She’d had her fun. Time to put some distance between them. As she leaned against the back of the stool, she crossed her legs. “That’s not a good idea.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a great idea.” He leaned close and adrenaline streaked through her. “You are too damn sexy. I can’t resist you and I sure as hell can’t get enough of you.”
A low, guttural moan rumbled out of him while she fought the urge to kiss him. He placed a claiming hand on her thigh and a frisson ripped through her. The tug was too strong to resist, and she pressed her lips to his.
An explosion of passion thundered through her and she released a long, ardent moan. Pushing off the stool, she wedged herself between his thighs, folded her arms around him, and kissed him hard.
Their tongues crashed into each other as the air around them crackled with desire. She released another long moan as he fondled her ass and groaned through the embrace.
Before she could process what he was doing, he’d lifted her into the air and pushed off the stool. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight.
The kiss intensified, the moans grew grittier, and she started grinding on him. Suddenly, he broke away. While he kept his breathing under control, she couldn’t miss the feral look in his eyes.
In one swift move, she unzipped her corset and the leather fell away. As he eyed her breasts, she arched back. He pulled a taut nipple into his mouth and sucked. Together, they moaned through the glorious pleasure.
His sucking grew more intense. With a wild gleam in his eyes, he said, “I have to have you. Take off your shorts and bend over that table.” He set her down.
Eager to feel his hard shaft inside her, she peeled off her shorts, gripped a table, and sucked down a jagged breath. Seconds later, his pants were gone and the condom covered his cock. When he grabbed her hips and drove himself inside her, the euphoria made her lightheaded.
Again and again, he tunneled inside her. “Christ, I can’t get enough of you.” Dakota’s deep voice ripped through her and she groaned out her approval.
She didn’t deserve so much pleasure, but she succumbed to the nonstop ecstasy. “I love how deep inside me you are.”
He reached around and fondled her breasts. The onslaught of his intense thrusting had her flying high.
“Oh, God, you feel phenomenal,” she groaned out. “Spank me. I don’t deserve to feel this good.”
He smacked her ass and she cried out. Pain grounded her. After Dakota groaned through his orgasm, he murmured her name like she was his, like this was the start of something…not the end.
And suddenly, their impersonal fuck had become very, very personal.
9
The Body
Dakota couldn’t keep his hands off her. Providence was intense, aloof, and all-consuming. Instead of putting on the brakes, he’d gunned the gas and accelerated into recklessness.
He strummed her back, her shoulders. And damn him, but he could not stop kissing her.
Despite his sex high, he couldn’t shake the sense of loss. Providence wouldn’t let him pleasure her—or even try—and she flat-out rejected his offer to give her a massage. When she slipped into her leather outfit and told him she was showeringalonein her office, their wild ride came to an abrupt end.
It was just before six in the morning.
“How ‘bout I wash your back?” he asked.
“I’m good. You headed out?” she asked.
Up go her walls again.
He pulled on his pants and slipped into his wrinkled shirt. “I’m going down to L1 to make us breakfast.”
She didn’t even try to hide her surprise. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
He stepped close and breathed her in before running the back of his index finger down her soft cheek. “Yes. Here. With you.” He stroked her bare shoulders, unable to stop touching her. She was like a seductive sorceress and he’d fallen under her powerful spell.
She stepped away, severing their heated connection. “I’ll be back in a few.” She took off toward the stairwell. A few easy strides and he fell in line beside her. “Making sure I don’t take off?”
“I couldn’t stop you if you were.”
