Page 50 of Pleasure Control

She frowned in concentration. “What is it?”

He grabbed her by the waist and drew her to him. He pushed his hips into her.

She felt his erection. Her heart did a somersault. It secretly thrilled her. Keeping the pleasure from her expression, she took a small distancing step backward and plastered on an air of professionalism.

“I see.” God, she wanted him so much it hurt. But it was wrong, wasn’t it? To make love with him knowing what Erin had done? Knowing that he wouldn’t make love to her under normal circumstances. Her botched seduction while in the tub last night proved that.

“I guess the potion didn’t work after all. Perhaps we should head back to the lab and run some tests,” she suggested.

Conflicting emotions passed before his eyes when she stepped away from his embrace. He grabbed her elbow and hauled her back. As her body collided with his, every nerve ending came alive.

His gaze dropped to her mouth. She shuddered as her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips.

“Everything’s working, Laura. Everything is as it should be.” The roughness in his voice gave way to softness.

What did he mean by that?

“Let me make love to you, babe.” The need and untamed passion in his eyes ignited her blood.

Oh God, she had to tell him. It was the right and logical thing to do. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek and looked at her with pure desire. Hot flames licked a path up her legs.

She opened her mouth, but no words formed. A hunger she couldn’t seem to assuage moved through her when his fingers wandered lower and lower until they hovered only inches from her swollen nipples.

Suddenly she knew she was too far gone to deny herself the pleasure of his kisses, his touch. They might have no future together, but they had this moment. And for now, that would have to be enough.

What she was about to do wasn’t smart—hell, it wasn’t even moral—but she couldn’t stop herself. After today she would never have another chance with him. She reached out and combed her fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth to hers.

Opening herself to him, heart and soul, she slipped out of his robe and let it fall to the floor. She whispered into his mouth, “Make love to me, Jay.”

With her mouth poised open, Laura pressed her hot body against his and trailed her nails over his back. The cords in his muscles vibrated with each sensuous stroke.

He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. The second his lips closed over hers, he had to remind himself how to breathe. He felt her body soften beneath his and thought he’d go crazy with desire.

Moments ago, when he’d come around that corne

r and had seen her standing there, looking sexy and beautiful in his robe and slippers, he felt as though he’d been sucker-punched. A fierce longing overtook him. She was an erotic combination of innocence and seduction. It was a combination that made him ache with the need to make love to her.

His erection throbbed against her stomach. His muscles trembled with need. He’d waited too long for this. There was no taming the lust in him. His control snapped as the primal beast in him took over. He needed to take her right now. Hard and fast. It was frightening how much he craved the feel of her.

Their lips separated and he inched back. As his eyes fixed on her mouth, his hands stole up her T-shirt. He nearly passed out when his fingers tangled through her damp curls.

“Christ, Laura, you’re not wearing panties.” She was wet. So very, very wet. He blew out a shaky breath and stroked her swollen clitoris, making it tighten in pleasure.

“They were stolen,” she whispered.

He pushed a finger inside her. Her body responded and quaked at his touch. Her actions were so telling. She wanted this as much as he did. He groaned deep in his throat as hunger prowled through him.

“Oh thank God,” he murmured.

Her eyes were deep, glossy. She ground her hips into his hand. “Jay, you’re completely overdressed,” she said, tearing at his shirt with impatient hands. “I need to touch you.” Her voice was edgy, desperate.

He stepped back and tore his clothes off until he stood before her, naked and needy. She eyed his engorged cock and sucked in a breath. Licking her lips, she crooked her finger, motioning for him to come closer.

Moving swiftly, he reached under his bathroom cabinet, grabbed a condom, and quickly sheathed himself. He edged forward and closed the small gap between them. None too gently he pulled her shirt up to her waist, snaked his hands around her back until he gripped her backside, and lifted her onto his hips.

She gasped in surprise and gyrated against him. He felt her dewy folds slide open and cradle the tip of his erection.

His muscles tensed and he went suddenly light-headed as his cock absorbed the heat radiating from her sweet spot. “Wrap your legs around me,” he growled.

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