"Then you've got one minute." He set the phone on the table and purposely didn't switch on the timer.
But before Libby noticed, he turned to her and cupped her sweet face with both his hands. He made her look at him-really look at him-before he brought his mouth down to hers. Her breath hitched at the light kiss he planted on the corner of her mouth, at the gentle swipe of his tongue as he taunted himself with the barest taste of her.
Going slow seemed impossible when his whole body screamed more, more, more.
"I'm not even a little bit tempted," she whispered, though her eyes fluttered closed the second his lips came back to hers.
"Bullshit."
He captured her mouth, opening her up like a flower under the first beam of summer sunlight. Her lips were cool from the water bottle, but her mouth was hot. Thrusting his hands into her hair, he pulled her head back with a swift tug, exposing her neck. Floral perfume mingled with the scent of soap and skin.
He trailed a line from her jaw to the base of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath his touch.
"You're a terrible kisser." Her words came out raspy, broken.
Terrible? He brought his mouth back to hers and punished her for the lie. The sensation of her tongue against his made him so hard he might never recover, not till he satiated himself deep inside her. God, he wanted her. Every time he saw her that want grew, expanding and consuming the areas of his mind that should be used for other things.
Like motor skills. And breathing.
She moaned, the raw sound of pleasure setting off every alarm bell in his head. But there would be no stopping him unless she called for an end. Which she wouldn't, of that he was certain.
The bare skin of her shoulders and chest tempted him. All the creamy, smooth porcelain in contrast to the rich tan of his hands. Like they were made to complement each other. He moved down to the base of her neck, tracing the line of it with his thumb. "Still think it's terrible?" he asked, the gentle curve of her breast filling his palm. His thumb caught a hardened nipple, rolling it gently as he nipped on her lower lip. The light fabric of her dress couldn't conceal the life radiating from her like heat shimmering off smoldering tar.
The ache for her built; with each breathy little moan his need grew. He grew.
Her tongue clashed with his, her back arching to increase the friction between them so he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her down until she was beneath him. He pressed her into the couch, the sweet heat from her parted legs making his blood fizz and hiss.
"Paul," she gasped, as he pressed his cock against her. "We agreed … "
"What?" He fought the urge to tear off her underwear and plunge deep inside her. This was his game, he had to maintain a modicum of control. But it dangled by a thread, her sweet hands digging into his back. Pressing him against her.
Pushing his limits.
"No sex." The words trailed off into a soft moan.
"This isn't sex." Burying his face into her neck, he nipped at the smooth flesh there while his hands pushed her dress up. "We're just kissing."
"It's more than that."
Under the frothy layers his hands found her, damp and hot. He pressed the heel of his hand to her center, his insides roaring as she ground against him. Libby was so sweetly responsive, so sensual.
So unbelievably sexy.
"Oh Paul, it's … " She bucked her hips as he hooked a finger inside her underwear. "This is a terrible idea."
But as he stroked her slowly, feeling her desire as she trembled beneath him, she pressed against his hand. He'd barely touched her and already she was close. Cool air hit his skin as she pushed his T-shirt up, her nails scraping along his chest.
"That's got to be longer than a minute." She clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip as he slid a finger into her.
Heat radiated from her. The muscles of her sex clenched around him, urging him on. Drawing him deeper.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"You better not." Her eyes clamped shut, a moan escaping her mouth.
Pink flashed as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and he captured it. Sucking on it as he stroked her.
He pressed his thumb to her clit, the tight bundle of nerves swollen and needy. Another tremor ran through her. She rolled her hips, trying to take control of the rhythm. But he was in charge here-for now she'd have to follow his lead. His touch.
Clenching his bicep, she rocked against his hand. He'd have the mark of her nails in his skin soon, and that knowledge made his cock swell to bursting point. But he wouldn't deny her, not when she was so close.
No matter how desperate he was to feel her shatter while he was inside her.
"Please."
"What do you need?" He drank her in, slipping a second finger inside her and feeling the muscles tighten.
"I need … " she gasped. "Paul, make me come."
He dropped his head beneath her skirts and shoved her underwear aside. The sound of delicate fabric ripping cut through the air but nothing mattered except getting his mouth on her. His lips barely touched her before she shook, a sharp cry echoing through the house as she came.
Watching Libby orgasm was the most gratifying thing he'd ever experienced. As she released her grip on his hair her eyes fluttered open, a smile curved on her luscious lips. She opened her mouth to speak when a sudden knock at the door shattered the mood.
Chapter Seven
There were bad life decisions, like bleaching your hair to within an inch of its life. Then there were the kind of decisions that were not only colossally stupid, but had immediate ramifications. Like letting your fake boyfriend give you a "dare orgasm" while someone knocked at your front door.
Libby resisted the urge to curl into a ball. The last waves of her climax still washed through her, though Paul had withdrawn his hand and-thankfully-returned her dress to its rightful place.
The knocking sounded again. She'd recognize the owner of that knock anywhere: three sharp raps that weren't melodic or careless in any way. Nina.
"Should I hide in a cupboard?" Paul looked at her with a wicked glint in his eye.
"It's fine, just … " Libby pushed up from the couch and tried to fix her appearance. "Act cool."
He laughed. "Says you."
She caught her reflection on the way to the door. Pink cheeks, a rumpled dress, and disheveled hair … she may as well hang a sign around her neck that said, "Hey, I just had an orgasm. It was great!"
As she opened the door, Nina burst forth. "I thought I was going to have to send a search squad. You've been avoiding me. What the hell is going-"
The words died on her lips as she took in Libby's appearance. Her eyes moved to Paul, who made his way across the room in a lazy swagger that spelled sex and sinfulness. His hair, mussed by her fingers, had that slept-in look to it. Libby gulped.
Oh crap! Nina is going to kill me. No matter which way I spin it, she's going to know I've kept her in the dark.
Nina looked at Libby pointedly, awaiting an introduction. The words stuck in Libby's throat. Should she introduce him as her boyfriend and thereby continue the lie? Or should she come clean and wear Nina's judgment?
"I'm Paul," he said, sticking out his hand-the one that didn't bring her to orgasm-and offering a charming smile.
"Nina." She looked at him closely. "You're the guy from the bar, aren't you? You were there when Libby sprained her ankle."
"Yes, I'm the bar manager at First. We're interested in Libby's business, so she was kind enough to talk me through how she makes her product."
"Oh." Nina nodded, some of the suspicion seeping out of her features. "That's great."
"Nina is the one responsible for all the artwork I showed you." Libby looked up at Paul, hoping to hell her features didn't betray her.
Cool as a cucumber, you can do it!
"You make a great team." He looked at his phone and shoved it into his back pocket. "I should be heading off."
"Meet me in the office, Neens. I just need to finish up with Paul." Libby swallowed the giggle that bubbled up in her throat.
Maybe it was the fact that she'd had her first orgasm in months-one that didn't come from her own hand-or perhaps it was just that she was doing something naughty for once, but Libby felt giddy with the danger of it all. She never lied to her friends, and it had been an age since she got involved with a guy for anything more than scratching an itch.
But she had to remember that's all it was, a silly mistake. Paul was just the kind of guy to have a girl melting at his feet, that's why he was so damn good at it! She had to stay away; getting involved with a ladies' man was not on her agenda.
"Nice to meet you, Paul." Nina nodded and retreated into the depths of the house.
"Outside. Now." Paul's breath tickled her ear as the whispered command sent a shiver down her spine.