Proud to Serve Her(15)
He would not laugh, but the noise still escaped as a small snort. “Let me guess, fifteen minutes of fumbling in the dark, a few thrusts and he was done?”
God save him from frat boys more interested in firing the gun, than how to prime and prepare the field of engagement.
“More or less. It was awkward and it hurt and then it just…I really didn’t get the fuss.” She shifted, the awkward shyness bubbling up under the professional and extremely sexy woman. He dropped his hands to her hips, holding her still before he fired off a warning shot of his own.
“Sweetheart, I promise you extremely unpleasant college sex is the last thing I have in mind.”
Red suffused her skin and her teeth grazed her lower lip. The absolute uncertainty was adorable and irritating in the same breath. “I thought you were asking me upstairs to….”
“Oh, I am definitely inviting you upstairs, and I plan to strip off every stitch of your clothing, lay you down on a bed, and explore every glorious inch of your flesh.” He kept his gaze firmly on hers, rubbing her hips gently, a roaming caress that grazed up the side of her torso, then over her belly and down again to the thigh shrouded by her smart little skirt.
She really was wearing far too much clothing.
“The problem with college boys is they are too quick to shove their dick into any warm, wet orifice and forget that just because they’re ready, their partner may not be.”
The blush scalded her cheeks, but her lashes lifted, the provocative woman fighting to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to be a disappointment…you’ve been amazing all evening…and I would hate to….”
He swallowed the rest of her words with a kiss. Bracing an arm beneath her, he pushed up from the chair and lifted her against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her chest plastered to his. He smiled, murmuring. “Yes or no, sweetheart. Then leave everything to me….”
“Yes.” The word slid around his tongue as she dove back into the kiss. He barely managed to grab her purse strap with one hand before carrying her toward the red wall and nudging the latch that released the privacy door. He carried her down the quiet hallway and up the stairs to the private apartment. Behind him the door swished shut and locked. The door hidden by the paint job was a finishing touch he’d added when he realized how late or early he would want to be in the restaurant.
On the first landing, he gave her bottom a gentle tap. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
As she struggled to comply, he gave her skirt a little shove, freeing her legs. Her thighs tightened on his hips, and her ankles hooked over each other behind him, the tip of one heel tapping his thigh. The furnace of her sex pressed against his throbbing erection.
He pressed the key code for the electronic lock and released the door. Once inside, he dropped her purse nearby, but snagged the white silk scarf from the top. Then he strode through the darkened apartment, torturing himself by grinding against her heat with every step.
In the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and went to his knees at the bed as he sat her down, claiming her with another kiss. Her thighs spasmed, rocking her hips toward his invitingly.
He nibbled a path of kisses to her ear. “Do you have any attachment to this blouse?”
“No,” she breathed. “I got it on sale at….”
He stopped listening at the no and gripped the lapels, ripping it open and sending the buttons bouncing across the wooden floors. Beneath the top, her breasts peeked at him from beneath cream-colored demi cups. Sweet, small and barely a palm full, he rubbed both of his hands over them.
The twin hard points of her nipples pressed against the scrap of cloth, but he continued the slow strokes, caressing her chest. He followed the dip into the valley between her breasts and along the edges of the bra until he rolled a slow, whorl around the stiffened flesh. His gaze never left her face and he smiled at her gasp of wonder.
“Sex is a lot like cooking.” He rubbed one point between his thumb and forefinger. “You have to be patient. Some dishes are flash fried, hot and tempting, but others need loving care, spice rubs for example, need to be thoroughly massaged, ensuring a full flavor is absorbed by every ounce and then you lay it over the heat, and you cook it slowly until the juices flow….”
He leaned in, tugging one cup down and capturing the pebbled nipple, a whisper of pressure before teasing it with gentle laps. She fisted his hair, but he ignored the demand, taking his time to thoroughly sample the nipple, drawing it between his teeth until he could suck it properly. Her legs clenched against his hips. He traced a path with a single finger to the other cup and lavished the that nipple with the same treatment.