But then she turned in his arms and slid her arms around his neck. With a growl, his control snapped and he lifted her over his lap.
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his thighs, and dropped her mouth back on his, her hands on his shoulders.
This kiss held none of his usual finesse, but it served the purpose. Her mouth opened at his urging, letting his tongue slide into her warmth, teasing along her tongue.
She wasn’t at all hesitant about kissing him back, and her eagerness made his cock throb. As if she’d felt it, she lowered herself that last vital inch and settled her mound against his erection.
Heat flowed from that point, and she broke away, gasping. Her eyes opened and stared into his, bemused but hungry.
With a grin curling the corners of her mouth, she slid her hands from his shoulders to the short hair at his nape. Scraping her nails along his neck until his skin tingled and broke out in gooseflesh, she settled another millimeter closer on his lap.
He leaned in to kiss her again and ran his hands down her arms—noticing now that her skin felt cool. He leaned back, trying to break the kiss. But she wouldn’t let him. She followed, nipping at his lips, until he kissed her again.
“You’re cold,” he whispered in her ear as his hands rubbed up and down her arms. He bit the lobe then blew lightly over it, feeling her shiver.
“Really?” She shivered again, but he didn’t know if it was from the chill or a belated reaction. Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming in short gusts. “I feel like I’m on fire.”
So did he. Every nerve ending flared with pleasure, making him want to rush instead of savor. There was something about this woman, something that made him lose his edge.
Yes, he wanted her. Possibly more than he’d wanted a woman in a very long time.
And he was going to have her.
Releasing her, he sat forward to shrug off his tuxedo jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.
She smiled as he leaned back then settled her hands on the soft white cotton of his shirt. Without a word, she stroked downward along the fabric, making him want to shed his shirt so she could put her hands on his skin.
And speaking of skin…
He set his hands on her hips, giving them a squeeze before letting them glide up over the tight, silky material of the dress to the point at which her breasts began to overflow. Trailing his fingers over the pale mounds, he watched as she arched into his hands.
Whatever restraint he’d had left blew apart at that second, and he molded his hands to her breasts with one purpose. Since the dress was fashioned like a corset that lifted her breasts but didn’t cover them, a filmy green material had kept her decent all night. Now, he pulled that material away to reveal ruddy nipples, already hard.
He bent to take one in his mouth, sucking on the firm tip and rubbing his tongue on the pebbled flesh. She moaned and his cock hardened into a thick shaft, aching for her touch. But he knew if she did, this would be over too soon, and that was unacceptable.
She had to come first. At least once, if not twice. Those were his rules.
With one hand holding her breast to his lips, he let the other graze back down her side to her thighs, where he burrowed under her skirt.
He felt the heat of her pussy against his fingertips as they brushed against the slick material. She was already wet. He groaned against her breast, strung a series of hard kisses across her chest, and set on the other nipple.
The hand at her mound turned to cup her through her panties, and he felt the bare skin of her ass as she attempted to get closer.
A thong. So easy to get rid of.
The heat in his body turned into a raging fire that wiped out everything but the need to get inside this woman. To make her come, to have her enclose his cock in her wet heat until he exploded.
Since she seemed to be on the same page, he set aside the rational part of his brain that wanted him to slow down and gave in to the impulsive urge he usually kept on a short leash.
The hand on her ass stroked across her soft skin, making her moan again. Except this sounded more like a purr. With each stroke, he got closer to his goal until finally his fingers brushed against the wet fabric.
“Touch me, Jared,” Belle whispered in his ear as she bent to nip at his earlobe. “Don’t be a tease.”
“Oh, but I like to tease.” He spoke against the warm swell of her breast, the scent of her arousal overpowering the faint floral scent on her skin.
Easing one finger under the edge of her thong, he felt only slick skin. No hair.
She was bare. His heart pounded harder.
When he paused, she rolled her hips, only a fraction of an inch, but enough to let him know she wanted him to continue. He slid his hand completely under the material, one finger parting the slick folds of her sex, his thumb pressing lightly on her clit.
Lifting his head, he wanted to see her expression. The sheer pleasure on her face tightened every muscle in his body, and the need to make her come had him working his finger into her body in a slow, steady push. Her eyes drifted closed and her back bowed as he fucked her with first one, then two fingers. After a second, her head dropped onto his shoulder and her tongue licked the warm skin of his neck.
He shuddered at the sensation and increased the pace of his thrusts.
Her cream on his fingers made him want to lick them. Better yet, he wanted to lick her. But that was out of the question here. Later…
Her clit was a hard little nub that he flicked mercilessly, only easing up when he felt her near the edge of orgasm. Then he pulled back. He wanted to control her every response, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her before he took her over the edge. Then he wanted to work his cock inside her still-pulsing sex and fuck her until neither of them could see straight.
He had a momentary flicker of caution, a brief second where he realized this wasn’t like him, but Belle chased it out of his head by biting his neck. The sharp, brief pain made that inner caveman roar and he lost all reason.
He lived only to make her come.
The hand on her breast kneaded in time with the fingers he tunneled into her, squeezing the nipple as he rubbed her clit.
Her panting breaths hardened his cock until he swore the zipper on his pants protested.
“Come on, baby. Come for me.”
His whispered words did the trick. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he felt her juices release over his fingers.
As she collapsed against him, he tried to catch his breath, wanting to rip open his pants, pull his aching cock out, and settle her down over it. He’d palmed the condom he always had tucked in a pocket then forced himself to slow down.
He had to ask. He couldn’t just take. Another rule.
“Belle, may I?”
He felt her lips curve in a grin just before she lifted herself away from his chest.
Her gaze found his first then shifted to the foil packet in his hand. Her grin grew into a full-blown smile as she reached for the condom with no hesitation.
Then she lifted it to her bodice and set it between her breasts, just beneath that damn pin, letting it rest there while her hands drifted down to his zipper.
She took her own good time getting his pants open, caressing him through the material for what seemed like forever, until she finally released the button and slid the zipper down.
Released from some of its confines, his cock tented up through his tight black boxer shorts.
She looked down, then back up into his eyes. “Very nice.”
He grinned. “Thank you. I’ll make it feel even better, Belle. Pull my underwear down.”
He heard the demand in his voice and wondered how she’d take it. Would she balk now?