Dirty Little Secret(35)

Cailin rested her forearms on Alex’s chest, leaned down to bring them together, and kissed him. Firm lips met soft, and both parted, tongues dueling in a drugging tussle where neither needed to win. The contact was enough. Cailin put all she could into the touch, conveying her need with every thrust, her lingering pain with every nip, and, overriding it all, the elation her skin simply couldn’t contain.

“Alex.” The word hitched against his lips.

“Cailin,” he teased. A soft smile pulled his mouth away from hers. “Sit up.”

“You are overdressed,” she pointed out as she lifted her torso. Dragging her hands down his body sent a thrill up her arms as the heavy beat of his heart and the quickening of his breath were revealed. And beneath her, the heavy push of his erection nudged her backside. She wanted that solid shaft inside her, filling her up. She needed it. Now.

“So do something about it.”

Lifting up to her knees, she went to scoot backward. Alex’s hands gripped her arms.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“But—”

A long, rough finger settled against her lips. “Improvise.”

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the waistband of his dress pants. A sharp pop startled her before heat flashed through her butt. “Alex! You spanked me, you…” The rest trailed off as that heat settled between her legs and cream responded in abundance.

“And there’s more where that came from,” he assured her as he rubbed the hot spot he’d smacked. “Now get a move on—without the sass.” His grin was downright wicked.

So that was the way he wanted to play it, huh? Ignoring his clothes for a moment, Cailin reached behind her, allowing the escaping tendrils of her hair to slowly filter through her fingers. One by one, she dug out the pins holding the heavy pile in place. Alex stared, his thumbs rubbing absently along her inner thighs as her mass of curls did a leisurely slide down to her shoulders. Tendrils settled over the tops of her breasts. When she tipped her head forward, long bangs hid what she was sure was a sneaky smile. Alex growled, the sound rising to a soft whine as she leaned down and took the tab of his zipper in her teeth. His shaft jumped, bumping her chin as she carefully, deliberately opened his pants.

“Cailin,” he moaned.

Fragrant heat hit her nose as the placket parted. Dipping farther, she nuzzled his shaft, his tangy, masculine scent overpowering her senses like a drug. Her core clenched. On instinct, she grabbed the tails of his dress shirt and pulled. Buttons pinged across the room. Alex arched, his fingers digging deep into her thighs. “God, yes!”

Satisfaction settled like fizz in her chest. It must have bubbled up to her expression as well, because when Alex’s gaze focused once more, he quirked a dark brow at her. “Happy?”

She feasted on the sight of his muscled chest, the trail of dark hair marching from his navel to the heavy thatch surrounding his sex, and her mouth watered. “Absolutely.”

Alex slid his hands up to grip her hips and lifted her. “Good. Hold me,” he directed. Cailin grasped his firm length in her hand, lingering, beginning a soft pump before Alex lowered her onto him. He dropped her, letting gravity pull her down until the head of his erection hit the end of her channel, and Cailin felt truly taken, deep down to her soul.

Head thrown back, all she could do was clench around him. Her body stretched and pulsed, unwillingly accommodating, enveloping him in a way that made them both groan.

When she would have started a slow ride, Alex forced her to stillness. “No. It’s my turn.”

Refusing to let her move, Alex took his time, his hands playing across her skin until she was certain she would go insane. The need to move, to rub her aching clit against him and bring herself to orgasm, rode her hard, but Alex was having none of it. He traced her veins, seeming enthralled with the blue lines underneath her skin. When those veins intersected at her nipples, he sampled the textures along her areolae. A delicate pinch to one nipple caused a spasm in her pelvis, and they both gasped at the sensation.

Then the game got serious. For every zing of sensation from Alex’s touch, Cailin would clench around him. The back-and-forth became a race to see which of them would give in and fall over the edge first. Cailin managed to hold a steady lead until Alex lowered a thumb to his mouth, wet it, and zeroed in on her clit. The sensitive nub was hard and pulsing, the slow circling of his finger creating a ring of fire that burned everything else away until all Cailin could feel was the need to explode. The tightening of her body around his must have had a similar effect on Alex, because soon he was thrusting, pounding up into her, hitting her clit with every stroke, until both of them detonated, obliterating everything but the surge of pleasure in their veins that linked them until they became one.