Page 64 of Dangerous Temptation
She arched when his wandering hands settled on her bare butt. He might as well be branding his handprints onto her curves. She felt the cup of his palm and the outline of each finger. One was dangerously close to the thin strip of the G-string running between her buttocks.
‘I didn’t miss –’
‘Shhh.’ He kissed her again, leaning heavily.
She loved the feel of his weight against her, his hard planes and hot skin. She was little, but he didn’t treat her like fine china. As his hands stroked over her, she felt like a woman.
And they stroked everywhere. Her waist, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs.
‘So … you can’t … think,’ she panted, ‘and touch me … at the same time?’
‘God, no.’ His voice was strained, too. ‘I touch you and my thoughts go haywire.’
She knew the feeling, but she hadn’t gotten to touch her fill yet. Hungry, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and raked her fingers over his chest. It was a like a relief map of muscles and tendons. She flicked his nipple and his abdomen clenched like an accordion.
‘Siren.’ He nipped at her chin. ‘You know it’s even worse when you touch me.’
A sexy sense of power consumed her. Power and confidence. She planted her hands wide on him and stroked down all at once. He was as hard as he looked, lean and defined.
And sensitive.
She ran her fingernail along the line of his belt and his hand slapped against the wall beside her head.
The kiss they shared was full-tongued and erotic.
‘It’s been driving me nuts knowing what you’ve been wearing underneath all those dresses and proper business suits.’
Her hands trembled as she fought with the zipper of his dress pants. He swore when her fingers glided over his erection, so she went back and did it again. This time she slid her hand inside the opening of his boxers.
His head dropped, and her toes squeezed. He was hot and stiff, way too much for her hand.
She pumped him once, all the way from his base to his blunt tip. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she whispered boldly. ‘You’re the one who picked it out.’
‘You’re the one whose nipples got hard wearing it.’ He pinched one through the cup to prove his point. ‘Did it turn you on? Did it make you wet?’
She groaned as his hand stroked down her belly. She knew what was coming, but she bit her lip all the same when that hot hand pushed right between her legs. The material of the G-string was wider to cover her there, but it was no match for a determined intruder. He kneed her legs apart and his fingers slid along her grooves.
Her body rocked when two of them found her opening and slid right in. ‘Alex!’
She was wet and plump, and they burrowed deep. She moaned when they curled and rubbed a trigger point deep inside her.
‘Are you ready for me, baby?’
She swirled her thumb over the head of his erection, and his hips thrust.
‘Hurry,’ she whispered.
He stopped teasing her. His fingers left her body abruptly, but he stopped only to shrug out of his shirt and throw it to the floor. She helped by pushing down his pants. They dropped to his thighs, and he was suddenly more exposed than she was.
His erection pointed at her, thick and at attention.
She inhaled deeply when he caught her by the waist and lifted her. He didn’t bother to strip her. Instead, he stretched the G-string aside to get at her. His weight pressed her into the wall, pinning her from shoulder to hips.
And then he was slowly, inexorably boring into her.
Elena moaned as she took him. He could be so overwhelming. So dominating.
And she loved it.
