Page 145 of Sugar & Shadows

“You seem into it.”

“It’s taking all my self-control not to climb you like a tree right now,” she whispered.

“Gorgeous, we’re all alone out here. You can do whatever you want to me. And”—I pulled her against me so she could feel how hard I was—“you can be as loud as you want.”

“You spoil me, Harding,” she said as she worked the button of my jeans free.

She palmed my cock, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hissing. Just being close to her drove me wild. Her scent, the heat of her body, and that voice. The way she slung insults at me, the way she cried out my name when I made her come. Every little detail pushed me closer to the edge. So close I had to concentrate on not coming before I’d even shucked my pants.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice when she stepped back and sat primly on the old plaid couch. She clutched my hips, pulling me toward her, then looked up at me with mischief in her eyes and licked her lips.

I almost stumbled as she moved in close, my legs suddenly incapable of keeping me upright. She was teasing me, her breaths gusting over my crown, her fingertips lightly brushing my shaft.

Fuck. I was right back to being dangerously close to losing it. I squeezed my eyes closed, the sight of her like this too much for me to handle.

In true Sabrina fashion, she was totally in control. Unbothered and careful, she swirled her tongue around the tip, and I swore a stream of gibberish.

“Shh,” she said. “I need to concentrate.”

As she lowered her head again and took me to the back of her throat, I thanked the universe for this moment, which would be seared in my brain forever.

The air was hot and thick as she worked me over, her eyes darting up to meet mine.

The heat in her gaze spoke volumes. She wanted this as much as I did. And that realization alone almost did me in.

“Easy,” I commanded, stroking her face. “I want this to last.”

She released me with a dramatic pop. “You said we had all night.”

Her pout was so sexy I couldn’t stand it.

“Stand up,” I commanded, summoning all the authority I could, even while my knees wobbled.

She glared at me for a moment, but rather than argue, she slowly got to her feet.

“Shirt,” I said, crossing my arms. “Off.”

“But—”

“You got to play,” I said firmly. “Now it’s my turn.”

With a roll of her eyes, she undid the buttons on her fancy blouse slowly. Then she draped it gently over the back of the couch.

When she straightened, I took a moment to admire the glow of her skin under the light of the fire.

“Bra too,” I said with a smirk.

Again, her movements were slow, driving my need for her higher. My cock got even harder, if that was even possible.

I stepped out of my pants and tore off my tank top, unwilling to take my focus off her for more than a second.

Fuck, was she a vision. She stood proudly in nothing but her skirt and heels.

“Play with your tits,” I commanded.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she drew her hands up her stomach, fingertips trailing over her skin.

I itched to touch her, but I kept my fists balled at my sides.