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“I can’t tell you no,” she finally whispered. His hand still cupped her breast, but he’d amped up the magic. He shifted his thumb over her nipple and began moving it back and forth, causing a groan to slip from her. His other hand tightened in her hair and his eyes dilated. He looked at her as if he was starving, doing things to her body unlike anything else that had ever been done.
“I should offer you a drink, but all I want to do is bury myself in you,” he said, his voice low and husky as he fueled her desire.
“Yes,” Ella whispered back. She had no desire to fight this man. She knew they should talk. Sheplannedon talking to him, but every time they were together they ripped away clothes and no conversation ever seemed to be had. Would it always be that way between them . . . until they simply parted ways?
He didn’t give her time to think as his mouth descended once more. His hand fell from her breast, making her cry out her disappointment until he grabbed her ass and pulled her against his thickness. The last kiss had swallowed her whole, this one finished the job. She reacted, her leg lifting to run along his jean-clad one as she strained to get closer to him.
He moved forward, his arousal pressed against her barely-covered core. She was dying and only he could save her. She leaned in closer . . . and then he stopped kissing her. She gazed at him in confusion.
“We need to sit before we fall,” he said.
The breaking of the kiss gave her a moment to return to sanity. Should she talk to him about being exclusive? Would this be the right time? Would he think she was trying to get her way by turning him on first? She was turned on and confused. It wasn’t a good combination.
Bass led her to the couch. He sat first then pulled her onto his lap, pushing her legs apart so she straddled him. His hands immediately began rubbing up and down her thighs, fogging her brain again as her core pulsed with heat and slickness. Her body knew what it needed. If her brain would shut down, she could be screaming instead of thinking.
“We should talk some,” Ella whispered as his fingers played peekaboo with her skirt. It was the hottest thing she’d ever watched. It seemed doing anything with Bass was about the hottest thing she’d ever done before until she did the next thing with him.
“What would you like to talk about?” he asked, his fingers still caressing her skin as they skimmed over the outside of her wet panties, making her nearly come undone right there. He’d pushed his legs farther apart, spreading her wide as she straddled him. She loved the position. It made her feel vulnerable yet sexy at the same time.
Before she could say something to him, he leaned forward, his hands stopping for a moment as he wrapped his mouth around her stiff nipple . . . right through her shirt. He bit down just enough for it to sting . . . just enough to cause another moan to rip from her. He clamped his lips down and sucked hard, his wet tongue soaking her shirt. She squirmed on his lap, feeling his arousal pressing, begging for entrance as he bit her nipple again. She screamed, her orgasm drawing closer with her still fully clothed.
“I’d really like for you to simply stay here all day and night naked,” he said as he moved to her other nipple and performed the same magic. Her fingers were wrapped in his hair as she held on for dear life.
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she panted as she wiggled against his lap. He’d spread his legs again, stretching her thighs even wider. She ground against him, needing to find relief. She had to be dripping through her panties.
“Good. Then do it,” he said. She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. She couldn’t even tell if she’d be willing to do that. Was she that far gone? Maybe. Certainly while his skilled hands and fingers were touching her all over.
“Are we exclusive?” she asked. She barely managed to get the words past the swelling in her throat, but it was enough to make him pull back. His eyes widened, shocked by what she’d asked. She prayed she hadn’t just ended their night. If she went home unsatisfied by what he’d already stoked in her body, she might die.
“How can you ask that?” he asked. She felt like crying when he pulled her from his lap and stood. He moved to the window and looked out. Had she just lost him? She had too much pride to beg him to come back, but she wasn’t going to turn around and run.
“I just . . . I’m not asking for more, I just don’t want you to sleep with other women while you sleep with me,” she told him. She moved to the window beside him, standing a couple of feet from him. She was empty where she’d just been filled with desire only seconds before.
He moved suddenly, standing behind her, his arousal still very hard as he pressed against her, his hand coming around and landing on her stomach. He leaned down and kissed her neck.
“I can’t even think of another woman, let alone look at one as long as I’m with you. I’m a little hurt you’d even ask. The answer is yes, we’re very,veryexclusive,” he whispered, his words caressing her ear. She was giddy with pleasure.
He kissed her neck again, then stepped back. He didn’t ask her if she was exclusive to him. The answer was more than clear and didn’t need to be asked. She was his. She’d been his from the moment he’d looked at her with desire. She refused to think about what that meant.
She became more confident as she stepped away from him. He was still standing by the window. She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. He didn’t move, but she saw the flare in his eyes and the twitch of his arousal in his pants.
She dropped her skirt next, then flung off her bra, leaving her panties and heels on. She quickly turned and walked into his room, knowing he’d follow. She wondered how long it would take, how much restraint he’d show.
It didn’t take long. She was sitting in the chair by the window, her legs crossed, her heel dangling, her breasts free. She felt sexy, and with the way he was looking at her, she knew he felt the same.
Bass gazed at her as he shrugged out of his jacket, then reached for the hem of his shirt. Her mouth watered as he exposed his sexy, hard chest to her. She could stare at him all night long and nearly orgasm from that alone. He finished stripping and she couldn’t stand the waiting as they gazed at one another.
“I’m going to come undone the second we’re pressed together again,” he growled. He didn’t move.
“I want you to come undone. I want you to lose control,” she said. She stood. “I want you to take me so hard neither one of us can breathe.”
His eyes dilated and he surged forward, pulling her into his arms and pushing backward until they were pressed against the window of the hotel suite. Could anyone see them? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she cared about was him pressed against her.
She reached down and enclosed his thickness in her hand, the silky skin hot and pulsing. She rolled her fingers, moving them up and down, as he groaned.
He ripped away from her hand then flipped her around so she faced the window, looking below at the water beneath them, lights shining on it. She braced herself there, waiting for him to plunge deep inside her. She couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
He didn’t plunge inside, but reached around her and placed both hands on her naked breasts. He squeezed and fondled and let his fingers pinch her nipples as she pushed her butt back against him, trying to draw him inside her. She wanted his hands on her while he plunged in and out of her. She wanted it more than she wanted air.
