And he took. Lifting the bra up and out of his way, Sage looked his fill of the full, luscious breasts that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since the first night he'd seen her in that red dress. Her dusky-rose nipples were hard and erect and he couldn't help himself. He dipped low and took first one, then the other into his mouth, rolling that sensitive tip between his lips and tongue, scraping the edges of his teeth across the pebbly surface until she was sobbing his name. She held his head to her tightly and when he suckled her she actually shrieked. That unfettered sound went straight to his groin and pushed him to take more. To give more.
To have it all.
He straightened up, dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans and quickly undid the snap and zipper. Their eyes were locked on each other as he dipped one hand down, sliding across her abdomen, beneath the sliver of elastic of the panties she wore, and then delved deeper, cupping her hot, wet core. At his first touch, her so-expressive eyes glazed over and she rocked her hips into his hand, silently asking for more. But he held still, not moving, not stroking, torturing them both. He luxuriated in the feel of her hot, slick flesh beneath his hand and gritted his teeth as he fought for control. Then he slid the pad of his thumb across one particularly sensitive spot and her body jerked in response.
Her breath hissed in and out of her lungs, her eyes grew wide, her lips parted and her tongue swept out to lick them. He bent his head and kissed her briefly as he continued to tease her, stroking that bud of sensation, enjoying the tremors that continued to rack her body as she twisted and writhed in his grasp.
"Sage, please..." She tore her mouth from his to beg him for the release he continued to keep just out of her reach. "You have to," she murmured, her gaze imploring him, pleading with him to ease the coiled tension inside her. "Touch me. Take me."
He lost himself in her eyes and gave her what she needed. What they both needed. Sage dipped his fingers into her depths, stroking, caressing. Her movements quickened, her breath was strangled, and still she whispered his name as the cold air wrapped itself around them in an icy embrace. He felt the magic of her tight heat as she groaned and writhed wildly against him. She clung to his shoulders, widened her stance to give him more access and moved with him at every stroke of his hand.
He watched her. Couldn't take his eyes off of her. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than Colleen in the grip of passion. Small, breathless sounds escaped her throat. She chewed at her bottom lip and locked her gaze with his until all he could see of the world were her amazing, deep blue eyes.
Everything she felt shone clearly on her face, so he knew when her climax was hurtling toward her. Knew when she reached the precipice and fused his mouth to hers when she finally bolted over the edge, trembling and quaking in his arms with the force of her release.
And when it was done, he wanted more. He was hungrier for her now than he had been before he had touched her, and damned if he was going to wait any longer.
"Come with me," he blurted, hoping she could hear him through the sexual haze clouding her mind and her eyes.
He didn't bother doing up her jeans again. He'd only have to undo them in a second or two. Taking hold of her hand, he marched back to the front door, grabbed the key and unlocked it. Pulling her inside after him, he threw the bolt on the door, then grabbed her and held her tightly enough to him that she couldn't help but feel the hard thickness of his own arousal pushing into her. Still, she was a little nervous about going into someone else's home like this.
"Can we do this? In a stranger's house?"
"Ed's not a stranger to me," Sage whispered. "Trust me, he'd approve. So? What do you think?"
Colleen hoped he was right about what Ed would think because she really didn't want to waste this moment. He was staring down into her eyes and her sense of caution was washed away in a rising tide of desire.
"Yes," she whispered in answer to his unspoken question. "Yes, Sage. Now."
She licked her lips and then went up on her toes to kiss him as hungrily as he had kissed her the first time. He met that passion with all of his own. Tearing her sweater off, he then pulled up her shirt and whipped it over her head before tossing it to the nearest chair. She was pulling at his jacket, too, then ripping at his shirt. He heard a couple of buttons sail across the room and he didn't give a damn. Anything to have her skin against his. Now. This minute.
No more waiting.
He was blind to everything but her. Sage had never known such all-consuming desire before. Sex had always been fast and hot and no deeper than a puddle. This was more because she was more. But he didn't want to think about that now. Didn't want to consider just why he was so desperate to have her. It was enough that he needed. Wanted.
She pulled free of the kiss, reached for his belt buckle and undid it, her gaze on his, never shifting. Nothing sexier than a woman who can look you in the eye while getting naked. She unbuttoned his jeans and then reached inside to cup her hand around his aching, rock-hard erection.
At the first touch of her fingers, he damn near lost it and that was humiliating to admit, even to himself. But he was wound so tight, hurting so bad, it wasn't surprising. Her grip was strong and gentle, firm and soft, and the touch of her fingers on his sensitized skin was like putting a match to dry kindling.
"Don't." Gritting his teeth, he took hold of her hand and pulled it free as he gave her a half smile to take the sting out of his sharp warning. "You keep that up, and it's over before we get started."
"Okay then. Can't have that." She toed off her sneakers before taking hold of her jeans to drag them off.
"I'll do that," he said, stroking his hands across her breasts, cupping them in his palms, thumbing her nipples, until she swayed unsteadily on her feet. "I've been thinking of nothing but stripping you out of your jeans for the past few days. I want to enjoy the moment."
"Hope it's okay if I enjoy it, too," she whispered.
"Absolutely." Smiling, he dropped his hands to the waist of her jeans and slowly pushed them down over her generous, gorgeous hips. He took that tiny swatch of lace panties with him as he went, and going down on his knees, he left a trail of kisses along her flesh as it was exposed to his gaze. "You have an amazing body," he murmured.
She squirmed in his grasp and reached down to slide her fingers through his hair, dragging her nails across his scalp. "My boobs are too big," she argued in a quiet voice. "And so are my feet and my butt."
"You're wrong," he whispered and as if to prove a point, he slid his hands around to cup her behind, his fingers kneading her tender flesh until she whimpered and swayed unsteadily. "You have a great butt and your breasts...beautiful."
She held on to his shoulders to keep herself steady and then stepped out of her jeans when he wanted her to. Then she was naked, standing there in a splash of watery sunlight, as glorious as he'd known she would be. He ran his hands over the line of her hips and all the way down her long, shapely legs to her narrow feet. "I love your curves. A man could get lost in your body and happily stay that way."
She cupped her hand under his chin and tipped his head back so she could look into his eyes. "You mean that," she asked after a long second or two, "don't you?"
"Babe," he assured her, "your body is a wonderland."
She had curves and he liked them. She had long legs and he wanted them wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into her body. And the dark blond curls at her center were at just the right height for him to do something he'd been dreaming of doing for far too long.
Still looking up at her, Sage reached out to brush those curls aside, clearing a path for his mouth, his tongue. She knew what he was about to do. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath and held it. "Sage..."
"I want to taste all of you," he said and leaned in, covering her heat with his mouth.
She gasped and arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her short, neat nails scraping his skin. She wobbled unsteadily, but his hands on her butt kept her still, held her in place.
He licked and kissed and stroked and fed the frenzy leaping inside him. He sensed the tension in her body and tightened it with every slide of his tongue. His hands ran up and down her thighs, over her hips, and then dipped down so that he could invade her heat even while he tasted her.
The world shrank down until there was only Colleen. Her taste, her scent-she was all. She was everything. Every soft moan and gasp that escaped from her throat made him more frantic to feel her body bucking under his. He sensed she was close to another climax, and this time, he was going to be buried deep inside her when she came.