Page 27 of Pleasure Control

Her laugh was edgy and churned with passion. “It’s very naughty, Jay.”

Her hypnotic voice tugged at his emotions and gained his concentration. His heart raced. He felt dizzy. Lord, he’d never dealt with these kinds of feelings before. They really threw him off balance.

The sound of her deep, sexy bedroom moan brought his attention back to her.

The room grew thick with the scent of her arousal. As he inhaled her tang, his shaft ached to plunder her, his hands ached to ravish her, his mouth ached to part her twin lips and taste her sweet feminine juices.

“Very naughty, indeed.” He tucked her hair behind her ears and trailed his fingers over her silky neck.

“Tell me, Laura,” he whispered into her hair. “You wouldn’t happen to have a condom in that bag of yours, would you?”

“Afraid not,” she murmured, her voice full of sexual frustration.

“That’s okay, sweetheart, there are plenty of other things we can do.”

The ice cubes in her lemonade clinked together and filled him with wild and wicked ideas. Oh yeah, there were plenty of other, naughty things they could do, all right.

None too gently, he grabbed her hips and spun her around to face him. His desire was reflected in her eyes. He slanted his head until his mouth was only a hairbreadth away from her. Her chestnut locks fell from their moorings and tumbled in silky waves over her slender shoulders. Their aroused scents mingled and saturated the small room.

Dragging his fingers through her hair, he angled her head and fixed his gaze on her perfect crimson lips. A fever rose in him while a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on his skin.

It took effort to speak. “How’s your elbow?”

She blinked, her expression perplexed, her face flushed. “My what?” she asked, apparently confused at the sudden change in subject.

Jay chuckled softly. His chest puffed out. It astonished him that he had the ability to rattle such a brilliant mind.

“Your elbow? Is it still sore?”

“A little.” She breathed the words into his mouth. His cock reacted in heated anticipation to the raw ache of lust in her voice.

He offered her a tender smile as his heart twisted. “I feel responsible for your injury.” His voice sounded much deeper, even to himself.

Her pretty tongue swiped her lower lip, moistening it. She gave him a genuine smile that seeped into his soul and filled him with longing. God, she took his breath away.

Her mouth twisted. “Well, you should. You are the one who bowled me over.” Her melodic voice was colored with need and rolled over him.

Jay chuckled and brushed his knuckles over her warm cheeks. “Then maybe I should be the one to kiss it better.” He traced her lips with the pad of his thumb.

She parted her plump lips, but he didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, he swallowed her responses with his mouth. A low growl sounded in his throat as his lips crashed down on hers. Hard. Possessively.

She opened for him and drew his tongue into her mouth, urging him on. Small hands reached out to touch his naked upper body. Tentatively at first, then bolder when he moaned his approval. She slid her fingers over his shoulders, down his sides, and then slipped her hand between their bodies so she could cradle his throbbing erection.

Holy fuck!

His blood raced. His heart hammered. His cock grew another inch.

Lost in the erotic sensations, Jay trailed kisses over her jaw, her neck, and lower. Jesus, her heat scorched him. He touched her all over, yet couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He didn’t just want to taste her gorgeous body. He needed to taste her.

Using small, determined movements, she stroked his stiff cock through his swim trunks, making it difficult to maintain a rational thought.

His knees buckled and he forced them to straighten.

“Oh God, Jay. The serum. Last night. Lingering effects.” Her voice sounded broken, fractured.

She was speaking, saying something to him, but between the mad pounding of his heart, the drumming in his ears, and her choppy words, he couldn’t comprehend anything.

In his haze of lust it took all his effort not to tear her sexy panties off and have his wicked way with her. Before he gave in to such indulgence, he needed to slow down, to do this right.

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