SeduceMe(37)

“I want to make you come again. With just my hands and mouth on your body and my cock inside you.”

“That’s what I want too.”

His mouth was on her throat again, teasing the sensitive skin as he picked up the pace and made love to her with a quick, scintillating tempo that had her panting and writhing beneath him within seconds.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Just like that. I can feel you so deep inside me.”

His thrusts became more forceful and her body responded, moving in ways it never had before. They rocked together in a sexy, exotic dance that made her muscles and nerve endings spring to life, bunching and tingling and making her ridiculously turned-on.

One of her hands left the soft strands she’d twined her fingers through and she maneuvered her way partially out of his embrace in order to skim down the long line of his spine, making him shiver. Her leg tightened around his waist and her palm flattened against the small of his back as she held him to her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and he whispered sexy words against her skin.

They were tangled together, moving at an erratic pace. She was drowning in sensory overload, trying to catalog and process every single sensation. She had trouble keeping up with them because they grew and expanded and morphed into one ginormous ball of tension that made her inner walls clutch Drake’s cock as she held onto the coalescing feelings.

“Christ,” he groaned. “Keep milking my cock like that.”

She loved making him feel good as much as she loved those few glorious moments when everything inside her reached a breathtaking pinnacle.

“I’m going to come and I want you to come with me,” she told him, barely able to speak because her breath was scarce. “Now,” she begged, “please. I want to feel you coming inside me when I come, Drake.”

He grunted in a carnal way as he pumped his cock into her, pushing her even higher. That huge ball of tension burst and she cried out his name as she came.

His orgasm hit him a second later and she felt the spasms deep inside her. She squeezed him tight as he crushed her to him. Her hips lifted off the sofa and she held onto him, not allowing even a hint of air between their twined bodies. His skin was warm and his muscles were rigid. He groaned again, his breath tickling her flesh, his lips brushing against her throat.

She stared up at the elaborately gilt-accented ceiling, wondering if there were actually stars painted up there or if they were simply flashing before her eyes because she’d come so hard. She blinked a couple of times and the little bursts of light dissipated.

“Wow, that was hot.”

Jane’s voice infiltrated the passion-induced haze fogging her brain. She rolled her head on the pillow and stared at the blonde waif standing alongside the sofa, fully dressed. Drake didn’t stir, not even bothering to lift his head from the crook of her neck.

“Sorry about the voyeurism,” Jane said in her singsong voice. “I’m sure you would have liked a little privacy, but I couldn’t help myself. You two are explosive together.”

Shana’s cheeks flushed. “The downside is that I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust without your cooler skin on mine.”

“Happy to oblige…” Jane said as she took a step forward. She pulled up short, though, as Drake let out a low growl. She laughed haughtily and said, “Point taken. You’ve sufficiently marked your territory.” To Shana, she added, “Sorry about the thing with the blood. It sort of came out of the blue and I wasn’t prepared for it. I hope I didn’t terrify you.”

“It was my fault. You know, being human and all.”

Jane smiled. “You’re very gracious. I promise I won’t lose it like that again.”

“You didn’t lose it, Jane. You were very well controlled. I admire and appreciate your respect for humans.”

Jane looked relieved—and grateful. “I want us to be friends. I don’t want you to fear I’m going to harm you.”

“I told you I don’t believe you will. You had your chance. Many of them, actually.”

She nodded, looking more relaxed. “Well. I’ll leave the two of you alone now.” She rounded the sofa and headed to the door.

Shana watched her go, but felt compelled to call out to her as she reached the door. Jane turned back to her and Shana said, “Thank you. You’ve already been a wonderful friend to me and I know we’re going to become even better friends.”

The petite woman—who no longer reminded Shana of the delicate females she’d envied—and Shana no longer felt like the Jolly Green Giant when in the arms of Drake Halston—crossed back to the sofa. She bent at the waist and was about to place a kiss on Shana’s cheek.