The movement caused her breasts to thrust forward and she kept her arms up, cocking her head to the side. He squinted into the darkness, desperately trying to make out the color of her bra. His hard on strained urgently against his fly and he shifted, tried to ignore it. Too caught up in the show Janelle was giving him.
Purple. That was it, but much paler. What did they call it? Hell, he was a guy. He didn’t know.
It came to him as her fingers went to the front center of her bra, twisting the clasp that rested there. Lavender. The palest, thinnest lavender lace barely covered her breasts and then it was gone, whisked away with a flick of her fingers.
Rosy pink nipples beckoned him as they stood at attention and he licked his lips, practically tasting them on his tongue. She cupped her breasts, her fingers massaging the supple skin, drawing slow circles around her nipples with her agile thumbs. Eyes sliding closed, her head fell back.
His blood heated to boiling as he imagined his hands cupping her breasts, kneading her baby soft skin. He’d dip his head, draw a pert nipple into his mouth and suck, make her cry out. Using his teeth, he’d nibble, hands searching, sliding down her belly to test the trim nest of dark blonde curls that covered her mound. She would be wet, soaked for him.
So lost in his thoughts, he almost missed Janelle sliding her hand down her torso, her head now dipped down so she could watch herself. Nibbling on that lush lower lip, her arm moved up and then down, and he didn’t need to see to know what she was doing.
Touching herself. And thinking of him while she did so, he knew it.
A cold sweat broke out over his scorching hot skin and he trembled with need. Just the idea of her rubbing her clit, plunging her fingers inside herself, had him ready to go off like a rocket.
Nate couldn’t take it. Hell, what if someone else was watching? And why would he sit in this stupid car and jack off when he could be in her apartment sinking into her tight wet heat in mere minutes?
Exiting the car, he slammed the door and sprinted up the sidewalk, taking the stairs two
at a time. They rattled noisily, surely letting her know he headed in her direction and the moment he knocked on the door, she opened it.
Looking like his every fantasy come to life, greeting him in a pair of lavender lace panties and nothing else.
“You took longer than I expected.” Her voice was husky, her brilliant blue eyes glittering with arousal. Her skin had taken on a rosy flush and her nipples were so hard they appeared almost painful.
Nate crowded her, slamming the door behind him with a kick of his foot. Cradling her face between his hands, he swooped in and kissed her, stealing her breath as well as his own.
“I think I was in shock,” he murmured against her lips when he broke the kiss. “I couldn’t believe what you were doing. Stripping for me, touching yourself. So incredibly sexy. Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“I was trying to drop you a not-so-subtle hint.” She nibbled on his lower lip, tugging on it with her teeth and he groaned.
“Let me taste.” He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth and the fragrant scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Slipping her fingers inside his mouth, he sucked, tasting her, lapping at her cream.
Salty sweet and musky, his mouth watered. So eager for the chance to dive between her thighs and really taste. Savor and enjoy.
“See what you make me do?” She watched him licking her fingers, her hand shaking, her eyes zeroed in on his mouth.
“Every night I dream about you,” he said without thinking.
Blinking hard, she smiled at his confession.
A confession he couldn’t believe he revealed.
“I dream about you too,” Janelle admitted, her fingers curling to touch his lips, trace them. “You’re all I think about.”
Nate’s hand moved back to her waist and he crushed her to him, their mouths meeting in a carnal kiss. Their tongues tangled, lips sucking, teeth nibbling as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
And they couldn’t.
Chapter Eight
Janelle’s hands went to Nate’s fly without hesitation, fumbling with the snap and undoing it, then going for the zipper. It slid down with ease. His hands fell away when her head dipped, her fingers slipping inside his jeans to clasp his cock, teasing him through the cotton of his underwear.
“You’re huge.” She sounded full of wonder and his ego puffed up another notch. He couldn’t deny he liked the way this woman made him feel.
As if he were on top of the world, like he could do no wrong.
“I’ve been hard since we left the restaurant,” he admitted.