Much as he hated to stop her, he closed his hand over hers.
She shot him a startled look over her shoulder… and then her cheeks tinged pink under the rich gold of her skin. “Sorry,” she mouthed.
“I’m not.” He’d waited what felt like a lifetime to have Thea pet him that way.
Later that night, she did it again, but this time, they were both naked and she had his cock in her mouth.
“Christ.” Sprawled on his back in bed, with her kneeling between his thighs, her lips painted with a luscious new coat of lipstick, and her beautiful body curved over him as the hot suction of her mouth drove him to insanity, she was his every erotic fantasy come to life.
Grasping fistfuls of her hair in his hands, he couldn’t help thrusting into her mouth. “God, yes. Suck me just like that.”
She didn’t shy at his aggressiveness, licking her tongue along the underside.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Fuck me with your mouth.”
Taking him at his word, she tightened the soft, wet suction and began to move on him in a faster, deeper tempo, his cock glistening as it pushed in and out through the glossy red of her lips.
His eyes rolled back in his head, spine arching.
No, damn it to hell!
He was going to come and she’d barely gotten started. “Thea,” he said in hoarse warning.
Continuing to caress his thighs with her hands, she sucked him as if he was her favorite treat… and looked up to lock her gaze with his.
He came.
Hard enough that he saw stars, his muscles feeling as if they would tear from the rigid tension, his balls drawn up tight against his body. Shuddering, he surrendered to the sexual ecstasy, to her, and when he lifted his heavy lids after it had passed, it was to see her sitting up.
She licked her lips.
“Fuck!” Another shock ripped through him.
Prowling up his body, her hair a tumbled mess and her lips swollen, most of her lipstick gone, she said, “You have a dirty mouth underneath that gentlemanly exterior, David Rivera.” She kissed him, the eroticism blinding. “I like it, especially the dirty things you do to me with that mouth.”
He gathered up the energy to run one hand down her spine and to her butt. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off to the fantasy of sliding my cock between your lips.” Nothing he’d imagined had come close to the blinding pleasure of the real thing.
Rubbing herself against him, all satiny skin and hard nipples, and lower down, an erotic slickness, Thea kissed his jaw, his throat. “Every time you walked into my office after my breakup,” she said, her eyes naked with an intense vulnerability, “I wanted to slip into your arms and have you hold me.”
“Thea.” He would’ve given anything to do exactly that; seeing her in pain was like being tortured with thumbscrews.
Her lashes came down and when they rose again, the vulnerability was tempered by mischief. “Later, after the emotional bruises began to fade, I used to fantasize about seducing you against the door, going down on you while I was dressed for work—heels included.”
David’s fingers dug into her left buttock. “You cannot tell me things like that,” he groaned. “I’ve promised you I’ll behave in the office.”
A husky laugh. “It’s your fault. All those buttoned-up shirts and the way you watch me with your gorgeous eyes.” Licking over his nipple, she bit lightly at it. “How am I supposed to resist the temptation?” She began to lick and kiss her way down his ribcage.
Sated though he was, it felt good, really good, to have her caressing him. “I’m being selfish,” he said, still not moving.
Thea ran her nails up his thighs. “You go on being selfish,” she said over his deep-throated groan. “I’m having fun.”
“I love your idea of fun.” In truth, David loved everything about Thea, wanted to shout his devotion from the rooftops—but he wasn’t certain Thea was ready to hear it yet, and he could be patient now that she was his.
He would speak with his touch, his loyalty instead.
Continuing to kiss her way down and across his body, she blew on the skin she’d wet. He tugged her up to ask for another kiss. The scent of her was intoxicating. His recently satisfied cock grew heavy and hard again. “Let’s have a different kind of fun,” he said and slipped his hand between her thighs. What he discovered had him uttering a shaky “Baby, you’re drenched.”
No woman had ever wanted him so much.
Hips rising and falling on his fingers, she said a breathy “You taste good.”
After that, the only words they spoke were whispered and rough, their bodies hot with need and the air musky with sex.