Page 64 of The Money Man
He went still and looked down at her, lust and uncertainty in his expression. “Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
His grip on her tightened and he was beside the sofa in three strides. Setting her feet on the floor, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a dark intensity that made fire run through her veins. When he broke away from her mouth, he ripped the buttons of her blouse out of their holes before he unhooked her bra and flung both garments away. She toed off her heels while he unfastened her jeans and yanked them and her panties to her ankles for her to step out of. She was naked and he was fully dressed. He ran his hands down to seize her butt and pull her up against him, the press of fabric on her skin making her gasp with the exquisite pleasure of it. When he slid his finger into her from behind, she thought she would come but she fought it down.
“You are so damn hot,” he said, working his finger in and out of her as her hips pulsed with his rhythm. “Are you ready?”
“Beyond ready.”
He withdrew his finger and turned her so that she faced the thick, padded arm of the sectional. She started to bend over it, but he held her shoulders. “Let me,” he said, his voice a rasp.
He banded one arm around her waist and nestled his cock between her buttocks. Then he crossed his other arm over her breasts, cupping one in his palm. Once he had her tight against him, he used his weight to slowly bend her over the arm, so that her hips were trapped between the sofa and his body, his cock sliding as their positions shifted so that it rubbed against her clit.
“Derek!” she cried, feeling a clench of orgasm that she struggled to stop. She wanted to come with him inside her. Yet she loved the feeling of his body over hers.
“Don’t move.” His arms slid away from her and his weight lifted, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that drove her arousal higher. She braced her arm on the sofa cushions and waited. She knew he was staring at her as she heard the clink of his belt buckle and the rip of the condom’s foil envelope. Then his hands were anchoring her hips and he was slowing pushing into her, filling the hollow ache within. When he was inside her so far that she could feel the imprint of his zipper on the back of her thighs, he stopped.
She tried to shift her hips to make him move but her position and his grip kept her still.
“I want to savor you like this,” he said, as he traced down her spine with one finger, letting it brush between her buttocks.
A shudder of longing shook her. “Yes,” she said on an exhale.
Once again he bent down, so she felt his shirt against her back and his cock changing angles within her. He worked his hands between the sofa and her breasts, finding her nipples with his thumbs and circling them. An electric blaze flashed from her breasts down to where his cock stretched her, making her moan.
He stroked her nipples again and flexed his hips so that he went even deeper. For a long moment, all she felt was the spreading stillness as her orgasm gathered itself into a tiny point of anticipation between her legs. Then it exploded outward, contracting and releasing her muscles around the thickness of his cock in a mind-bending paroxysm. “Oh God, yes! Derek, yes!” She thought her body would disintegrate with the intensity of it, fly to pieces with the pleasure.
He flicked at her nipples once more, sending her to another peak of climax before her muscles melted into satiation.
Only then did he straighten and begin to move inside her, his hands tilting her hips to the angle he wanted, his thrusts growing faster and stronger. She thought she couldn’t feel any more bliss but he drew out every last ounce from her stunned nerve endings before he sank deep into her and shouted her name as his grip tightened with the force of his finish.
He collapsed over her, his elbows on the cushion beside hers, his breath whistling past her ear. She could feel him soften and slip out of her, making her whimper with regret at the absence.
“Alice,” he murmured. “My amazing Alice.”
She smiled but couldn’t form a coherent thought in response. Her climax had fried her brain cells. So she lay there with Derek acting as a blanket over her sated body. She wasn’t sure she could move anyway.
With a groan, he levered himself off her. “I don’t want to crush you,” he said before he grasped her shoulders and eased her up onto her feet as well.
She had no chance to feel cold or exposed because he grabbed a soft, gray throw blanket from the back of the sofa and whipped it around her. He snugged it up to her neck with a touch and a smile so tender her knees went weak. “Let me collect your clothes since I tossed them all over the place.”
He kissed her once gently and then again with more passion. “I have a hard time letting go of you,” he said with a rueful smile.
And yet he hadn’t mentioned anything about seeing her again after his trip to Asia. She couldn’t figure him out.
She dropped onto the couch, her body humming with satisfaction, while he scooped up articles of her clothing. How had she had the nerve to do what she’d done? Looking back on it made her cheeks warm with a blush.
He set the pile of clothing on the sofa and sat down beside her, pulling her onto his lap.
“Isn’t this what got us in trouble in the first place?” she asked, snuggling into the warmth and solidity of his shoulder.
He leaned back, bringing her with him. “Which is why it bears repeating.”
She peeked up to find his head tilted back and his eyes closed while a smile curled the corners of his mouth. He looked like a man who’d just had great sex. She relaxed into him again, reveling in the knowledge that she had put that expression on his face.
For a peaceful few minutes, she drifted in a haze of contentment. Then her stomach grumbled and he stirred. “Dinner may be a little cold by now. I’ll take it to the kitchen and nuke it while you get dressed.”
She shook her head and scooted off his lap. “No need. I’ve been known to eat cold pizza.”
