Shocked, Inez remained completely still under the initial onslaught. Like a computer overwhelmed with information, her brain blanked out briefly and then restarted as his hands caught her by the behind and lifted her up, pressing her against his hard need. Regaining her senses, Inez reached up to catch him by the hair and tugged viciously, trying to make him stop. When that didn’t work, she bit down on his tongue, not enough to do real damage, but enough to warn him off.
Thomas broke the kiss at once and she felt a moment’s relief, but then his mouth simply slid across her cheek to her ear.
“Thomas,” she hissed in a whisper, aware that the street was only a few feet to her left and not wanting to draw the attention of passersby, “you have to stop. Someone will see us here.”
When he lifted his head and let her slide back to her feet, she felt a moment’s relief, but then he simply urged her farther back in the alcove.
“What—?” Inez asked with confusion and then felt the wall press into her back again as he pressed her into the shadows. “Thom—”
His name died on a gasp of surprise as his hand suddenly covered one of her breasts through her blouse, then his mouth was on hers again, his tongue sweeping out to rasp against her own. Inez closed her eyes, trying to fight off the sensations awakening in her, but the man had had two hundred years to practice his technique and was good at it. Still, she tried one more time, twisting her head to the side to break the kiss so she could gasp, “Thomas you have to—”
Her eyes shot open in surprise as his head ducked and he closed his mouth over the breast he’d been caressing. Inez stared down in shock as she saw that he’d somehow opened her blouse without her realizing it, nudged her silk bra aside and was now suckling on one naked nipple, drawing it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue so that the tender nub hardened with excitement.
“Thomas.” She’d meant it as a reprimand, but it came out a breathless moan. Even worse, the hand that had been tugging at his hair, now cradled his head, urging him on.
When Thomas’s teeth scraped against the excited flesh he was suckling, Inez moaned, and clutched her fingers closed on the strands of his hair again, this time not trying to make him stop so much as trying to pull him up to kiss her again. Thomas did at once, his tongue immediately sweeping out to dance with hers as he caught her by the behind and lifted her again. This time when he urged her against the hardness at his groin, she groaned and caught her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest so that she was plastered to him from top to bottom.
Thomas stepped closer, pinning her to the wall with his body so that his hands were free to roam. Inez gasped and shuddered and sucked furiously at his tongue as his hands slid over her. When he caught her under the thighs and urged them up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, slightly changing the angle of their contact as he ground into her.
“I need you,” he growled, breaking their kiss again and leaning back slightly so that he could close both hands over her breasts. One was bare, but the other was still covered by her bra. Thomas fixed that quickly enough so that he could caress her naked flesh.
Inez covered his hands with her own and leaned her head back against the wall, moaning as she shifted her hips to grind against him and then one of his hands slid away and the cool night air caressed her breast as she felt him fiddling at the waist of her slacks.
“Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?” he muttered with frustration.
“I will from now on,” Inez promised and then the material at her waist gave and his hand slid inside and between her legs. Inez bucked against him and cried out as his finger brushed against her slick flesh, a sound that he cut off by covering her mouth again with his own.
Inez kissed him back frantically, slipping one of her own hands between them to press it against his erection, and squeezing firmly. When Thomas growled into her mouth, she released him and worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, opening both so that she could slip her own hand inside to find him, and then his cell phone rang.
Seven
Thomas and Inez both pulled apart slightly and then froze, their eyes locking on each other as his cell phone continued to ring. When he didn’t react, Inez slid her hand in the back pocket of his jeans, retrieved his phone and held it up between them.
Sighing, Thomas allowed her to slide to her feet and took the phone. Opening it, he barked, “Hello.”
Herb immediately began nattering in his ear, but Thomas wasn’t paying attention. His gaze as well as all his focus was on Inez as she began to straighten her clothes. Thomas watched her tucking all that delectable flesh away, hard-pressed not to drop his phone and simply rip every stitch of material off of her. That was foremost in his thoughts despite the fact that one very tiny part of his brain was telling him he should really drop to his knees, apologize, and beg her forgiveness. The Sweet Ecstasy in his system might be driving him wild with need, but there was still one portion of Thomas’s brain functioning and it was enough to throw a bit of guilt on the mixture of hunger and desire presently swirling in his brain.