The Hookup Handbook(33)
But before I can dissect that thought, Case slides one hand over the curve of my hip and finds a new hold at the juncture of my thighs. His fingers flirt with the idea of entering me, which wakes me up quicker than a double shot of espresso. He rubs slowly back and forth, lightly caressing me.
I let out a soft groan and part my thighs a little to encourage him.
He kisses the back of my neck again. “That feel nice, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I murmur, moving my hips as his fingers slide lower.
It’s crazy how talented this man is. It’s like he’s studied maps of female anatomy and knows exactly which spots to touch, how much pressure to apply, and which speed to move.
He pushes one thick finger inside me, and we both let out a groan.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His voice is deep and raspy, filled with wonder.
I would have figured he’s been with so many women that my body would hold no mysteries for him, but his tone is so reverent and worshipful that I blush at his words. Unless he just knows all the right things to say . . .
Which spurs my brain back into reality.
I shift so I’m lying on my side facing him and meet his eyes. It means his talented fingers are no longer doing the most delicious things to me, but this is more important.
He shoots me a curious look. “Not sore, are you?”
I shake my head. “I thought we said last night was a one-time thing.” I don’t want to stop him, but I can’t help but be skeptical. And if he’s going to lead me on with heavy petting only to deny me the real deal, I’m better off nipping this in the bud now.
“Does it really count as more than once if we haven’t even gotten out of bed yet?”
I stifle a giggle. I’ll take that as a rhetorical question. However he needs to justify it is fine by me.
I settle beside him again, back in my original position, and part my thighs the slightest bit, making room for Case’s hand to slide comfortably between them from behind. His middle finger slides inside easily, reaching deep within me until a low moan builds in my throat.
Case hums with pleasure, groaning at how wet I am already. Tilting his pelvis, he pushes his growing erection against the small of my back as he adds a second finger, sliding in and out of my wetness. I rock my hips against his thrusts as he gains speed, bringing me more pleasure than I knew was possible with just two fingers.
The thought of his G-spot stimulation chapter flickers through my mind, then immediately disintegrates. Every memory of working with this man is far, far gone. All I know of Case is here, between my legs, making my body quake and tense and moan. The muscles in my legs contract as my breath quickens to greedy panting, and the heat builds to an apex beneath his fingers.
“That’s it,” Case says on a groan. “Come for me, Sienna.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
As his fingers curl against me one last time, every muscle in my body releases, and I ride out the white-hot wave of pleasure pulsating through me, his fingers still snug inside me until I’ve finally stilled.
“So sexy,” he whispers, easing his fingers out and trailing them lightly along my skin, leaving every hair in their wake standing on end. The morning wood pressed against my ass is now a full-blown erection. He’s ready for me, and I’m desperate for him.
Case pulls away for a moment. I hear the rumble of his bedside drawer opening, the crinkle of a condom wrapper tearing open, the rubbery sound of him unrolling it over his length. Anticipation fires through me until I can’t lie still anymore. I roll onto my stomach and shift up on my knees, my ass readily offered into the air.
“Oh, so is this how we’re doing this?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I realize I haven’t kissed those lips since we fell asleep last night. Suddenly, I’m craving a taste. I flip over into a sitting position and place one hand on his stubbled cheek.
The man must be a mind reader, because he gives me precisely what I want.
Planting his hands on the bed on either side of me, he leans in and his mouth envelops mine in a deep, firm kiss. The softness of his lips matched with the biting scratch of his five o’clock shadow is enough to leave me breathless the second he pulls away.
“Why don’t you get back on your knees for me?” Case suggests in a low, deep voice. “I liked that view.”
My breath flutters in the back of my throat. God, how can someone be so gentle yet so domineering? He knows how to treat a woman right, but won’t for a second let me forget he’s the boss. Literally.
I return to my prior position, the bed shifting as he kneels behind me, his thumb circling my clit. I tremble at the slightest touch, still fresh off my orgasm. His free hand floats up to meet my left breast, taking hold of the hard pink bud of my nipple and gently rolling it between his fingers. I’m so captivated by his touch that I hardly realize I’m moaning again.
And then, at long last, his hands find their grip on my hips, and as he lets out one long, smooth exhale, his full length enters me.
Oh. My. God.
If I thought last night was magic, then this must be pure wizardry.
Unable to hold the full weight of my body with the intensity of him filling me so deeply, I drop to my elbows and rest my cheek against my forearm.
“Holy fuck, Case,” I say under my breath.
He chuckles darkly and caresses my ass cheek with one hand. “You okay, sweetheart?”