He massaged the narrow canal with a sensuous, yet determined rhythm. Loralai’s hips bucked with the same tempo, her slick folds gliding along his thigh, rubbing her clit. The friction heightened her arousal. So, too, did Tague’s stroking in such a highly sensitive spot.
She clutched his biceps, holding herself steady because she trembled from head to toe.
“You want me hard and thick inside you, don’t you, baby?” His voice rumbled against her neck.
“Oh, God, yes.” She couldn’t mask the sizzling desire he incited. Despite being wary of their dynamic attraction.
“No matter how I take you?” he quietly demanded.
More zings ignited in her core. “However you want me,” she said. Every inch of her craved his mouth, his touch. And her insides burned with a fervent need for him to fill her. Plunge deep. Pump hard and fast. Until she shattered.
Her convictions had dissolved with that first kiss. Now she was desperate for him.
And so very close to coming.
“Christ, Tague…” Her orgasm swelled within her.
Tague’s mouth crashed over hers again in a passionate, frenzied kiss.
The tips of his long fingers caressed her opening as he continued to stroke her. When he eased farther into her, his fingers also dipped into her pussy. A moan lodged in her throat as her mouth remained sealed to his.
She wanted so much more. Nearly begged him to fuck her right then, right there.
But she was too close to losing it entirely to say a word. And he clear
ly sensed it.
He dragged his mouth from hers. “Are you ready to come for me?” he whispered against her temple.
“Yes. Oh, God…yes!”
A quick, forceful thrust into both slickly coated spots and the sensations erupted. Loralai called out his name as she fell apart for him, the inferno raging within.
“Oh, yeah.” He groaned. “Squeeze my fingers tight. Like you will when my cock’s buried inside you.”
Her inner walls continued to clench and release, clutching at him in both places as she rode out the climax. Razor-thin slivers of air fell from her parted lips.
“You make the sexiest damn sounds when you’re hot for me,” he told her. “Next time, I’m going to make you scream from the pleasure I give you.”
She quaked in his arms, the sensations still so deliciously vibrant, rocking her to the core.
Her lids drifted open and she found him gazing at her, dark promises glowing in his eyes.
“We’re going to be damn good together,” he assured her. “Naked and nothing holding us back. No barriers. We’ll both provide medical documentation, and then I’m going to make you come again and again, Loralai. And you’re going to love every second of it.”
His confidence kept her insides thrumming, kept the pulsing beat between her legs erratic and insistent.
He kissed her once more. Softly this time. Tenderly. Surprising her.
Eventually, he withdrew from her—while she still trembled. He pulled a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and wiped his hands, then tucked the small square away. Buttoned his shirt. Never breaking the eye contact.
“Meet me for coffee in the morning,” he said.
“I—” Dear God, how far down this rabbit hole was she going to fall?
“Seven-thirty,” he insisted.
She nodded.