back and lifted her hips with invitation.
“Yes. I want that, too.”
Felicity had thought she was waiting for love. For romance. For commitment and a sense of a future with a man. She didn’t look down on women who engaged in casual sex, but she had never imagined it was for her. Until now.
Until this man made her feel that walking away without seeing where this could go would be cheating herself in some way. Even in the elevator, as she’d recognized how effortlessly he made clear this was a one-night stand, she had sensed that if she didn’t seize this chance to be with him, even for a few hours, she would regret it.
And here she was, regretting nothing, despite behaving in a way that was so flagrant it bordered on debauchery. She was letting him touch her in very intimate ways. He was commanding her to keep her hands on the glass, and she did it because she needed to have sex with him or she would die. Literallydie. That was how it felt.
When he removed his hand from her tanga, she moaned in loss. But she could feel the brush of his knuckles against her backside as he released himself from his fly.
The hot weight of his erection sat against the lace that descended into the crease of her buttocks. In the glass, she saw him bite the edge of a small square packet.
“I like your underwear,” he told her as he covered himself with the condom. “You’ll have to bill me for the replacement.”
Before she processed what he meant, the thin cords at her hips snapped and they fell away.
“Oh.” The sad sob in her throat turned into a more carnal“Oh”as he swept his touch all over the flesh he’d bared, reigniting the fires of need inside her.
Then he was guiding the thick crown of his erection to explore those same slick, eager places, seeking her entrance. Prodding.
She bit her lip, tensing. She’d only done this once before, literally once. Would it hurt the same way?
The pressure increased, hinting at discomfort, but she was so wet and he was so gradual, giving light pulses of his hips as he rolled his fingertip around the swollen knot of her clit. He teased her into relaxing and accepting the unfamiliar intrusion.
At the last moment, she instinctually arched, and that was it. He slid all the way in so his hips were flush against her buttocks. The fabric of his trousers was an abrasion against the backs of her thighs. His steely shape stretched and filled her so she quivered at the thoroughness of his possession.
His hands clasped her hips, holding her steady. His breath hissed, then he leaned over her and his teeth opened against her nape, threatening to bite before he turned it into a hot, wet suckle that had her toes curling in her shoes.
She didn’t know how to make sense of all these sensations. The combination of hot arousal and erotic titillation and the wildness of the whole experience was overwhelming, quelling her ability to think. She simplywas.
He started to move, and the magnitude of the experience exploded.
Waves of pleasure rolled up and down her body with the slide of his hand across her naked torso. The retreat and return of his lovemaking was carnal and raw and so delicious she couldn’t help making animalistic noises of pleasure. She was an animal. She’d been caught in the forest by a potential mate, and that was what they were doing. Mating. It was earthy and primal and pure.
“Can you come like this?” he asked against her ear. “Or do you need...” His long fingers swept to the front of her thighs again. He caressed where he was moving with slow, deliberate power, then higher, plucking at her swollen clit.
A storm gathered within her. She couldn’t speak because all the energy in the universe had shrunk to a fine point inside her. All that existed was the astounding pleasure coiling in her loins, gathering.
In rough desperation, she pushed herself backward into his thrusts, increasing the impact of his hips.
He grunted in surprise. One hand shifted to bite into her waist, and the speed of his thrusts increased. His hips slapped her buttocks, and the nucleus of need inside her detonated, expanding outward like a supernova.
