Chapter 16
He’d never been so impatient to have a woman naked in his life. His hands were shaking when he fumbled with the zipper on Isa’s dress. She backed toward the bedroom, but he wasn’t going in there. He wanted to show her he could take care of her in the way she wanted—in the way she deserved. As good as having her on top on his office chair or in his bed had been, he wanted her a different way.
Hisway.
He spun her and walked her through the living room instead, stopping at the wall that hid his office. Better a smooth, painted surface than pushing her against the craggy brick wall. Tugging her dress, he put a kiss on one satiny shoulder. Her exhaled sigh filled his ears.
“Sable,” he murmured against the soft flesh of her neck.
Her fingers raked into his hair, sending a shock of heat through him. His hips shifted and he ground his pelvis into hers almost desperately.
She reached between them and cupped his erection, giving him a light squeeze. He slammed his lips over hers and yanked her dress so hard, threads popped.
“Fuck. Now I owe you a dress, too.”
Her laugh was brief, interrupted by his sharp gasp when she continued to stroke him. Her tongue devoured his mouth anew. Eli didn’t want to leave her lips again, but he did for a good reason—to lift the red material over her head. When he tossed the dress to the floor, her breasts were heaving, her hair was everywhere, and her eyes were fiery and honed in on him.
She ripped open the button on his pants and pulled his zipper down, tucking her hand inside at the same time he slipped one hand beneath the lace of her thong. He groaned and not because Isa was massaging his cock with tenderness…well, not only because of that. He groaned because her folds were smooth and velvety. She was so ready for him, he hated the idea of a layer of latex between them. What he wouldn’t give to skip that part.
“Fuck me,” he swore out of exasperation.
“Is that a request?” A foxy little smile decorated her red mouth.
“Fuck yeah, it is.”
He pushed her hair away from her face and wound it in his fist before laying his lips on hers again. She kissed him, then his beard, then down his neck, all the while her hand working him into a lather.
“Condom in my wallet,” he managed. Barely.
“Do not want,” she whined before she bit his neck, soothing the mark with her tongue.
“Me neither, but—ahh—” His grunt was because she’d given his cock another squeeze that obliterated the decision-making part of his brain. She moved her hand to redirect his wandering fingers and Eli clamped his jaw tight as he ran them through her slickness.
“Oh!” Her gasp was high and tight as he slipped and slid over her clitoris. To her mantra of, “Eli. There. Yes. There,” he continued touching her.
“I have you.” He watched her face, enjoying every pleat and crease, the way her beautiful eyes vanished behind smoky eyelids when she closed her eyes and parted her lips, and finally, came.
“Eli. Eli.” His name evaporated on a weak gasp as she shuddered. His hands left her body long enough to dig the condom from his wallet and roll it on. Then he was back to her, sliding a hand around her ass and lifting one of her legs to hook around his hip.
“Tilt,” he instructed.
“Here?” she panted the word, surprise coloring her face.
“Yeah, honey. Right here.” He liked surprising her. He would make love to her here, him in control. No chair or bed needed. He wanted to please her more than anything.
Obeying, she tilted her hips. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid to the hilt in one smooth, mind-mangling thrust.
Hell.
Yes.
“Sable.” Her name left his lips like a prayer of thanks when his forehead dropped to hers, their breaths knotting in the air between them.
“You feel so good.” Her eyes were open, hooded and filled with leftover lust from her ebbing orgasm.
“Not as good as you feel,” he said, sliding deep again. He stayed in that moment for a while—embedded deep, lingering. Letting her breath waft over his face, the spicy scent of her perfume permeate his every sense.
He took control and she let him, holding on to his shoulders for purchase as he thrust his hips. He drew cries from her throat and when her head fell back, he laid a row of kisses over her neck. Those cries wound into whimpers of delight as he moved. He couldn’t hold on to his release much longer.