Nick’s tongue flicked against the tender skin behind her ear as he clutched her skirt, lifting enough of the fabric that he was able to slide his hands under it to her bare skin.
She closed her eyes, still moving her hips against him as he slipped his hands into her underwear. She sighed when his fingers brushed her clit, the music covering the low moan that escaped her throat when he stroked the tiny bud with his thumb.
“You’re so fucking wet, Lex,” he said into her ear.
It was a reminder that he was getting her off in full view of anyone who bothered to look closely, but the knowledge didn’t make her self-conscious. She was lost in the waves of sensation that washed through her body as he brought her closer to climax, the movement of her hips against his and the music and her own need to come blocking out all thought.
He slipped a finger inside her and picked up the pace on her clit. She hovered for a split second over her release, suspended between the exquisite agony of the impending orgasm and the sweet release of it.
She came hard against his hand, the tremors rocking her body as light exploded behind her eyes, his fingers working her pussy under the fabric of her skirt, his hands holding her tight against him as the music thumped through her veins.
It should have been enough, but the press of his erect cock against her ass just made her want more. She wanted to be naked against him, to feel the glide of his shaft inside her, to rock her hips against his until he spilled into her.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said into her ear. “I’ve never needed to fuck you as bad as I do right now.”
7
He was burning for her, his cock pulsing between his legs until he thought he might come just at the thought of fucking her. He led her toward the house as fast as his erection would allow, then shut the door behind them and pinned her against the wall next to the door.
He covered his mouth with hers, slipping the dress that had been driving him crazy off her shoulders as their tongues parried, the heat of her mouth sending licks of fire through every nerve ending in his body. When she was naked except for the strip of fabric that was her underwear, he closed his hands around her breasts, thumbing the nipples until she moaned against his mouth.
They broke the kiss long enough for her to pull off his shirt, then dove back in as she worked the button and zipper on his pants. She slipped her hand inside his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
He groaned and pulled away gasping, planting his hands on either side of her head. Something tugged at his chest as he looked down at her, hair tousled around her shoulders, lips swollen from his kisses, mouth parted like she was waiting for more. It was more complex than lust — although there was plenty of fucking lust.
It was something fierce and protective, something elemental that felt like it had been asleep inside him until the day she’d walked into the office.
“What?” she asked, gazing up at him.
“I fucking love looking at you, Lex. I’ll never get enough of it.” He could deny his feelings all he wanted, avoid facing them in order to postpone the moment when he would have to come clean about their relationship, but none of it would change the fact that he wanted to look at her face forever.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he kissed her forehead, and he touched his lips to each closed eyelid, the tip of her nose, each perfect cheekbone. He kissed his way across her jawline and took her earlobe in his mouth. He sucked until she moaned, then trailed his lips down her neck, across one delicate shoulder.
She slipped her hands into his hair and tugged. It sent a bolt of pleasure-infused pain straight to the tip of his swollen cock and he kissed his way down her chest to one of her rigid petal-pink nipples.
He touched his tongue gently to it before sucking it into his mouth, stroking the other nipple with his free hand.
“Please,” she said.
It was a simple word, but it let loose a fresh current of need. He lifted his head and grabbed ahold of her hips, then spun her around until she was facing the wall.
She used her hands to brace herself against it and thrust her hips toward him. He could hardly contain himself as he looked at the perfect swell of her ass.
He needed to be inside her.
He grabbed the string of her underwear and gave a hard, swift tug. They came loose in his hand and he tossed them aside.
She bent forward, offering him her ass, her strong back, the muscles lean and surprisingly defined, rising and falling with every shallow breath. Her body narrowed at the waist, her hips flaring full and lush, and he had the urge to sink his teeth into the juicy flesh, to taste her like a piece of ripe fruit.
He ran a palm over the silky skin of her ass, letting the heat from her skin seep into his own before he pulled back and gave her a little slap.
She inhaled in surprise. “Fuck.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She sighed. “No. Again.”
He gave her other cheek a slightly harder slap and she bent forward even farther.