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She had to lock her knees to keep upright as his lips turned her legs to jelly.
“It doesn’t lock,” he whispered against her ear, “but we’ll be fine if I keep your back against the door.” Then he pulled back, winked, and finally took her mouth.
It was a brutal kiss. No gentleness or soft lead-in like so many of their other kisses. JP attacked her mouth, and she permitted him to do anything he wanted. Their tongues met, dancing in the same way they had on the dance floor.
Pure foreplay.
Hannah's bones liquified as she gave herself over to the pleasure of his mouth and the hands wandering up under her dress.
He was hard against her stomach, grinding into her as he gripped the bare flesh of her rear.
“Jesus Christ, tell me you’re not wearing panties under this sinful thing.”
Sinful. Exactly how she felt right then, but in the best way. Like an ooey-gooey double chocolate lava cake oozing with delicious indulgence. Her lips curled against his. “A thong.”
“Damn. Even better. I’m gonna have to get a very close look at that sometime tonight.”
Suddenly the strong urge to tell him exactly how much he meant to her swelled. The words nearly burst forth, but she held herself back. Admitting she had fallen for him would be foolish. But deep inside, she wanted him to know how he’d changed her life, how overwhelming all these new and forceful feelings were, how he made her feel special. If she couldn’t say the words, she could use her body to show him.
In a move that had his jaw-dropping, she spun them around and pushed him against the wall. She’d yet to be the aggressor with him, and the feeling of power washing over her was euphoric.
One of his eyebrows rose, and a smirk curled his mouth. “What are you up to, ma’am?”
Every time he spoke in a raw, primal way to her, a thrill zinged up her spine. Would he like the same? Could she do it?
One look at the prominent bulge in his jeans had her swallowing her apprehension. “I want you in my mouth,” she said.
“Fucking hell.” His head clunked against the door. “You know you don’t have to, right?” he asked, though it seemed to pain him to be such a gentleman.
“I know.” She licked her lips. “I want to.”
White-hot lust stared down at her. “What? What do you want to do?”
Uncertainty crept in, nearly tying her tongue, but she forced it away. JP wanted her. Of that, she had no doubt. “I want to suck your cock,” she said, sounding surer than she felt.
He cupped her chin then dragged his thumb across her lips. “You have any idea how hot it is to hear such dirty words coming from this sweet mouth? I’d give damn near anything to feel those pretty lips around my cock, baby.”
That was all it took to have any remaining doubts flying out the window. Confidence surged, born only of the elemental knowledge of his desire for her. She sank to her knees at his feet.
With trembling hands, she reached for his button but stopped before touching it. When he nodded down at her, she worked it open. It took a few tries. Humiliation tried to burn its way to her cheeks, but when she risked a glance at him and found his chest heaving, his hands clenched at his side, and his nostrils flared, she let the negative emotion go.
He didn’t give a crap if she wasn’t practiced or skilled in seduction.
Next, she slid his zipper down. It wasn’t as easy as she’d have expected due to the way his erection butted up against the teeth.
Once she had the jeans undone, she rose higher on her knees and shimmied them over his trim hips and down to his ankles. That left him in nothing but a pair of short, tight boxer briefs, the same dark gray as his top. He spread his legs, bracketing her thighs.
“Anything you want to do, Hannah. Anything. I’m at your fucking mercy.”
Ho-ly God, that was the most erotic thing she’d ever heard anyone say, and she planned to take him at his word. With a gentle touch, she ran her fingers up the length of his fabric-covered erection. He hissed out a curse, making her grin.
She nuzzled her nose against him, breathing in his scent. Soapy, with a hint of the cologne she’d been getting drunk off all night.
“Jesus, save me,” he whispered as she mouthed him through his underwear. Who knew where the impulse came from, but he seemed to enjoy it.
“You okay?” she asked in a playful tone.
“Who knew you’d take a little power and turn into an evil fucking tease?”
She giggled. The man was so much fun. “Sorry. Just investigating.”
He grunted.
Still chuckling, she curled her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and drew them down over his ass to his knees. His cock sprung free, long and thick and hard. So hard the head was nearly purple. And so silky over all that rigidity that her mouth watered to feel it against her tongue.
