He’d sensed from the note and from the short time frame she’d allowed for them to meet that she was still undecided about his offer. But not so much so that she’d been able to resist contacting him.
He leaned down and licked the trail of sweet red juice he’d drizzled all over her breast. Now he was the one groaning, when she arched easily beneath him. It was as if they’d never left each other’s arms.
And if he had his way, before they left here today, they would have a time and place where they could meet again.
She’d been so incredible in the restaurant. Worldly on the one hand, and yet sweetly insecure on the other.
He traced the strawberry to her other breast, following it with his tongue. He finally pressed the soft fruit down over her nipple, then sucked the whole thing into his mouth.
She groaned and arched violently.
“Do you think everyone in the restaurant is picturing us just like this, Natalie?” he murmured as he worked his tongue along her collar bone.
“I’m not thinking about anything except—” She gasped as he bit her earlobe at the same time as he gently rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“Except?” he urged, when she went breathlessly silent.
“This,” she managed faintly. “Dear God, Jake.”
His body twitched hard at the sound of his name, the way she said it, all needy and amazed.
He had thought a great deal about the things he learned about himself when he’d been with Natalie the first time. He’d promised himself that if he were ever fortunate enough to explore with her again, he’d push the boundaries and learn more about himself. And push her to learn more, too.
He wasn’t an exhibitionist, had never once fantasized about people watching him in an intimate situation. Until today, when Natalie had blushed at the idea that he was feeding her in front of others. At the time, he’d been so focused on her that he’d forgotten all about where they were. But the instant she’d become aware, the idea of pushing that had been irresistible to him. He’d given her the option of backing away from it…but she hadn’t. Which had told him she wanted to push some barriers, too.
And look where that had led them.
He pushed her blouse open farther. She immediately moved to take it off. “No, leave it on.”
She lifted her head off the carpet. “I suppose asking to get off the floor and find something a bit softer is out of the question, too?”
He laughed, then licked at her nipple, making her gasp. “I was hungry. I never finished my breakfast.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of breakfast in bed?”
He rolled on top of her and pressed his hips into hers. “We’ll get there.” He shoved her skirt up. She shoved his pants down. He groaned as her hands skimmed his bare backside, then groaned in frustration when he realized one little thing they’d forgotten. “We missed a pit stop on the way here.”
Her head was tilted back, her eyes shut as she ground her hips up into his. So it took her a second to respond. “Pit stop?”
Her hips tucked into his too damn well. “Condoms. We need some. Many. Now.”
She laughed and groaned at the same time, as they both kept moving against each other, almost desperately. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s really not okay.” He pushed her into the carpet, shoving her skirt higher, knowing he should be pulling it back down, instead.
“Oh God,” she whimpered when his hands brushed over her silk panties.
“Exactly.”
“Take them. Off.” She arched into his probing fingers. “Now.”
“But—”
She grabbed his face and kissed him, then whispered, “I’m on the Pill.”
That stopped him. “Since when?”
Her cheeks bloomed and he grinned, knowing it was full of smugness, yet not caring. It brought the defensive, cocky light to her own gorgeous eyes, and he enjoyed that immensely.
“It had nothing to do with you,” she said. “With this. It was for—”
“Medical reasons?” He slid a finger beneath the elastic band.
She managed a tight nod, then her eyes shut on a long moan of satisfaction, as he slid his finger deep inside her.
“Damn convenient timing,” he said, enjoying himself far too much.
“You can say that again.” She gasped as he pushed more deeply inside her. “Again.”
Jake gladly complied. She was so damn responsive. He loved how she moved at his touch. It was incredibly heady, having this power over her.
Then it hit him. No condoms meant one more barrier removed. In this case, one made of latex. He’d truly feel her, rubbing all wet and tight directly against the full length of him. His body tightened so violently, he felt the rush surge right to the very tip.
Slow down, savor this. But it was almost impossible to do. He wanted inside her now. Hard, fast, with that powerfully crushing climax he knew would happen an instant later. Yet, as badly as he wanted that, he wanted to make it last. For both of them.
So he turned his focus to her and recalled what had started this whole thing—this time.
He rolled off her, gently removing her seeking hands and pinning them by her side. He straddled her and pushed their joined hands up until they were on either side of her head. “Keep them there,” he told her as he slid his fingers free.
She said nothing, merely held his gaze in a way that told him she was up for this game, but that she was more than willing to turn the tables at any second. The fact that she might, and that she’d likely succeed, only jacked up the sexual tension.
He opened her blouse fully, then pushed the silk cups of her front-clasp bra completely to either side, fully exposing her to him. He’d done this before, had her submit to him looking at her. As he recalled, they’d both enjoyed that more than a little. Now he wanted to take that to the next level.
“Look how your nipples peak when I look at you.” He lightly brushed his fingertips over first one, then the other, eliciting a soft moan and the sweet pressure of her hips lifting into him. He swallowed hard and pushed on. “You like being looked at, don’t you, Natalie.”
She slowly turned her head.
“Yes, you do. Your body doesn’t lie.”
“This is different.”
She knew where he was going. And she was right.
“Because I’m pushing you. And we’re totally alone.”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
“So the idea that any one of those businessmen in that restaurant this morning might enjoy looking at you, picturing what your sweet breasts look like beneath that designer silk blouse, with crushed strawberries dripping red, sticky juice all over them…” He let his gaze linger as he slowly looked from one rosy peak to the other, then back to her eyes. “That does nothing to you?”
Her hips were squirming under his, even as she shook her head no. His grin was slow and knowing. “Don’t lie to me, Natalie. Here, in this room, or whatever room we’re in…we’re honest with each other. And more importantly, we’re going to be honest with ourselves.” He let his fingers barely whisper over the tips of her breasts, eliciting a strangled moan from her. “We can do anything, say anything…admit anything. And it stays here.” He leaned down and circled one tight, still sticky bud with his tongue, then traced after it with his finger. “Between us.”
She was grinding beneath him now, her eyes sliding closed.
“Look at me, Nat.”
She did. The need and passion all but glazing her brown-sugar eyes close to undid him the rest of the way. But they were going to see this all the way through.
“Imagine yourself back at the restaurant.”
A tentative nod.
“Imagine those men, watching me feed you.”
“Imagine their appreciation of you, how your lips close over my fingers as you suck the fruit from them. Imagine them growing hard as they watch you lick the sugar off me.”
Her hips continued to rock.
“What if you knew you were making them hard?”
She said nothing. But she didn’t have to.
“Would that turn you on, Natalie? Would you maybe lick my finger a little longer, pull it deeper into your mouth?” He pressed his finger into her mouth. “Would you purposely go to the ladies’ room, making sure you walked past every one of them? Maybe even lick the tip of your finger as you went by?”
She pulled his finger deep into her mouth, sucking on him, her hips pistoning now.
“Would you like it if I followed a moment later? I’d come into the ladies’ room, lock the door and take you right on one of the sinks. They’d know exactly what we were doing in there, Natalie. And you would know they were thinking about it with every thrust I made.” He pulled his finger out of her mouth, then pushed it back in. “Would you try not to scream as you came, Natalie?” He leaned down then, close to her mouth, and slowly slid his finger back out. “Or would you want them to hear you come?” He leaned in and slid his tongue deeply into her mouth, taking his wet finger and rubbing it over her nipple.
Her scream filled the back of her throat as she roared over the edge into an almost convulsive orgasm. He kept at it, pushing her over again. Then again, until she trembled limply against him.
He was panting hard, fighting his own climax with everything he had left. He was going to be deep inside her when he came. As deep as she could take him.