Reckless (Brazen #2)(10)

She reached for his hand and pulled it upward. His palm grazed one breast, and she stopped, forcing him to cup the plump mound.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

Her skin was so soft. Baby fine.

He yanked his hand away. Baby. Of course it was baby soft because next to him, she was a freaking infant.

Undeterred, she dug her fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged at the fly.

It came undone and she reached in, her hand curling around his dick.

“Nikki, honey, you have to stop this.” He gripped her hand and pulled it away, holding it as far away from his body as he could. “Go home. We can’t do this.” Again she raised one delicate eyebrow. “Oh, but we can, J.T. Who’s going to stop us? Your door is locked. No one in their right mind is out in this rain. Except me,” she added with a laugh.

She reached for him with her other hand and managed to shove his pants down over his hips. His c**k sprang out, desperate for her touch, and she didn’t disappoint.

Her fingers brushed over the head then closed around the base. He damn near came in her hand.

What was it about this woman that drove him stark raving mad? All she had to do was touch him, and he lost any and all control. He prided himself on his discipline, on his ability to not cave to his desires. But damn it, this woman made him throw caution to the wind.

Again she fell to her knees in front of him, and her mouth closed hot around his cock. Fire consumed him. Hot, edgy, painful. But so damn good. So. Damn. Good.

He yanked her to her feet. “Not today, honey. No kneeling for you. I’ve had about enough of that fake submissive shit.”

She laughed, her eyes gleaming as he picked her up and backed her to the desk. He laid her out like a feast, all spread out for him. And damn if he wasn’t starving.

“There’s a condom in my pants pocket,” she said huskily.

His lips thinned as he stared ferociously at her. “I think I can take care of the damn protection.” He yanked open his desk drawer, rummaged around then pulled out a condom.

“Why, J.T., one would think you’d been expecting me,” she teased.

A dull flush heated its way up his neck. How could she know he’d just bought them?

Hell, he didn’t even know why he’d bought the damn things. He hadn’t had sex in a year, and he certainly never kept rubbers in his desk drawer. Only after she’d come to town with her sexy-as-sin walk and those pouting lips.

Ignoring her smirk, he lowered his head to her br**sts, but she placed her palms over his cheeks and forced him higher until their lips hovered precariously close.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Me. Not my br**sts.” Her lips were plump and so tempting. He knew he’d be lost if he tasted her.

Completely and utterly lost.

She didn’t give him a choice. Her head came off the desk, and she fused her lips to his. Hot. Intoxicating and so damn sweet.

Her tongue fluttered over his lips, and without thinking, he parted them, allowing her entrance. Soft and inquisitive, she delved into his mouth, brushing across his tongue, leaving her taste.

He curved his hand behind her neck, thrusting his fingers into her thick hair. He took control of the kiss and swallowed her moan of pleasure. He wanted all of her. She belonged to him.

That thought sent alarm bells clanging in all directions. She wasn’t his. What he was doing was wrong. But she felt so incredibly right. And he wanted her. Wanted her so damn bad he couldn’t breathe around her. Would it be so bad to exist in the moment and pretend she could be his, even if for only a little while?

And then she shifted and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She whispered into his mouth, and it took a moment to understand what she’d said.

“Love me, J.T. Please love me.”

Her words tugged at him. Such a simple plea and yet so heartfelt. Could he make love to her and then let her go?

He tore himself from her mouth and slid his lips down the side of her jaw, to the tender skin of her neck. He inhaled her sweet scent as he nibbled his way over her shoulder toward her br**sts.

She squirmed and twisted underneath him, and he smiled as he sucked one taut nipple into his mouth. He suckled lightly for a while, teasing and nipping at one breast before he lazily turned his attention to the other.

Her muscles shook and spasmed, and her breaths came heavy. After sucking tenderly for several seconds, he sank his teeth into the firm point. She cried out and arched off his desk.

“Shhhh, honey,” he murmured. “We have to be quiet.” She whimpered and ran her hands frantically over his shoulders.

“Take me, J.T. Make me yours,” she begged.

He closed his eyes as his dick tightened painfully. She was so f**king responsive.

All he had to do was touch her. Making love to a woman who was so tuned into him was a power trip like he’d never experienced. He felt invincible.

His mouth slid down her body, her exquisite, oh-so-tempting body. Her belly ring quivered as his tongue traced a line around it. Pretty and delicate like her. Feminine. He liked it. Even the pink streak was growing on him in a big way. Somehow it just fit.

He kissed a line to her pu**y, enjoying the feel of her against his mouth. She smelled as good as she tasted, and he knew he’d never get enough of her.

Reaching underneath her knees, he hooked his arms and pulled her ass to the edge of the desk. She lined up perfectly with his cock, and he was dying to get inside her.