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A harsh spike of lust had him squeezing her breasts. “You’re not a good girl at all, are you?”
“Not when I’m naked, no.”
“But you’re not really naked, are you?” He took a step back to take in her hourglass shape. Her round ass and toned legs in those high heels about killed him. He yanked the thong, and she gave a sexy little moan. He couldn’t wait to sink into all that wet heat. But first, he needed to watch her lose herself in his touch.
As he stroked her slick inner wall, his thumb circled her clit.
“Jaime.” Her voice, her features, everything about her was flooded with pleasure. And when she sighed, when she whispered, “Oh, God,” he got a hit of wonder.
Because he didn’t know it could be this good.
He didn’t know he could care this much.
The thong kept getting in the way, so his teeth sank into her earlobe, and he asked, “How important are these panties to you?”
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, her long dark hair falling across her eyes, her lips pouty and pink, she lowered her hands, fisted the thin material, and ripped them off her body.
Fuck, this woman fired him up. “Hold on.” He pressed a hand to the middle of her back and pushed her down. His other hand clutched her hip and jerked her back to him.
Neck arched, hands gripping the edge of the counter, she held his gaze in the mirror. “Do it.”
He looked at her, so bold and sweet, sexual and genuine. She could be everything to a man. He eased inside her, his cock so hard, so ready for release, he could barely control himself.
Driven wild by her breathy moans, her cries, and the way she rammed back to meet him, he fucked her. He reached between her legs, found her hard little nub, and rubbed. Jesus, she was so wet, so fucking responsive.
His balls tightened. He wasn’t going to last. So much pent-up confusion and lust and frustration—it was all coalescing, coming to a head. He bit her shoulder, slid his fingers deep, and caressed the sensitive patch inside her.
“Oh, God. Oh…oh, my God.” Her head tipped back, and she cried out. Her body jerked, spasmed, and her knuckles went white on the counter.
Burning up, he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and tossed it aside. And then, he drove into her, fucking her hard and fast. Watching her tits bounce and her eyelids flutter closed drove him to the breaking point.
Lost in the unbearably rising sensations, clawing his way to release, he finally broke. He stifled a roar as he drove hard and fast, hitting one peak after another, a never-ending string of orgasms that left him spent and utterly elated.
Unable to catch his breath, he wrapped his arms under her breasts and clung to her, his chest to her back. Tremors continued to rock him, and he held on as if he could somehow keep her.
Keepher?What the hell?
Uneasy, he reached for her dress, waited while she slid her arms through, and then zipped her up.
For several years now, he’d done a great job of reining in his impulses. But this woman proved to be a temptation he couldn’t resist.
Thank fuck I’m leaving tomorrow.
And by the time I get back, she’ll be gone.
* * *
Grace couldn’t believe it. She literally could not believe the hot night of sex she’d had.
As soon as he’d dropped her off last night, they’d had a second and then athirdround. And it had been filthy. Her body still hadn’t recovered from being so deliciously used.
She closed her eyes to savor the memories. The rain battering his SUV, the way he’d run around to the passenger side, lifted her carefully out, shielding her with his tuxedo jacket, and then carried her to the cabin—all so she wouldn’t ruin her shoes in the mud.
Last night made her understand for the first time that she and Ian didn’t have chemistry. They had history, they had affection, but she’d never been out of her mind with lust for him.
And she only knew that because she’d never wanted anyone’s touch the way she did Jaime’s.
He looked at her like he would die if he didn’t get his hands on her, and he’d get this expression, like he was caught between agony and ecstasy, and shelovedit.
