The anticipation as she waited for him to move built like a slow-acting drug in her blood, her heart pounding and her lungs struggling for air.
And when he finally did, she drew in a deep breath and held it as his fingertips brushed along the inside of her thighs. Light as a feather but as tantalizing as his scent.
She felt the stiff rod of his erection nestle between the cheeks of her ass, and she ground back against him, wanting to torment him just a little in return.
But he got back at her, his fingers finally moving, if only to brush against her clit so lightly she couldn’t honestly say he’d touched her at all. It was more like the whisper of a touch.
When she moaned, so softly she barely heard herself, the finger he had at her jaw took a leisurely path down her neck, coaxing shivers from her overheating body. He traced the hollow of her throat and the line of her collarbone. From there, it was only inches to her breast. He stroked the upper slope of her breast, tantalizing her already over-stimulated nerves with more pleasure.
“Jared.” She barely whispered his name, but she knew he heard her when his hand obeyed her unspoken command and slipped into her bodice to cup her breast.
She moaned again when his fingers lifted her out of the material, baring her to the air, and tweaked her pebble-hard nipple. Her sex clenched, needed something to fill it as she nearly came from his touch.
And just as she had the thought, he slipped two fingers between her slick lips and thrust.
Caught against his hard body, held in place by his hands in her pussy and around her breasts, Annabelle came again, her body shuddering, her cry of completion lost in the music of the piano and the sounds of the other couples and threesomes enjoying themselves.
Jared drew out the sensation, his fingers thrusting inside, rubbing that spot that made her mindless, and rolling her nipple almost to the point of pain.
And when finally he removed his fingers from her body, she thought she might just fall in a puddle of satiation at his feet.
But Jared had other ideas.
“I think you need to get off your feet, Belle.” In the next second, she was in his arms. She barely had time to realize they were moving before he set her on her feet and turned her away from him again. The next thing she knew, he’d bent her over the rolled arm of the nearest couch.
“Stay right here, sweetheart,” Jared crooned as he shifted behind her. “Don’t move.”
Moaning, she heard the metallic slide of his zipper, the slight crinkle of a condom wrapper, then his hands flipped her skirt up to her hips.
“You have the most beautiful ass, Belle. I’ve been dying to smack it all night.”
She couldn’t produce a sound at how hot that made her. She wanted to feel his hand spank her, make her skin heat and tingle. It was something she’d never experienced, had never felt comfortable enough with another lover to even express this particular fantasy.
And then Jared’s hand came down.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out as the sting traveled straight to her pussy, making it clench and moisten. Her breath hitched as the air behind her stirred and she tensed in pleasure, waiting for the next blow.
When it came, she moaned, her eyes closing to fully enjoy the sensation.
A few more gentle slaps followed, each one tightening her sex until she thought she might come.
But he must have sensed her nearing orgasm and instead brushed his hand over her hot skin.
“Oh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I want to feel you come around my cock again, baby. Right now.”
He grabbed her hips and sank home in one fluid motion. Her sheath clenched around him, grabbing hold of his cock and milking him.
“Shit, you’re tight.” Jared was practically panting. “And I’m not gonna last.”
“Don’t. Do me. Now. Hard.”
His groan sounded tortured as he began to thrust with slow, deliberate movements.
She felt the head of his cock rub against that spot high in her channel, which was exactly what she needed.
Crying out, she began to come.
“Oh, God. Faster.” She could barely force the whisper from her mouth as Jared pumped in and out, no more finesse. Just a wicked, wild ride that had her clutching the back of the sofa.
“Come on, baby,” Jared chanted. “Come on. Come on.”
Pleasure burst and streaked through her body, tightening her muscles and speeding like acid through her veins. The sensation stole her breath, nearly stole her consciousness.
Until Jared gave one final thrust and released inside her. Then she went boneless, slumping over the arm of the couch like a very limp rag doll, thinking, Now, I know.
“What’s up, Tyler?”
“We have a situation with one of the guests. I need you to come downstairs.”
Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Annabelle took a few seconds to orient herself as she listened to the brothers in the living room of Jared’s apartment on the top floor of the hotel.
After Jared had carried her out of the Salon last night, he’d brought her back to his apartment and proceeded to strip her naked. She’d returned the favor, and the last time she’d noticed the clock on the bedside table, it had read something like 5:18.
It was now…8:09. Ugh.
“Fine. Give me a minute.”
She heard a pause, then Tyler said, “She’s in your room, the redhead from last night. Jesus, Jed, did you take her to the Salon?”
“She signed the waiver. What the hell are you pissed off about?”
“Christ, Jed, she’s not one of your reprobate friends. Why the hell did you drag her into your sick games?”
“She’s not a child. She’s a grown woman who had a hell of a good time last night. What the fuck is your problem?”
“My problem is Kate and Belle aren’t the kind of women who get into your sort of fun.”
Tyler was absolutely right about Kate but he didn’t know Belle at all. Heat flooded her cheeks as images from last night crowded her brain. What she’d seen. What she’d done. What had been done to her.
She’d enjoyed every damn minute it of. Maybe a little too much if the ache between her legs was any indication. She refused to regret any of it.
But Tyler made her sound like a child. Or, worse, a rube.
She was no innocent. And last night…
Last night had been amazing.
“Okay, that’s it,” she heard Jared whisper. “What the hell is going on with you? Christ—”
“Damn it. God damn it. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me.” Tyler sighed so loud, she actually heard the sound through the slim crack of the open door. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have jumped you. This situation downstairs has me pissed off. You need to deal with the guy before I say something I shouldn’t.”
“Hey, no problem, Tyler. I’ll handle it. Did something happen last night, bro? You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You know, it used to be your sort of fun, too. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s going on. Get dressed and meet me downstairs. We gotta take care of this other thing.”
“Wait. I…need some advice.”
“About what?”
Jared paused and Annabelle stilled, not wanting to miss what he had to say. “What if I told you my interest in Belle wasn’t entirely sexual?”
Her breath caught in her throat. Was he saying he had feelings for her?
“Jed, what—”
“Did you notice the pin on her costume last night?”
Annabelle felt her face screw up in a frown. Her pin? Her gaze automatically fell to her fairy costume, lying on the floor by the bed. She’d been too busy to care what had happened to it after Jared had taken if off her last night.