Anna inhaled deeply, the yearning and desire too intense for her primed body. She had to get herself under control. She steadied her resolve and pushed with all her might. She watched Dylan fall backward, but didn't stop to see the look on his face. She took off at a dead run and erupted into a fit of giggles.
The chase was on.
She took off up the wide staircase that led to the top two floors at full speed, but curiosity got the better of her and she turned to see Dylan close on her heels headed in the same direction, a competitive smile dancing on his lips.
Her distraction was her downfall because her foot got caught on the carpet runner and she went down on one knee. She flung her hands out to catch her fall and winced and the carpet burns that reddened her palms. That was all the advantage Dylan needed to catch her.
"So you want to play, do you?" Dylan said, hardly breathing heavy at all after a run up a flight of stairs. He pushed her against the wall of the second floor landing and took her mouth in a savage kiss.
Anna groaned at the feel of his lips against hers, the pain in her hands forgotten. It was even better than she remembered, the feel of his hard body against hers as he devoured her mouth with his kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tore at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his flesh against hers. He stripped her so the only thing she wore was the swatch of black lace.
"Holy mother of God," Dylan panted. His gaze scorched her already enflamed body. "Please tell me you have more of these."
Her hands went to the snap of his jeans and worked frantically to reach her goal. She slipped her hands into his waistband and found their target, inciting a groan from Dylan. "I have a whole drawer full. I bought them thinking of you."
He was heavy in her hand, thick and pulsing with the same desire she felt. She kissed her way down his torso, reveling in the different textures she found on her journey-the rigid muscles and planes of his chest and stomach, the light smattering of hair that tickled her lips.
She nipped with teeth and tongue at the muscular indention at his waist and then again on the inside of his thigh, bypassing the object of her desire with teasing grazes of her hair and cheek. Dylan threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her closer and she inhaled the muskiness of his scent. Moisture pooled between her thighs and she looked up at his through lowered lids. His head was thrown back in surrender, his muscles taut with anticipation.
She touched her tongue to the lone bead of liquid that had gathered at the tip of his cock, and he jumped in response. He was hard and heavy, veins rigid and the mushroom head of his cock swollen. His sac was full and tight, and she cupped it gently I her hand while taking his shaft in the other. She could barely get her fingers around him.
Anna took her time savoring the taste of him, running her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before taking him completely in her mouth.
"God, Anna," he groaned. "You're killing me."
She moaned around him and felt him jerk in her mouth from the vibrations. His grip on her hair grew tighter. She relaxed her throat and swallowed him down as far as she could, working the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock.
"Stop, I'm going to come," he gasped out, pulling her away from him.
"Mmm, I hope so." She tongued his sac while he raged a silent war as if to let her continue.
"I want to be inside you when I come."
"We have all day. And night," she purred. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Dylan couldn't resist her plea, and she smiled in triumph. She took him back in her mouth, bobbing her head quickly now up and down his cock. She sucked him down and felt him stiffen above her before the first spurt of come shot down her throat. His moans were like music to her ears, and his seed tasted like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was its own aphrodisiac and she knew she could become addicted.
Dylan collapsed to his knees in front of her, grabbing her in an embrace. Her own lust was spiraling out of control. Her juices ran down her thighs, and she pressed her mound against the rough fabric of his jeans trying to sate her own passion. Anna's ears rang with lust, and it got louder until she thought she'd pass out with the intensity.
"Anna," Dylan said, gritting his teeth and holding her tight to him. "My phone's ringing."
"What?" Anna asked, still unsure of what he was saying. She rubbed against him again and stifled her moan in his chest. She was almost there. She'd never needed to come so bad in her life.
"I said my phone's ringing," he repeated.
"Who cares," she said frustrated. "I'm this close to coming, and you're going to stop because your phone's ringing?" Hysteria tinged her voice.
"It's my private line," he explained, trying to pull his pants up so he could dig at the phone in his pocket. "Mitchell wouldn't call me unless it was an emergency. I swear I'll make it up to you. I'll give you so many orgasms you'll pass out from the pleasure."
"You'd damn well better. I'm feeling rather violent at the moment." The phone stopped ringing and Anna stood up and leaned against the stair railing, her legs unsteadier than she thought they'd be. She stripped out of the damp teddy and took satisfaction as Dylan's eyes glazed over with lust. She gave him a wink and bounded up the stairs to her room.
He pulled off his jeans, his cock already springing to life, and followed her. The phone started ringing again just as he reached her bedroom door.
"Shit," he said, fumbling for the phone.
Anna laughed hysterically at the sight of Dylan. He wore nothing but his socks and was fumbling with his jeans to get them turned right side out before digging through the pockets.
"What?" Dylan yelled into the receiver. "This had better be a life or death situation, Mitchell, because if it's not I swear to God … "
Anna smiled as his words trailed off. She'd crawled up on the bed and sat on her knees so her moist pussy was bared to him. She cupped her breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples until they hardened into stiff peaks. She let her hand drop and roamed down her belly until it came to the small strip of dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. She dipped a finger into the syrup that covered her mound and moaned.
Dylan snapped the phone shut and dropped it on the floor, never hearing a word of what Mitchell had to say. He started toward her like a predator on the hunt, but he'd barely moved before the phone started ringing again.
Dylan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, visibly counting to ten before he reached down to grab the phone.
"Dammit, Mitchell, what do you want?" Dylan asked, his voice hoarse with desire and frustration.
"Sorry to interrupt, but you need to come down to the Willis site," Mitchell said.
"I'm not coming down there just so Mrs. Willis can tell me how much she loves what I've done with the house, but could I please just change her walk-in closet one more time to accommodate another pair of shoes she's bought." Dylan pressed his fingers against his eyes. "Now if that's all … "
"The house is on fire," Mitchell interrupted.
"What did you say?"
"I said the house is on fire and arson is suspected. The fire chief wants you down here ten minutes ago so he can ask you some questions."
Dylan hung up without saying good bye and started pulling his clothes back on in earnest. "I've got to get to one of my sites. Someone just burned a million dollar home to the ground."
He looked around for his shirt and didn't see it anywhere. "Where the hell's my shirt?"
Anna pulled on the pair of jeans she'd bought like Mel's and a tight green t-shirt, before leading Dylan back into the hallway. She started giggling as soon as she saw his shirt dangling from the chandelier over the stairs. He rolled his eyes at her and jumped up to grab it.
"I think I need to go with you," Anna said over peels of laughter. She slipped on flip-flops and pulled her hair back into a loose tail. There was nothing she could do about her kiss swollen lips or the beard burn on her neck, but the rest of her looked pretty presentable.
"This will be no place for you. It's bound to be crowded, and it could be very messy when there's this much money involved." He headed towards the front door with Anna hot on his heels. "Are you ready to let the whole town know that we want to jump each other's bones?"