Unexpectedly His(47)

Jesus, she was perfect. He’d already touched her, enjoyed every inch of her body, but to see her trembling and naked, gorgeous and wanting, Nick felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

Her flushed skin glowed in the dim lamplight, and a shadow fell across the delicate collarbone that framed her lush breasts. Rosy nipples beaded in the night air, begging to be warmed by his tongue. Her waist and hips curved in a bombshell figure straight from an old-time movie, and he wanted to grab on and plunge into her depths as she wrapped those killer legs around him. Oh yeah, they were going on a ride tonight, a long, sexy ride that would make her cry out in desperate pleasure.

She crooked a finger at him, and he had to fight the urge not to run across the room.

Nick walked toward her in an even stride that left no room for objection. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Slowly. Deeply. Then he fell to his knees at her feet. She stepped out of her dress and he moved to slip off her sexy, open-toed shoes, but her whispered words stopped him mid-motion.#p#分页标题#e#

“Leave them on.”

Sweet mother of God.

That hot command falling from her sweet lips was more than he could take. He gazed up at her as his palms skimmed the back of her calves and her thighs, gliding over her silky skin to cup her gorgeous ass. He stood and dragged her body against his. He wanted to be gentle, to take it slow, but he was damned if he could control his response to her adorable little striptease. This woman was driving him crazy. Hot. Did. Not. Begin. To. Cover. It. Nick was on fire for her.

He wanted her. All of her and he wanted her now. Off-limits had skipped town days ago. And in this moment, he didn’t care about potential career pitfalls or secrets.

He bent his head and captured her lips with his, kissing her, nipping at the fullness of her bottom lip, tasting the sweetness of her, reveling in her innocent temptation. His hands caressed the line of her naked back as his mouth ravaged her lips. There was something so naughty and erotic about her standing there, with nothing on but her sexy shoes, while his mouth roamed her skin. But he wanted more.

As if sensing his need, her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. But he couldn’t wait another second. He needed her now.

“Tear the damn thing open,” he said in a low, desperate voice he almost failed to recognize as his own.

She gave him no reason to ask twice as her fingers tore at the buttons and ripped open the shirt in one swift move. Small hands pressed the fabric away from his shoulders and down his back. The linen hit the floor. Her body arched toward him, easing up against his half-naked body, and a soft sigh fell from her lips. Her eyes darkened as her gaze raked over him, filled with a wonder and need that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. With his fingers buried in the golden hair at her nape, he kissed her temples and her jaw and her lips. Her palms slid across his shoulders and down his chest. He pressed a little closer, his need to feel her beneath him growing intense. In answer, her fingertips burned a trail along his ribcage, moving low across his abs before moving to the waistband of his pants.

She undid the button and lowered the zipper with a soft sigh. Something about her wild, pleading moans and her agonizing sighs spoke straight to the man in him. A secret smile crossed her pretty face as she dragged the soft cotton pants over his ass and down his thighs, letting her fingers skim along his muscles in a not-so-innocent game of seduction. He kicked off his leather shoes, hustled his pants from his ankles, and looked down at her. She was on the floor on her knees, and the sight of her gazing up at him, her blue eyes filled with longing, sent him reeling

His body shook as she ran her tongue along his erection, hardening him further—a feat he hadn’t thought possible—as she took him into her mouth. God, he’d never known he could feel so powerless at a woman’s touch. He bore her ministrations for as long as he could, savoring every caress of her mouth and hands on his cock, then he reached for her and dragged her up his body. No more teasing. No more aching touches. Tonight he planned to bury himself deep within her, starting right freaking now.

“Marianne,” he said in a husky voice, “I plan to show you how sexy you are, prove how much you turn me on, and when I’m finished, you are going to cry out my name in absolute need. Can you promise me that? Because I want to hear you say my name when you come. Promise me.”

“I promise,” she whispered.

He nodded. “Make good on that promise, Marianne, and we’ll do it again.”

She ran her tongue over her lips and reached back for the condom she’d left on the nightstand. “We will?”