She sent him a wry smile even as a ripple of anticipation went up her spine and his taste hit her tongue. “Someone’s confident.”
The green of his eyes was almost black in the lamplight. “Don’t think it’s going to do it for you?”
She shrugged, feigning indifference. In all honestly, she really didn’t know how she’d react. She wanted this, but she wasn’t ruling out bad memories taking over the minute she got into it.
“Stand up.”
The command confused her, but she got to her feet. Lane reached out and dragged her dress up her hips. Hunger flared in his gaze when he discovered she was wearing garters and stockings along with her satin panties. But if he approved, he kept any thoughts to himself. “Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself already. Unsnap the garters and take your panties off.”
She did as she was told, enjoying the way his eyes followed her every move, how he casually stroked himself at the sight of her.
When she stood upright again, he put out his hand. “Give them to me.”
She handed them over and he stepped closer, the tip of his erection brushing against her hip. He kept his eyes on her face as he tucked his hand between her legs and swiped at her with her panties, drying her damp skin but also dragging satin over her clit and making her knees want to buckle. Every nerve ending was on high alert.
“There,” he said against her ear. “I’ll see what state you’re in after. If having my cock in your mouth doesn’t make you wet, you win.”
Her nipples were hard against his chest, her whole body tingling now, every inch sensitive. “What do I win?”
“What you like the best. Being right. And you’ll be in charge the rest of the night.”
“And if I lose?”
He slid his hand down to her ass and squeezed. “You’re mine to use however I want.”
Anticipation rolled through her like a tidal wave and she nodded. “You’re on.”
“On your knees, doc. Let’s see if that mouth is useful for more than smartass comments.” He gripped her shoulder and guided her down, using just enough pressure to make her feel like she was resisting and he was forcing.
She didn’t know why that did it for her, but it did. She wasn’t going to question it any longer.
Her knees landed softly on the hotel carpet and she reached out, placing her hand over his where he gripped his erection. They stroked together for a moment and then he braced a hand above her on the door and guided himself to her mouth, but he didn’t push his way in. He brushed the tip over her lips, painting her mouth with the salty fluid that had escaped, but making it clear she was going to have to make the next move. He wasn’t going to force this.
Part of her wished he would. Anxiety was trying to invade her brain. The last time she’d done this to a man, she’d tasted another woman on him. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent of Lane filling her senses. She would not let Henry ruin another thing for her. This was Lane, a man who meant something to her. A man she wanted to enjoy, to give pleasure to.
She parted her lips and enveloped his cock with the wet heat of her mouth. Salt. Warmth. Velvet skin. Lane. A wash of hot desire went through her.
“Doc…fuck.” Lane groaned and his free hand went to her hair, lacing his fingers in it and gripping.
The unedited reaction, the clear appreciation in the way he’d whispered the words was all the encouragement she needed. There was no room for any of the ugly stuff to steal the moment from her. All that was left were the two of them, connected in one of the most intimate ways possible, making each other feel good.
She eased back and then took him deeper, swirling her tongue around him and sliding her hands up his thighs to hold on, to feel the muscles tighten and flex beneath her fingers, to feel how she was affecting him. She didn’t have to think about if she was doing it right. Lane’s reactions were visceral and generous, sexy. The sounds he made, his flavor on her tongue, the almost harsh grip on her hair.
“No half effort from you, doc. You trying to get me to come so that I can’t do all the bad things I was promising?” he asked, his voice gritty but tone still teasing.
She pulled off and then dragged her tongue over his sac and up the length of him in one long swipe, taking her time and enjoying the torture she was meting out. When he cursed, she peered up at him and smiled, sending a silent challenge. But instead of his normally cocky expression, a tender look crossed his face, one that said he saw her, that he knew what amount of trust this was taking for her to do this.
It nearly undid her. She closed her eyes again, the feelings welling in her more than she wanted to deal with right now, and took him back into her mouth. She doubled her efforts, wanting to focus on the sensations, on the act, on worshipping his cock with her tongue. Not on the heavy stuff. On the what happens next. She couldn’t think that far or she was going to panic.
“Elle.” His grip in her hair tightened, his hips rocking into her now, his own control waning. “Baby, pull away if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
She appreciated the warning but she didn’t back off. She could feel how close he was, the tension, feel the victory of knowing she’d brought him to his edge. He was at her mercy now. She would finish what she’d started.
Seconds later, he ground out her name and held her head against him, his release spilling against her tongue and flooding her with his taste. Even though she’d prepared herself, the force of it still caught her off guard, throwing her off her rhythm. She sucked and swallowed down what she could, not managing all of it. It was messy and primal and hot.
So. Very. Hot.
Her body flushed warm everywhere. Aching. Needy. Throbbing.