Page 12 of Pleasure Control

Jay pressed himself against her and absorbed her tremor as she tumbled into an orgasm. Her liquid silk poured into his ravishing mouth. Stars danced before her eyes as she rode out every delicious fragment of pleasure.

He leaned back on his heels and looked deep into her eyes. When she met his gorgeous bedroom blues, a bone-deep warmth flowed through her.

He slid up her body, sank into her warm, wet mouth, and swallowed her contented sigh. She could feel his erection pressing insistently against her thigh.

She kissed him, tasting her creamy essence on his tongue. He kissed her back. It was a slow, lazy kiss that stirred her soul, tugged at her emotions, and reminded her that despite her claim not to fall for him if he kissed her, touched her, or made sweet love to her, she had done just that.

He shifted, as though attempting to keep his heavy body weight off her. That small, thoughtful gesture filled her with warmth.

“Stand up,” she commanded, her throat tight with emotions.

His eyes narrowed. A frown marred his features. “Is something wrong?”

“Of course there’s something wrong,” she said, deadpan. He was entirely overdressed.

He gazed at her, his concern obvious in his gorgeous blue eyes. “Baby, did I hurt you?”

“No. Now stand up.” She splayed her hands against his chest and pushed.

He did as she requested.

She took a moment to peruse the long length of him. “We have a problem.”

“A problem?” Jay raked his damp hair from his forehead. God, he looked so adorable standing there, his eyes filled with tenderness, concern.

She curled her lips into a seductive grin. “Yes. A problem.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch.

“I like your shorts.”

His brows knitted together in confusion. “Thanks.”

“Now take them off.”

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“Sweet Jesus, Laura,” he murmured, scrubbing his hand over his chin. The heavenly smell of her arousal lingered on his flesh and made him throb.

With a seductive gleam in her eyes, she stood up and slipped her fingers inside the band.

“Holy shit! What are you doing to me?” Sexual need made his voice husky.

Her smile stretched wickedly. “Of course, if you’d rather I didn’t…” Her throaty purr resonated through his body. Lord almighty, if she stopped, he was certain he’d die from longing.

He rushed to get the words out. “No, no. I’d rather you did.” He pulled her close and she melted all over him. Her body fit so perfectly against his. He brushed her hair from her flushed face and noted the provocative thinning of her sensuous lips.

A quick, sharp breath caught in his throat as her hand connected with his cock.

Anxious to feel her touch, he gripped the sides of his shorts and practically ripped them off. They fell to the floor and he kicked them across the room.

Panting as though he’d just run a marathon, he stood before her, his cock armed and primed like a space shuttle ready for liftoff.

She reached out and sheathed him with her palms. He immediately thickened and pulsed with desire. The feel of her warm, delicate fingers closing over his dick drove every sane thought from him. He kept his mouth clamped shut for fear of babbling like an idiot.

She idly stroked the wet tip of his arousal, then feathered her fingertips over his flesh, as though considering the texture, thickness, and length.

“I was wrong.”

“You were?” Fuck! Was she having second thoughts?

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