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“Gorgeous, beautiful, sexy. None of these words are enough.” He’d always admired her breasts, but now that he’d seen their natural magnificence, he was a confirmed fan. He wanted to rip the sweater off so he could see all of her at once, but she wasn’t ready for that. So he’d take what she’d allowed and adore it. She didn’t like the way her body looked, so he’d take the time up front to convince her to see things from his perspective. Which was that she was a smoking hot goddess who could slay him with a twitch of her hips or a bounce of her tits. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, holding her firmly with one hand. Using his tongue, he pulled all manner of delicious sounds from her lips. She was so lost, she barely hesitated when he reached his other hand around to her ass.
So far she hadn’t done anything but kiss him back, and he was already hard as a rock. When she slid her hands up into his hair to grip his head, he groaned and buried his face in her chest, enjoying the hell out of her willing touch.
He rolled and slid off the couch to kneel between her legs as she sat back on the couch. He tugged her sweater back up over her beautiful breast and was pleased by her obvious chagrin. But he didn’t let her linger in disappointment long, tugging the offending sweater back down on the opposite side, determined to be fair and impartial. Both of her breasts were magnificent and deserved to know it. His new position allowed her to tighten her grip on his head, and he let her lead the way, guiding him where she wanted more. It had the added benefit of aligning their pelvises perfectly. He found a small measure of relief, even through the layers of denim and cotton separating them, as he rocked forward to kiss her lips. She moaned and arched her hips against his, encouraging him.
Soothing her fears had made him feel strong before, but the way she was responding now made him feel damn near barbaric. He was tempted to toss her over his shoulder and haul her off into bed. But a firm voice in the back of his head warned him to keep his promise of control. Making out on the couch would have to do for tonight.
He hadn’t tried to make a girl come with her clothes on since high school. Same rules still applied.Follow her lead. Read her cues. Stop when she stops enjoying it.His father had been more open than most and had made the rules abundantly clear from an early age. He pulled back from Sofia’s wicked kiss to make sure he was on the right track.
“Do you like that?” He rolled his hips again, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Yes, Adrian. God, yes. That feels so good.”
It was as if she’d broken the seal on her resistance with that yes. She gripped his head and kissed him hard before guiding his head back to her chest.
“You do this to me, Sofia. I watch you walk through a job site barely contained in your tight sweaters, and I want to take you into the nearest dark corner and set you free.”
He needed little encouragement to match her frantic pace. Every lick, every tug, every pull of his lips drew him in closer to her fire. He took her hand and guided it to his hard length, and she gripped him firmly as he thrust into her hand.
“This is what you do to me. You sit behind that desk of yours like a queen, and I want to kneel at your feet and lick you here.” He moved his hand between her legs and almost got burned by the heat. She shifted hers back to his shoulder and held on tight. “I want to hear you come for me, before I lift you onto your desk and finish the job.”
Each sound he drew from her lips, each twitch of her body was driving him mad. The thought of how she’d feel beneath him, surrounding him, nearly pushed him over his edge.
“I want to slide my hand inside these jeans and see how wet you are for me.” He moved his hands to the button keeping him from heaven and waited.
When she nodded frantically, he leaned her back on the couch and slid the button free. His fingers slid along the bare skin of her hip and dipped below her cotton underwear. Searching for her hooded clit, he reached lower until he found the spot that made her hips twitch off his couch. He took her nipple back into his mouth while he slid even lower to discover that she was indeed dripping wet for him. Still kneeling, his hips moved of their own volition, sliding hard against the edge of the couch as he tried to hold on to his sanity.
“I want…” He panted, trying to find the breath to keep weaving his spell. “I want my fingers inside you, Sofia.”
He explored between her lower lips, tracing and teasing, until she tilted her hips, encouraging him inside. With every finger thrust, he pictured his cock enjoying the same exploration. He was seconds from coming without her.
“I need you, Sofia. Come for me.” He pressed his palm against her clit and pleasured her tight pussy with two fingers now. Her gasps were coming closer together, and he tugged her nipple hard with his lips in time to her labored breathing. A long, shattered wail emerged from her throat as everything clenched. Her hands on his head, her legs around his hand, her grip around his heart. He was flung into his own orgasm by the aftermath of her pleasure.
That was beyond anything he’d expected. Making out with Sofia was his new favorite pastime. Sorry, baseball. He laid his head against her chest to catch his breath and reveled in the rapid drumbeat of her heart.
Whateverthiswas, it was off to an excellent start.
Chapter 15
Oh,God. This was terrible.What had she done? How could they go back to work and not be weird with each other? She’d agreed to the movie date in a weak moment, and now she had his O-face seared in her mind. She couldn’t lie though. If he’d been terrible, this would be easier. He’d been amazing, attentive and exciting, and she’d been powerless to resist. How on earth was she going to keep a stupid grin off her face while they were filming now? Her control was good but not superhero good.
It had been so long since someone else had taken charge of her orgasms that he had left her undone, raw nerves exposed, despite obeying her request to leave her clothes on. Sweet Lord, what would this man do to her if she were naked? She tried to snatch her defenses, but her mind was a swirling mess of pleasure and pain.
Thank God he’d listened though. The thought of this gorgeous man seeing her stretch marks and belly rolls was scary. She didn’t want to see the disappointment overtake the desire in his eyes. Maybe next time, they could turn off the lights—
What was she thinking? Next time? They couldn’t do this again, no matter how much her body craved his touch. She’d been caught in his magic, frozen by his words, unwilling to break the spell. But once she’d decided to take a more active role in her own downfall, she’d been mighty tempted to pull his shirt over his head so she could run her hands over what she was sure were gorgeous abs. But fear had stopped her. What if he took it as an invitation to reciprocate? The idea of never seeing him naked almost made her cry.Nope.She was not going to be that girl who cried after she came.
She eased from beneath him, embarrassment beginning to spread its nasty, prickly venom through her veins. He lifted his head with a sappy grin that quickly faded when he saw whatever was making it through her shield. Damn it.
Fear, shame, guilt, anger—take your pick. It could be any of them. She tugged her sweater up into place. She had to get out of here before she did something stupid. Like stay.
“Well, that was fun.”Too late to avoid stupid.She stood and buttoned her jeans. “I mean, thank you, but I need to go. Go home. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With every syllable she uttered, she felt more and more ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that her bra was dangling beneath her sweater, simultaneously making her feel awkward and aware, while doing nothing to keep her overly sensitive girls from bouncing against the cashmere, reminding her of where his tongue had worked its magic. She had to get away.
“Sofia, wait. Why are you rushing off? I thought we were having a good time.” He glanced at the TV. “Look, Vin Diesel hasn’t even hijacked the truck yet.”
“It was good. A good time. But I don’t think we should do that again.”
