Page 52 of Second Act
For a moment, she cupped his cheek with her palm. “You’re a surprisingly nice movie star.”
He snorted. “That was more insult than compliment.”
“Take it any way you want.” Jessica gave him a quick slant of a smile.
His look went hot. “I’d rather take you.”
His words were like a torch tossed onto a pile of dry kindling. Her body was immediately engulfed in flames of wanting.
She glanced around the closet-sized, windowless room with its two closed doors, one locked by the usher, the other leading to the private box for watching the play. “Is anyone else sitting in the box?” Her voice sounded almost muffled as it was absorbed by the thick, luxurious fabric on the walls and the plush carpeting on the floor.
A look of puzzlement narrowed his eyes for a split second, and then comprehension dawned. He had her against the velvet-covered wall before she even registered that he was moving. But before he didanything more than hold her there with a light pressure, he said, “Tell me this is what you meant for me to do.”
“Yes,” she said, bringing her hands up to undo the buttons of his shirt. “I’ve lost my mind, but this is what I want.”
“Jess,” he breathed, his gaze on her fingers as they traveled down the front of his chest, yanking the buttons out so she could flatten her palms against the lightly furred surface of him. She spread the silk open and kissed his pecs, his nipples, and the triangular indent at the base of his neck, inhaling his scent as she drank in the feel of his skin against her lips.
“Jess,” he said again, his voice like sandpaper. When he flexed his hips into her, she felt the rock-hard length of his erection.
The ache between her legs intensified. “I want to keep touching like this but with you inside me,” she said, working her hands down between them to his belt buckle.
He pushed her hands aside and practically tore open his belt and fly, releasing his cock with a shove of the waistband of his boxer briefs. She started to reach for him, but he was already yanking up her top and freeing the button at her waistband. He jerked down her zipper before kneeling to slide her trousers down to her ankles, holding them while she lifted first one foot and then the other. He parted her thighs and curled his fingers around them while he kissed his way up to her crotch, pressing his mouth to the thin lace covering her clit and flicking at it with his tongue.
Lightning seemed to streak through her body, sizzling across her nerve endings and hardening her nipples to points of pure sensation. She dug her fingers into his shoulders to anchor herself.
“More?” he asked, his breath a caress through her panties. “Or inside you?”
“I don’t know.”
His laugh was partly a groan as he ripped her panties down to her ankles so she could kick them away. He stood and slipped a finger insideher, his eyes on her face as he stroked in and out. Tension tightened in her belly, and she grabbed his wrist. “No, your cock inside me.”
He produced a condom from his back pocket. “Thank God!” she said on a wave of relief.
“I’m a quick study,” he said, rolling it on.
He bent and hooked one hand behind her knee to pull it up to his hip, opening her. She guided his cock into position and nearly came when he thrust up into her. The hollowness was filled and stretched but still aching for more. But he didn’t move, just impaled her and stayed seated deep inside.
Her bare behind was pressed hard against the soft wall covering, her clit was pressed against the base of his cock, and she was filled with his hard length. “Oh, yes,” she gasped. “Yes, like this.”
“Raise your arms,” he commanded as he tugged up the hem of her top and peeled it off over her head. Her bra followed, and his hands were on her breasts. First he cupped them against his palms, so sparks seemed to shower through her chest. Then his fingers were on her nipples, rolling and tweaking until her hips moved with his touch.
“My turn,” Jessica said, leaning forward and tonguing his flat nipples while she traced the striations of his abs with her fingertips. His muscles rippled under her touch, and his breath rasped in gusts over her head, stirring her hair.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, seizing her other knee and lifting her off the floor completely, her back braced against the wall, his hands holding her legs against his waist. He began to move inside her, building fast to a hard, plunging rhythm. Her orgasm seemed to hit every muscle in her body, and she clenched around him, both inside and out, squeezing her thighs around his waist, digging her ankles into his butt, and clutching his shoulders with her hands while her body bowed hard into him.
He drove into her again, and she felt his climax pumping within her while he uttered her name on a cry of completion.
Then his weight was against her, using the wall to hold them locked together. His heart thundered against her chest, and the scents of aftershave and sex enveloped her. “Jess,” he said. “Oh God, Jess.”
His cock softened, and he shifted his hips to slip out of her, the small movement sending a gentle ripple of pleasure through her belly. “Ahh,” she sighed.
He lowered her still-booted feet slowly to the carpet before he stepped back to rake his gaze down her body. “You are so incredibly sexy in nothing but boots and a necklace.”
She realized she was naked and he was fully clothed but for an open shirt and fly. “Why are you so much better at undressing me than I am at undressing you?” she asked, looking around for her panties.
“Practice.” He gave her a wicked grin and scooped up a wisp of lace from the corner before handing it to her.
Suddenly she remembered that he was the legendary Hugh Baker, fantasy lover of women everywhere. Which meant that she had forgotten it while they were having sex against the wall. He’d been just Hugh, pleasuring her with his mouth and hands and cock. Nothing more than a man she wanted to touch and be touched by.
