Page 50 of Smooth Sailing
He chuckled against her skin. “I pay attention to what you like, to what makes you react.” He met her eyes. “And I want to know everything about you, Paloma. Not just this.”
The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. “Everything, huh? I might be more than you bargained for.”
“I’m counting on it,” he murmured before capturing her lips again. “I should take my time and savor you. But I swear if you were wearing a skirt, I take you right here in this truck.”
“And I’d let you,” she panted. “Hell, I’m considering it. Let someone see my bare ass, as long as your hands are on it.”
She’d meant every word . . . until a nearby car door slammed, followed by conversation. A grin pulled at the corners of his sexy mouth. “Still feel the same?” he asked.
“Maybe not.” She slid off his lap.
“Let’s get inside.” He tucked himself back in his jeans and looked into his rearview mirror. “I hope we don’t run into the people we just heard.”
“Why?”
He motioned to the front of his pants, where his erection wasverynoticeable. She licked her lips, and he growled, pulling her gaze to his face. His eyes flamed an inferno, making her want to push him into the elevator or under the stairs and have her way with him.
Instead, she joked, “Don’t worry, you can hide behind me.”
“I don’t think your stunning ass pressed against my dick would be a good solution right now,” he replied.
Thankfully, nobody was in the elevator. Once the door closed, his gaze landed on the camera in the corner. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling a laugh from Paloma. Until now, Max had rarely sworn.
His eyes narrowed, and he pulled her to him, doing the exact thing he said they shouldn’t do—holding her ass to his front. From the camera’s angle, the embrace probably looked innocent, but what he was doing to her was not. He trailed kisses down her earlobe, gently nipping as he went. His teeth and tongue traced the ridges of her spine, each touch igniting sparks beneath her skin. All the while rocking subtly against her. She pressed into him, ripping a quiet, delicious moan from him.
The elevator door slid open. He roughly walked them forward, holding his hand to her waist. She loved his intensity and need, the way it matched hers.
They were inside the condo in no time. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The faint hum of the heat clicking on mingled with their heavy breathing, creating a cocoon of sound around them. They stumbled toward the couch. The leather creaked softly under their weight as they sank into its deep cushions. She straddled his hips and buried her nose into his neck as he unbuttoned her top. He smelled like every fantasy she’d ever had.
“Do youwant to move to the bedroom?” he asked, pushing her blouse off and kissing her shoulders.
She yanked on his shirt, and he shifted, giving her room to remove it. “Absolutely not,” she breathed. The man was gorgeous. His body was naturally lean and toned, the kind of effortless fitness from an active lifestyle rather than hours at the gym. A faint trail of dark hair led enticingly down from his navel, disappearing beneath his waistband. His skin glowed golden in the dim light, marred only by a small scar below his collarbone that somehow made him even more irresistible. She leaned forward, kissing his tight nipple. On impulse, bit gently. His hips jerked, and his deep groan told her he liked it. She did it to the other side and was rewarded with the same reaction.
“We’ve started. We’renotstopping,” she said against his hot skin. “If the phone rings, we aren’t answering. If someone knocks on the door, they’re staying outside. I don’t care if the damn building’s on fire. We arenotstopping.”
Kissing the top of her head, he said, “Works for me.”
He unclipped her bra and leaned back, his hot gaze roaming over her. “You’re even more beautiful than I pictured in my fantasies.”
She bit her lower lip, fighting back a grin that threatened to spread across her face. A pleasant warmth crept up her neck to her cheeks. “Oh?” she purred, arching up, loving how his eyes dilated. The blue in them was barely visible. “And just how many fantasies have you had about me?”
His gaze dipped to her lips, then chest. “Depends. Are you talking about today? Or since we met?”
“Careful, London,” she teased, trailing a finger down his chest. “A girl might think you’re getting attached.”
His eyes softened, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Would that be so bad?”
Her heart skipped a beat, but she couldn’t answer him. Deflecting, she said, “Let’s focus on making your fantasies a reality.”
His gaze was on her face, but his hands were busy. They were sliding along her torso, his thumb stopping just below her breasts, rubbing along the undersides. Then he moved up, teasing her nipples. She always preferred attention to all of her and laid a hand over his, hoping he’d get the message.
Proving his intelligence, the man leaned in, kissing her everywhere—from collarbone to the tops of her breasts. He picked her up and switched seating positions, then slid off the couch onto his knees, his lips traced the underside of her breast, then moved to her belly, continuing downward until reaching the waist of her pants. Leaning back on his heels, his hands ran down her legs, resting at her ankles. Gently, he removed her ballet flats, his fingers caressing her instep. After being on her feet nearly all day, his touch was incredible. The plush carpet tickled her bare soles, a stark contrast to the firm pressure of his hands. The sensation was so intense that there was a possibility she could climax from that alone.
But she needed him closer. Needed his heat, needed him. With the leg he wasn’t holding, she wrapped it around his back and pulled him forward.
He stumbled forward, catching himself on the couch. “Impatient,” he teased.
“Maybe a little.” She held her fingers an inch apart. Reconsidering, she spread her arms wide and grinned. “Maybe a lot.”
