It was a living, breathing need that had taken over his entire life.
He cupped her first-class ass in his hands and lifted her against his rock-hard erection. She was a tall woman and the heels she wore added another few inches, bringing her up to a little more than six feet. He was six-three so she fit against him perfectly.
She tore her mouth from his. “This is crazy.”
He turned so her back was against the wall. “It is.” He dragged her sweater down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. The straps of her dress were thin and he didn’t see a bra strap. His balls just about exploded.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
A seductive smile crossed her lips, but before she could say anything, he tugged down one of the straps. Bare skin met his gaze. Holy hell, she’d been walking around all day without a bra. If he’d known, she might never have made it out of the apartment.
His fingers made quick work of the three buttons at the front of the dress. With each button he opened, he exposed more of her creamy white flesh. His knees almost gave out when he folded back the flaps to expose her magnificent breasts.
They weren’t too big or too small. They were perfect mounds tipped with pale-pink, velvety nipples. He touched his fingers to one, feeling it pebble beneath his touch. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
She made a small sound of pleasure in the back of her throat. Encouraged, he leaned down and took a delicate nipple into his mouth and sucked. Topaz moaned and clutched at the back of his head, her fingernails digging into his scalp.
Oh yeah, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Was there any bigger turn-on to a guy? He didn’t think so.
He shoved her dress down to her waist and over her slender hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in a pair of silky midnight-blue panties. The dark color emphasized the creamy white of her skin and they also matched her dress. The woman never missed a trick.
He kissed his way up her neck and found her mouth, needing her lips on his. He slanted his lips over hers, taking and giving at the same time. He slid his hand over the curve of her waist and down her hip until he hit the band of her panties. He toyed with the lacy edge for a moment before dipping beneath it. The curls covering her mound were damp, but not nearly as wet as the slick folds they protected.
He slipped two fingers over her labia, caressing her gently. She hooked her right leg over his hip, opening herself to him. He took immediate advantage and pressed his fingers into her tight sheath.
They both moaned with pleasure. Her inner muscles clutched at his fingers and he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His cock was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. He’d wanted Topaz for too long to linger this first time. He’d buried his attraction to her these past weeks, and now it was like a volcano simmering beneath the surface, ready to finally explode.
“John.” His name was little more than a breathy gasp, but it was more than he could take.
He withdrew his fingers and ripped at the opening to his jeans. Her hands were busy with his shirt and several buttons pinged off the walls, falling to the floor as she spread the fabric wide to caress his broad chest. He almost lost it when her clever fingers found his flat nipples, but he managed to get his wallet out of his back pocket and yank out one of the condoms he had stashed there.
He had it ripped open and rolled on in record time. With a growl, he hoisted her right leg high on his hip, positioned his cock at her moist opening and pressed inward. She gasped, holding her breath as he pushed, not stopping until he was seated to the hilt. Her pussy held him in an iron grip that threatened what was left of his control.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and took a deep breath. Big mistake. The seductive perfume of woman, summer heat, sweat and her light, floral scent filled his nostrils.
Topaz canted her hips the slightest bit and he broke. He gripped both her hips in his hands and began to thrust, his rhythm getting faster and faster as he pounded into her welcoming heat. Topaz cried out, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
His balls pulled up tight to his body and John knew time had run out. “Come for me, baby.” He circled his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers. She whimpered and one of her hands grabbed his butt, yanking him closer.
John swore and managed to maneuver one hand between them. His thumb found her clit and he pressed against the taut bundle of nerves. Topaz arched toward him and called his name.
Her tight channel closed around his cock, squeezing it, massaging it in moist heat. John yelled and pumped his hips several more times. His orgasm started at his balls and shot up through his dick, and he emptied himself into the condom.
Had sex ever been this good, this explosive with any other woman? John knew the answer was no and swore under his breath as he gave two final thrusts.
He leaned heavily against her, desperately trying to catch his breath and order his chaotic thoughts. When he finally did, he realized she was in just as rough a shape as he was. Calling on reserves of strength, he slowly disengaged their bodies, hiked his jeans up, lifted Topaz into his arms and carried her to her bedroom.
They’d spent the rest of the day in her bed until she’d gotten the call to tell her that her sister’s stalker had been caught and that Emerald was in the hospital. That had ended their day and his time with her.
She’d pulled her independent cloak around her and quickly dressed and packed a bag. He’d tried to get her to talk to him, but she was focused on getting to her sister. He respected that even if he didn’t have to like it.
He’d called her when she’d come back to the city, but she hadn’t returned his calls.
“Thank you, Ms. Jewel.”
John’s attention snapped back to the room and he cursed his inattention. Not only had he not been doing his job, but he also had a raging hard-on that would have been impossible to hide if he didn’t have his leather jacket lying across his lap. It was late March and an unexpected cold front had hit the East Coast in the past few days. The forecasters were even predicting it might snow.
Topaz walked back to her seat with her family near the front of the room. He watched her carefully, but she didn’t even look at him. It was frustrating as hell.
She’d kept a polite, respectful distance between them the past month and he was getting tired of it. It was time for them to talk, even if that meant he had to take her somewhere so she would listen.
The woman was making him crazy. He would have passed off what had happened between them last year as simply a crazy one-night stand except that, on numerous occasions, he’d caught her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking. And he recognized the emotion in her eyes. The woman wanted him even if she wasn’t particularly happy about it.
He could relate.
This was the last day of testimony and her part in the trial was over. Both sides would make their closing remarks later this afternoon and then the jury would be sequestered to make their decision. John knew it wouldn’t take them long to bring down a verdict. The stalker would be going away for a very long time on multiple charges of attempted murder. The defense had tried to argue that he wasn’t psychologically fit for trial, but that was a load of bull. The guy knew what he’d done was wrong. He just didn’t care.
Now that her part in this was over, John could do what he’d wanted to for the past few weeks. It was time to confront Topaz about their relationship. John was forty years old and had spent half of that time in life-and-death situations. He knew there was something special between them. Now it was only a matter of getting her to admit that and give them a chance.