All the Right Moves(40)

Oh, God. She crawled onto the mattress, absurdly happy that she’d sprung for a top-notch bed. “Why were you surprised I don’t have condoms?”

“Was I?”

“Come on.”

“I honestly don’t remember thinking anything. Short-term memory issues.” He kissed her mouth and toyed with the elastic of her panties. “Let’s get rid of this.”

She’d forgotten about the thong. Before she could take care of it, he moved down to kiss her belly. She tensed, waiting to see where he’d kiss next as he pulled down the red silk. His moist breath bathed the skin at the top of her thighs. Next came his lips, his teeth, the tip of his tongue...until she interrupted to help him draw the panties to her ankles. She used her toes and heel to speed the process. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t touch him. She wanted to very badly.

“Come here,” she said, then added, “Please,” when his slow smile told her he had no intention of hurrying.

“What’s the rush?” He dragged the backs of his fingers up the inside of her thigh, and laughed when she clamped her legs together.

She didn’t care if he found out she was wet; she simply didn’t want it all to end in two minutes. “The reason I don’t have condoms,” she said, lifting her shoulders off the mattress and curling up until she could almost reach him, “is because I’ve been too busy for...this...”

“I’m honored you made time for me.”

“You should be.” She closed her hand around his cock, and the humor left his face.

His strained expression and low moan warned her to be careful or they’d both climax too soon. Leaning back, she stared at the thick hard flesh in her hand. She stroked him, following the upward curve with a light grip that made him pulse against her palm.

“Look who’s impatient now,” she teased, but payback was swift as he rolled, forcing her to release him, and then hovered over her, using his knee as a wedge between her thighs.

“What was that?” He gave her a sly grin as he stretched out, his leg pinning one of hers beneath him.

“Get off, you brute.” Her smile undercut her words.

“Brute? Are you kidding? I’m a sweetheart.” He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he lifted her chin and took her mouth in a searing kiss that eased into a languid exploration.

Surprisingly, once she’d gotten over the abrupt change, she liked the slow, tense buildup of heat, although sooner rather than later, he’d better start revving things up.

As if he’d read her mind he moved his lips to the base of her throat, planting a kiss at the top of her breast before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He used just the right amount of pressure and suction to make her quiver, make her want to beg him to ease the burning need inside her. But she wouldn’t, not yet.

Gripping his shoulders, she inhaled his scent, clean and as masculine as the muscles that flexed under his warm skin. Try as she might, with him still teasing her breasts, she couldn’t reach far enough down to get a grip on his amazing butt.

Balancing himself on his left elbow, he retraced the path on the inside of her thigh until she held her breath, waiting, desperate for him to touch her. She moved her hips against his erection, taking satisfaction in his groan. He lifted his head, and the moment seemed to freeze. He didn’t move, just watched her face.

She wasn’t sure what was happening, and then gasped at the invasion of his finger sliding into her damp heat. Her shoulders came up off the mattress and she couldn’t seem to catch her next breath. He pushed in deeper, and rubbed her with his thumb.

“No,” she said. “No. No. No.”

He stopped. Everything.

“Oh, God, no, it’s just...” She still couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Not yet.”

His expression changed in an instant. The intensity returned as his desire flared. He reentered her with two fingers. Found the sensitive nub.

She bucked and clenched, which made everything worse. “You bastard.”

“Don’t fight it.” His heated breath washed over her still-damp nipple. “I’m not going to stop at one.” Surging up, he kissed her lips, parted them with his tongue and thrust in rhythm with his fingers.

Eyes shut, Cassie reached for him, but the pressure got to be too much. Everything inside her tightened. She arched against his hand, her body tensing, her breath held. When she came, she bucked so hard it dislodged his fingers. Another spasm hit, not as strong, but more than she expected. He was hot and it had been a while for her, but that didn’t explain her body’s reaction.