Big Shot(23)
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned in a low voice, wanting to make sure she realized exactly where all this teasing was heading.
“I know.” Her lashes fell half-mast, and a challenging smile curved her lips. “I double dog dare you.”
He had a brief flashback to their childhood and the many times he’d double dog dared her. It had been the ultimate taunt all those years ago, a sure way to get Natalie to do whatever he’d wanted because she’d never refuse any provocation. Now, she was turning the tables on him, and he didn’t need any more incentive to give life to all the things he’d fantasized about doing to her for so f*cking long.
But he wasn’t opposed to making her suffer, just a bit more, for everything she’d put him through tonight. Payback was a bitch. And there was also the little matter of her telling him not to kiss her again that needed to be resolved before they went any further. Because kissing her was definitely going to happen, along with a whole lot of other wicked, illicit things that would guarantee she’d beg for more. And the thought of Natalie gasping and pleading and desperate for him had his blood running hot in his veins.
Releasing her ass, he lifted his hands to her face, holding her jaw in his grasp. He tipped her head back slightly, until her hazy eyes locked with his. Then he slowly, gradually lowered his mouth, so close to her parted, upturned lips that he could feel each of her impatient breaths against his skin as her anticipation grew. She was more than primed for him to seal the deal, but he held it just out of her reach.
Finally, she moaned in frustration. “What are you waiting for?”
He smiled at the exasperation in her voice. “I’m waiting for your permission to kiss you, since you were pretty adamant about not allowing me to do it again the other night.” He dragged the pad of his thumb across her lower lip, marveling at his own restraint when he was dying to devour her. “I need to know it’s okay, because I’m not going to stop at just one taste this time, and I can pretty much guarantee that once my lips touch yours, there will be no going back. My mouth is going to be all over this gorgeous, sexy body of yours . . . licking at your neck, sucking your tight, pert nipples, biting along your stomach, and if you’re real good, I might even introduce your * to my tongue.”
She shivered, even as her soft laugh rolled into a desperate, needy moan. “You have my permission to kiss me, and please do all those other things to me, too.”
Ahhh, she’s already begging, he thought with a grin. He loved her uninhibited response to him, her lack of modesty that gave him free reign with her body and her pleasure. And eventually, his, too.
His mouth finally descended on hers. Their first kiss had been a slow, easy exploration, a way to distract her from something frightening, but not this time. They were both in it for the sole purpose of physical enjoyment, and there was a whole lot of her he wanted to savor. He sank his fingers into her soft, luxurious hair, wrapped the strands around his fist, and angled her mouth beneath his for a hotter, deeper taste.
The kiss was a prolonged one by conscious choice, minutes longer than he normally spent on a woman’s mouth. Lips interlocked and tongues tangled, moving in a sensual rhythm, easing in and out seductively, persuasively. Again and again. Natalie made a soft, purring sound in the back of her throat, which turned into a mewl of protest when he finally, reluctantly released her mouth from his . . . but only so he could nuzzle his face against her neck, trail his damp tongue up to her ear, and demand what he wanted next from her.
“Pull the top of your dress down so I can see and taste your gorgeous tits,” he rasped, then lifted his head so he could see her face and watch this normally rebellious woman obey his order.
Her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes dark and aroused as they looked into his. She raised her hands to the elastic neckline of her French maid costume, slid the short sleeves a quarter of the way down both arms, then pulled the stretchy material over her full breasts, revealing those twin beauties to his avid gaze. He filled both palms with the soft, supple flesh, kneading them until they were firm in his hands, then rolled her tight nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Her breathing escalated, and she shamelessly pushed and rubbed her breasts against his hands, silently asking for more. His mouth was more than happy to oblige, and he dipped down, drawing first one taut crest, then the other between his lips, giving them equal treatment. He sucked them so hard and deep she moaned and gripped his hair, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to force him to take more of her, as much as his mouth could handle.
He scraped his teeth across each sensitive tip, knowing by the shudder that shook her body and the restless shifting of her legs that the sharp twinge had spiraled straight down to her *. He soothed her sore nipples with his tongue, leisurely licking each aching bud and reveling in the soft cry of need that made his cock throb and had him sliding a hand between her thighs and along the slick silk fabric of her panties that were soaked all the way through.
“Wes.” She breathed his name like a prayer, her hips moving against his stroking fingers, seeking a deeper penetration, a firmer friction.
He wanted her naked. Wanted to see her curves, feel her quiver beneath his mouth and hands, and taste every inch of her skin. Reaching behind her, he tugged the zipper of her dress down, and when the material fell to her hips, he didn’t waste time shoving the outfit all the way down and off. He nearly tore off his shirt as she kicked the dress away, leaving her in just her panties, those sky-high stilettos, and the silky cascade of her wavy hair tumbling over her shoulders.