Page 33 of Second to None
Her blush burned deeper. “Only if you take off your trousers.”
“Done.” Arousal raced through him as he shucked off his pants.
Her gaze dropped below his waist and then came back up again. She swallowed hard. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It seems kind of indecent.”
“That’s the point.”
*
Emily tightened her fingers around the blanket that still covered her. Could she really sit across from Max wearing nothing more than stockings he wouldn’t even be able to see?
She glanced at the table and realized it sat in front of a large expanse of glass. Even though they were at the top of a tall building, there were many other equally tall buildings nearby. “Aren’t you worried about blackmailers?” she asked.
“What?” His black brows knit in a frown of incomprehension.
“That window. Someone could see us, take photos.”
He laughed. “Oh, no, not a problem. It’s opaque to outside observers. A reflective coating.”
She considered the fact that she had remained in his mind for seven years. There must be something about her that he found pretty darned attractive. Gathering up her nerve, she stood and released her grip on the throw. The soft fabric drifted down her bare skin to settle in folds around her stocking feet.
Max’s face went taut with desire, and he hissed in a breath. “Maybe I overestimated my self-control,” he said.
A delicious sense of power surged through her. She turned and walked slowly toward the table, putting a deliberate sway in her hips. She knew he was aware of every movement she made, so she combed her fingers through her hair to fluff it over her shoulders.
A low, rough groan resonated from just behind her, making her jump. She hadn’t heard him follow her.
His arms came around her waist as he yanked her back against him, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts so he could run his thumbs over the nipples. Bolts of pure pleasure scorched through her, making her gasp and drop her head back against his shoulder. She could feel him harden against her bottom. His mouth was on her neck, nipping and sucking. Desire pooled at the juncture of her thighs.
“Emily,” he breathed against her neck. “I played with fire, and now I’m burning.” He slid one palm down her torso and slipped a finger between her legs, testing inside her. Another growl vibrated from deep in his throat. “You’re wet.”
She put her hand over his and pushed him farther into her, trying to fill the new ache he’d stirred to life. “Just what you need to put out the fire,” she said.
He stroked in and out of her enough to make her squirm against him. Leading her to an oversize armchair, he seated himself before he tugged her toward him. “Kneel over me,” he said, releasing her hand to roll on a condom he’d scooped off the floor by the sofa.
She braced her hands on his bare shoulders, the muscle over bone giving her a strong foundation to balance on. Then she put one knee on the chair cushion and swung the other one over so she was poised just above his jutting cock.
He took hold of her hips, saying, “I want this to be slow, because I want to watch you take me inside you.”
She felt the tip of him brush against her. Her internal muscles rippled in anticipation. “Slow works for me.”
He positioned himself and guided her down until he was just barely within her. Then he gripped her hips again. “Perfect. You’re perfect,” he said.
Ever so gradually, he brought her lower, so that she could feel every centimeter of him glide into her, stretching, filling, tantalizing. His gaze was downward where they joined, but she watched him, the way arousal pulled the angles of his face taut. She felt the strength of his grip, his fingers flexing into her flesh.
As her knees folded, he suddenly pulled her down and thrust upward at the same time, seating himself deep inside her. Their voices mingled in a wordless cry of satisfaction and excitement.
“Now,” he said, lifting his hands to her breasts, “I’m going to make you come.” He leaned forward to take one nipple between his lips, drawing on it until she grabbed his head and pulled him away.
“The other one,” she begged.
“Of course.” He moved and teased her other breast until she was rocking on his lap, grinding against him and making his cock shift inside her.
He wedged one finger against her clit and drove her higher by stroking exactly where she needed it. The tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter. His mouth on her breast grew more insistent, the edge of his teeth sending ribbons of delicious sensation down her body. Through it all his cock stayed hard and thick inside her, making her muscles work to wrap around it, to begin their clench of release.
As it began she sat motionless, everything focused on the rainbow moment just before the explosion. And then she was arching back, screaming his name, squeezing him, releasing him, squeezing him, releasing him. It was too much, and she collapsed down over him, her head on his shoulder, her breasts compressed against his chest, the convulsion of her muscles growing weaker and weaker.
She felt the flush of satisfaction on the surface of her skin as the heat danced over and through her like the northern lights.
