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"Oh my God," she squeaked, her voice cracking with the attempt to feel and talk at the same time. "Do you feel that?"
He nodded. "Yes, Lissa, I feel it." Knowing what she was referring to made him smile into the darkness.
"It's like a current of electricity," she gasped. "God, Aidan, it's driving me crazy."
She was silken honey, pouring over his fingers in a warm rush of liquid that he sucked off his finger while she watched. She tasted like hot passion and sweet desire.
Melissa shuddered, her gaze glued to his sucking fingers, "Now slip your finger inside me. I need to feel you inside me," she said, grasping for his wrist to pull it down between her legs.
He let her guide him, loving the feel of her softness as he probed for the opening to her sweet spot. His gaze stayed riveted on her face as he slipped his finger inside her. Her cunt tightened around his finger, giving him a glimpse into how good it would feel when his cock replaced his finger. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she tilted her head back against his arm.
He stroked, gently, feeling her contract, her buttocks rising off his lap and then falling again as he started a rhythm with his finger. He searched between the soft folds with his thumb and found her clit, circling the nub until she whimpered and panted.
"Yes, oh Aidan, yes, right there," she cried softly, holding onto his wrist and guiding the tempo of his fingers.
Her pleasure dripped over him, soaking him, making it difficult if not near impossible to maintain control as he increased the speed of his thrusts, sensing she was near completion.
"Fuck me faster," she begged, arching her back. He drove in and out of her with quick thrusts until she moaned loudly. She stilled then, crying out as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Her little whimpers and movements nearly drove him over the edge right along with her.
She shuddered as her orgasm continued to arc through her body. He kept his fingers inside her, wanting to feel every spasm, loving how wet she'd gotten, knowing how damn good it was going to be when he came deep inside her.
She lay there for a few seconds and he watched her, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, tiny shudders making her body quake in his arms. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him, a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful face.
Aidan withdrew his fingers and pulled her upright, keeping her situated on his lap.
If he thought about charts, graphs or marketing plans, he might, just might, be able to control the urge to come in his pants.
Until Melissa took his soaked hand and licked her juices off his fingers. Riveted on her sucking and the feel of her warm, wet mouth over him, he knew exactly what he wanted from her.
But was she willing to give it?
She pulled his fingers away and licked her lips, then kissed him, sharing the taste of her sweet juices with him.
"Damn you're good at that," he said.
"At what?" she asked, batting her lashes innocently.
"At sucking my fingers."
"Does it make you hot?"
"Hell, yes."
Her lips curled in a sensual smile that nearly knocked him off the bench. "Do you want me to suck your cock like that?"
Holy fuck. She was willing to give him what he craved.
Chapter Four
Melissa trembled at the dark response in Aidan's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
Too much wine was the culprit, no doubt. A hazy blanket fogged the common sense from her brain.
She shouldn't be doing what she'd been doing with Aidan. She shouldn't have allowed him to touch her, to kiss her, to give her that lightning quick orgasm. Remnants of the overwhelming pleasure still burned inside her.
She shouldn't want to reach into his jeans and touch, lick and suck his cock.
But she did. She wanted all that.
And more.
It had to be the wine. At least that's what she'd decided to blame it on.
"Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" she asked, teasing him by licking the last vestiges of her juices from her fingers. A part of her wondered who this wanton woman was who'd just offered to give her new business partner a blow job. The other part of her, the part she never set free, ignored the more reserved side and prodded on.
"Do I really need to answer? I think you know what I want."
He showed her by lifting her off his lap and situating himself on top of the picnic bench. He leaned back on his hands, his crotch in perfect position for her mouth.
Never before had she wanted to do something so outrageous as sucking a man's cock in a public place. After all, he was her business partner. But she wouldn't think of that right now. The wine muddled her brain, melting it like the heated night had melted her inhibitions.
She wanted this. Clearly, he did, too.
Besides, she wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure he'd just given her. She wanted to make him feel wild and out of control.
She stood and stepped between his legs and the bench, her sundress nothing more than a wadded bunch at her stomach. She couldn't have cared less that her body was bared, nothing more than a fine sheen of perspiration covering it.
Who was this wild woman eager to give a man pleasure? Frosty Cross didn't behave this way. Was it so wrong to want to let go a bit? She'd let go earlier, and Aidan had taken her places she'd never been before.
Careful, Melissa. Remember what happened last time you let someone in your heart. The last time you lost control, it cost you dearly.
But this wasn't about her heart, wasn't about relationships and love. Aidan wanted one thing only from her--hot, unbridled sex. What was so wrong about that? She was a healthy woman who enjoyed sex as much as any man. As much as Aidan Storm seemed to. This was what she wanted, and she was smart enough not to involve her heart.
Aidan reached for her. "Come here. Kiss me."
She leaned over and fit her mouth over his, still surprised at the lightning shock that shot through her every time she touched him. Her body moistened in response.
"Nice," he murmured against her lips, sliding his tongue against her bottom lip and nipping it lightly with his teeth. She moaned against his mouth, rewarded with his sexy, rumbling laugh.
He reached around and grasped her buttocks, pulling her toward his erection. When she rocked against him, he groaned.
Unable to resist further, she slid her hands down his shirt-clad chest and over his rigid abdomen, then halted at the waistband of his jeans.
"Don't stop," he said, breathing heavily.
"Tell me what you want, Aidan," she urged, needing to hear it even though she already knew.
He fixed her with a dark and dangerous stare that she read as a man on the edge.
Good. Just where she wanted him. Because she intended to take him right over that edge, and then some.
"You know what I want. Give it to me."
"Tsk, tsk, such an impatient man." Her fingers slid a little lower and rested on his zipper. Already she could feel his heat surging through her fingertips, lighting fire to her body.
"Don't fuck with me, Lissa," he warned.
She laughed, a low and husky sound that she couldn't quite believe came from her. "I thought that's exactly what you wanted me to do."
"Yeah, and we'll get to that. Right now, I want you to suck me."
Her nipples tightened, pleasure flooding between her legs. "Oh, I will, Aidan. But first...first I need to touch you."
The torture had lasted long enough. For both of them. Unable to wait any longer, she moved her hand down until she found his erection. Huge, both lengthy and thick, her gaze flew up to his. "Wow."
He laughed. "Thanks."
Palming him, still not quite able to believe his size, she pressed in and his erection jumped toward her hand.
"Touch it."
Further commands from Aidan were unnecessary. He couldn't have kept her from her exploration if he'd tried. Making quick work of the button on his jean
s, she slid the zipper down, brushing against his straining erection as she did so. Her heart sped up, a sense of urgency enveloping her. She grasped his shaft and pulled it free of his clothing.
He helped her by lifting his hips and sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection sprang up and she stood back and admired him. Long, it had to be nearly nine inches, and incredibly thick. Visions of him pounding inside her had her juices flowing down her thighs.
"Stop doing that," he rasped.
"What?" Certainly above average. Would it even fit inside her? For that matter, would she ever have the chance to find out?
"Stop looking at it like that. You're gonna make me come before you ever get your mouth on it."
