“Slow down, baby. I don’t want this to be over before we really get going.”
Her expression glazed with passion, she stared down into his eyes as she continued to lift and lower her body over his. “And I don’t have the time to let you play. I shouldn’t have let you start this but I couldn’t…I couldn’t not…”
She never finished. Instead, she covered his hands with her own and drew them up her body to her breasts. She molded them to those plump curves, her eyes closing as he squeezed them, his thumbs caressing the hard tips.
Her deep moan made his balls tighten even more.
Then, as if she couldn’t stand it anymore, she moaned and her eyes drifted closed. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into his hands. He let his gaze drop to watch his fingers pinch those pointed rosy nipples.
Goddamn, she had beautiful breasts, the kind a man should worship. He thought about sitting up so he could get his mouth on them again but didn’t want to disturb her.
She rode him so deliberately, so achingly slowly, as if she were testing him. Testing his control. And this was a test he would pass.
Even though, as he watched her curls bounce on her bare shoulders and the slight curve on her lips, his caveman instinct began to rear its head.
He wanted to make her beg.
Releasing her breasts, he let his hands drift down her sides to her hips. Her skin slid against his like silk on steel. Without warning, he braced her with his hands on her hips and thrust upward. She gasped, her eyes widening and locking with his.
“Jared.”
“Did I hurt you, Belle?”
“Oh, God, no.” She sighed. “Do it again.”
He did, several times, until her lips curved into an outright smile.
Flat on his back, Jared watched her, his hands caressing her breasts, making her arch into his hands.
She maintained eye contact as she worked him in and out of her body, her green gaze slumberous and hypnotizing. Every movement pushed him closer to the edge of his control.
But he wanted her to break first; he needed her to.
Releasing one breast, he stroked down her body until he had his hand poised just above her mound.
Her breath caught in her throat and she froze in mid-thrust, waiting.
Holding on by a thread, his heart beating like a racehorse, he finally pressed his thumb over her clit and started to work it.
Her sheath clenched around him as her eyes closed, her head fell back, and she sank down onto him. The wet lips of her pussy met the root of his cock, her moisture seeping onto to his balls.
“Now, baby,” he said. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Right now.”
It seemed she’d only needed his permission. Her body shuddered around him, her orgasm a flurry of contractions that built in intensity.
Without warning, he sat up. The motion brought her clitoris hard against the base of his penis, and she cried out, her fingernails stinging his shoulders.
Jared rode out the need to come, counting backward from one hundred by sevens until he felt her internal spasms fading.
As their harsh breathing resounded through the room, she let her head drop onto his shoulder. He let her rest, enjoying the feel of her surrounding him, the warmth of her.
When she sighed, her body growing heavier on him, he moved just enough to let her know it wasn’t over.
She moaned, and he thrust harder, but the position started to take its toll on his back.
In one fluid movement, he swung his legs to the side, still imbedded within her, then rolled until she was on her back on the chaise.
Raising her legs to clasp him around the waist, she opened herself wider, letting him ease deeper. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he fought back his own orgasm. He felt it gathering in his balls, boiling in his blood, and he forced it back, shoved it down.
Too soon. Not yet.
He froze, fingers digging into her hips. When he finally had himself under enough control to open his eyes, he found Annabelle smiling at him.
Then she moved. More like wriggled.
Jared groaned, his head dropping into the curve of her shoulder and neck. He put his mouth over the delicate spot where they met and bit down just enough to make her gasp. She tightened her sheath around his cock.
She turned her head, her lips brushing against his earlobe, raising gooseflesh over his entire body.
“Come on, Jared,” she whispered. “Move. I want you to. I dare you to. You know you want to. I want to feel you moving inside me.”
His body took up the challenge his mind tried to ignore. He moved. And then he couldn’t stop. The need for her, the feel of her, swamped him in a rush of pleasure so sharp, it took his breath away.
His hips pistoned against hers, his cock shuttling in and out, the friction with each thrust heightening the sensation.
Until he felt his balls tighten to the point of pain and he came, his body and mind exploding in a pure adrenaline rush of sensation.
Nine
Still trying to catch her breath, Annabelle clung to Jared’s naked shoulders.
In the back of her mind, she heard a little voice screaming, “You idiot! What the hell were you thinking?”
Well, that was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? She hadn’t been thinking. Or she never would have let him fuck her senseless.
No, that wasn’t right. She hadn’t “let” him. She’d wholeheartedly participated in their mind-blowing sex.
In her shop. Right before the interview that could push her career to the next level.
She felt a groan building in her chest, cushioned against Jared’s.
Jesus, I’m crazy. Crazy about him. No. Absolutely not.
She refused to believe that. Sure, he was great in bed…or on a chaise, as the case may be.
But that didn’t explain why she’d practically devoured the guy.
Holy hell, the sex had been explosive. Amazing.
She still felt him lodged inside her, and she tightened around him just thinking about it.
Above her, Jared groaned and nuzzled his nose against her shoulder.
She had to get up. She had to get him out of here before Carmen Moran showed up.
“Jared.”
Sprawled on top of her, the man gave no indication he heard her. His warm breath blew against her neck, raising goose bumps. The heat of his body along hers made her want to close her eyes and drift in a post-coital haze.
But she couldn’t. She gave his shoulders a shake, trying not to admire the sleek, hard muscles under all that silky skin.
“Jared, we need to get up.”
His arms tightened around her, as if he knew she was going to try to get away.
“No, we don’t.” His voice rumbled out of his chest, fresh arousal zinging through her veins.
God, she had to get the man out of here before she lost what few brain cells she had left and boffed him again.
God, was she deliberately trying to sabotage her meeting?
That made her pause before she mentally shook her head. No, that wasn’t true.
“Yes, we do.” She pushed against his shoulders and this time he moved, barely enough so he could see her.
His eyes were slits of sky blue as he stared down at her.
“Hey, babe. You okay?”
No, she wasn’t okay. She was so screwed. “What time is it?”
He frowned but grabbed his pants to look at his phone.
“Quarter of ten. You have somewhere you have to be?”
She sighed in relief. She still had fifteen minutes—
The bell over the front door rang.
Her mind blanked and a terrifying darkness yawned at the edges of her consciousness.
“Hello, Annabelle,” Teddy Walters called, his voice strangely deeper than normal. “There’s someone here to see you.”