Undercover in the CEO's Bed(26)

The room was empty. For a second his breath caught as he surveyed the unoccupied bed. Then a muffled noise from the walk-in closet alerted him. He started breathing again as he stepped toward the closet and toed the door ajar. Jacinta was in there, slipping her dress onto a hanger. Clad in her cream silk underwear, she reached out to hang up the dress. The sweet curve of her bottom, barely covered by a film of silk, made his lungs constrict again.

Jesus, she was bad for his breathing.

As he entered, she turned. The filtered light from the bedroom glinted on her chestnut hair and glimmered on the smooth cups of her bra.

She licked her lips, surprise showing in her eyes. “I’ll only be a minute here. I’m just hanging up my dress.”

Unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped up behind her and ran his fingers down the sides of her body, exploring her undulating curves. “Take all the time you want,” he muttered. “I’m fully entertained.”

“What is it with you and dressing rooms?” she said, but there was a rosy tinge in her cheeks and a quiver in her body she couldn’t disguise.

“At least we don’t have a saleswoman outside the door.” He skimmed his fingertips up and down her torso, relishing the smoothness of her skin. “Let me be your assistant tonight.”

The creaminess of her skin had his pants straining at the zipper, but he was determined to slow things down a little. Brushing her hair to one side, he fit his mouth into the curve of her neck and laid a row of playful nips across her skin. Her answering shiver was all he needed. With his lips he nudged down the strap of her bra and nibbled at her shoulder.

“I think I’d better check your bra size.” He undid her bra, tossed it aside, and covered a breast with each palm. He was painfully hard now, his control rocking on a knife edge. Her generous breasts filled his hands perfectly. The feel of her nipples growing rigid against his palms didn’t help his restraint. Neither did her little moan as she arched her back, leaning her head against his shoulder and pushing her breasts against his teasing fingers.

If he didn’t contain himself he’d have her up against the wall in five seconds flat. She’d always had this devastating effect on him. He swore no other woman had ever had that power over him.

Unable and unwilling to break free of her spell, he closed his mind to those unsettling thoughts and let his libido take over. He explored her curvaceous waist and buttocks, all the while kissing her neck and shoulders. She writhed up and down his length, rubbing her butt against his groin until he almost snapped. This time he managed to get rid of her panties without ripping them. The scent of her steamy moistness filled the small closet. He eased her around to face him and lowered his head to lick the curve of her breasts.

“I—I didn’t know sales assistants did this,” she murmured between quick gasps.

“My tongue is a very accurate measuring tool. Let me give you a demonstration.” He lifted a breast and took a deep mouthful of her, swirling his tongue around her nipple. He released her slowly with a long, appreciative suck. “Um, a half inch.”

“S-sure?” she panted, clutching his shoulders.

“Mm, I’d better check the other one.” He dipped his head and took her other nipple between his lips, enjoying the feel of her fingernails digging into his shoulder. He suckled her deep before lifting his head. “Yup, they’re a match.”

“Th-thank God for that. I’ve always wanted matching nipples.”

Her face held that dazed, incredibly sexy expression he loved to see as he continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. Eventually he let his hands slide down her sides and knelt in front of her. He lifted her left leg and swung it over his right shoulder.

“Lex.” She gulped, her voice thick, almost frantic. “I don’t know if I...”

Her legs were trembling. So much she was just about to collapse. He gripped her hips, bracing her against the wall of the closet. “Jacy, I’m at your service tonight.”

He dipped his head and began to taste her. She quivered against him, helpless little moans filling the air. Moisture slicked his face. He didn’t know if it was him or her, but it turned him on as he continued to lap, greedy and merciless. He wanted her melting and helpless, wanted to bring her to that point where she was completely undone and he was still in control, just barely. But as he felt the last vestiges of her restraint disappear, she suddenly dug her fingernails into his shoulders much more forcibly.

“Stop,” she said, her voice so gruff he almost didn’t recognize it. She hauled her leg off his shoulder and pulled him upright.

“Stop?” He licked his lips, wanting more of her taste. “But we were just getting to the best part.”

“The best part is you inside me. Now.”

When had Jacinta started being so bossy about sex? The extra blood thudding in his groin told him he liked it. Her fingers fumbled for his waistband. He helped her, ripping off his shirt, unzipping his trousers and letting his engorged cock spring out. His own fingers weren’t quite steady as he found the condom in his pocket and rolled it on.

Jacinta ran her hands all over him, pressing soft little kisses into his chest as she pulled him closer, lifting a leg so he fitted into the space between her thighs. In the heaving dimness, her eyes glowed and her lips were full and sweet.

“Quick,” she whispered, her urgency thrilling him. “Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Lifting her leg higher, he thrust his full, engorged length into her slick channel. She gasped and pressed her hands against his butt to pull him further in, as if she was starving for every last inch of him. Hot damn, she was amazing. He had zero chance of doing this slowly. Giving in to his animal side, he pounded into her, lost in her brazen lust.

She rode with him, matching his tempo, her breathless groans filling the confined space. The scent of her perfume mingled with the salty smell of sex, sending him further into uncharted territory. He was lost and mindless to everything except his craving for her, and her only.

Dazed, he looked at her, at their drenched bodies fused together, and knew he’d never seen anything more beautiful. She smiled up at him, her face glistening and sweet, and then she circled her arms around his neck, pulled herself up, and kissed him, her mouth eager and honeyed. The feel of her tongue flirting with his pushed him over the edge. Clasping her hips, he quickened his pace, until he felt her flesh tightening around him and they came together in a roaring climax. The release was acute, as sharp and tangy as the taste of her still lingering on his lips.

Afterward, he kept his arms wrapped around her, his body still physically joined to hers, not wanting to separate. In the humid darkness she gazed up at him, her damp hair sticking to her forehead, her eyes luminous, her body still quivering and warm and desirable.

He couldn’t get enough of her. In a minute or two he’d want her all over again. By the look in her eyes, she felt the same way. He wouldn’t disappoint her. Their final night of hot, earthy sex, and he’d make it a night to remember. But was one night enough for him? Didn’t he want more?

Hell, sex had scrambled his brain too much to think straight. He shouldn’t pay attention to these questions. What more could he want from Jacinta?





Chapter Eleven

Jacinta woke first the next morning. For a while she indulged herself by gazing at Lex’s slumbering face on the pillow next to her. It was so rare for her to be able to study him like this, but now she could watch him to her heart’s content and take in every detail of his mussed-up hair, his sleep-softened cheeks, his relaxed jaw with the dark stubble showing through. In sleep he looked so different, so open and restful and...sweet.

This was the last time she’d see him like this. Her heart fisted in her chest. Stupid, useless daydreams. She wasn’t going to get caught in them. She slid out of the bed and padded quietly to the bathroom. By the time she’d finished showering and returned to the bedroom, Lex was already awake, yawning and looking very relaxed.

“Morning. Bathroom’s free.” She made herself sound breezy, carefree, as she wandered over to the walk-in closet.

“Thanks.” He tossed back the sheets, revealing himself in all his glorious nakedness as he rolled out of bed.

Her feet stumbled. Her mouth dried. Her eyes boggled as he sauntered toward the bathroom, the taut muscles in his butt flexing with each stride. God, how she wanted to rush after him and join him in that shower. How she’d love to get him all wet and soapy and hard...

Somehow she forced her buckling legs to carry her to the closet. Get ahold of yourself. You had your final night with Lex, and that’s the end.

No running after him into the shower. No making him suspect she was getting hung up on him. No risking her self-respect.

She pulled on jeans and a casual cotton shirt and twisted her hair into a ponytail. She pulled out her suitcase and started to pack. When she reached for her pajamas, she found herself frowning. The pajamas were still crisp and clean because both nights she’d spent naked with Lex.

“Everything okay?” he spoke from just behind her.

She spun around to find him close by. A towel hung around his hips. His chest glowed, droplets of water clinging to the hairs.