Page 53 of Wine and Research
Even though they weren’t supposed to talk, he was all for this type of conversation. She was damn good for his ego.
A smile tugged at his lips. “Right back at you.”
Her fingers found their way into his hair, giving him a shiver before she pulled his mouth back down onto hers. She kissed and nipped and teased him with her tongue. He’d had no idea how much he needed this, needed her, until this very minute.
Still kissing her, he turned them around and walked her backward to his couch before breaking the kiss. She smiled a sexy, sinful smile as she deployed the turning maneuver, then pushed until he sat on the couch.
His heart hammered in his chest as he waited to see what she planned to do next. But when she dropped to her knees and reached for the top of his sweats, he grabbed her hands.
“Not now,” he said, his voice rough because he was at full tilt and had just turned down a blow job.
He loved the feel of her warm mouth surrounding him, but the last time she’d gone down on him, he couldn’t find his bones for almost an hour, and he had way too many plans for them tonight to waste a single minute.
Her wicked smile returned. “Then tell me what you want.”
If he hadn’t already been cocked and loaded, he sure as shit was now.
Jeremy cleared his throat and placed his hands behind his head. “You…naked.”
She arched a brow, but her gaze smoldered. “Okay.”
His heart rocked and mouth dried as she rose to her feet and reached beneath an arm to tug a zipper down her side. Slowly. Too damn slow. The sound of each tooth clearing the zipper upped his already crazy pulse. And as the material began to part, he stopped breathing altogether, anticipation ruling his pulse. But when she held her arms straight out at her sides and the dress fell to her feet, he sucked in a breath. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but skimpy white lace panties.
Jeremy sat up, dropping his arms as he dragged in air. “You weren’t wearing a bra?” he asked, his voice much rougher now, thinking about her walking around in Timbers with just the scrap of lace under her dress.
Her smile widened. “It’s built into the dress.”
And she was built for sex…with him. Only him. Her breasts were gorgeous and full, and her nipples were two delectable, tight buds beckoning for attention.
But first, the lace.
He shifted forward and ran his hands up her legs to hook his fingers under the material, and as he pulled the lace down her legs, he leaned in to kiss her belly, loving how her skin quivered at his touch.
“Step out of them,” he murmured, placing openmouthed kisses to her hip.
Elle set her hands on his shoulders and did as ordered. “And the shoes?”
“Leave them,” he muttered, leaning back to take her all in. “God, you’re beautiful, Elle.”
A blush rose into her face, and he mentally changed beautiful to breathtaking. Because she was. She stole his breath.
“Now what?” she asked, lifting her chin. “Where do you want me?”
Everywhere. Around him. On him. Justwithhim.
Done talking for now, he gently turned her around, and his heart took another beating at the sight of her sweet ass. Jeremy grasped her hips and leaned forward again, this time kissing his way across a sweet cheek. Then he helped her sit on his lap with her back to him. But when she wiggled her ass, he saw stars, so he shifted her forward a few inches. He’d never last, otherwise.
“Just relax,” he said, moving her hair aside so he could nibble her ear. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, flicking his tongue on her lobe.
Elle gasped. “But I’m supposed to take care of you.”
He grinned. “Oh, you are. Trust me.”
Then he brushed his mouth down the back of her neck, and she rewarded him with that sexy gasp of arousal.
“Grab your hair and hold it on top of your head,” he ordered. “And keep your hands there for as long as you can.”
She inhaled shakily and nodded. “Okay.”
