“Such perfect breasts. Touch them,” he demanded suddenly, his nostrils flaring as he looked at her face again.
She lowered her hands from the rod and skimmed her fingers beneath her breasts. He tracked her actions with his gaze, his steady stare making her shift her hips, tempting him back to the center of her heat. She cradled each mound and lifted, plucking at the nipples with thumb and forefinger.
“Squeeze them,” he said harshly. “That’s right,” he muttered when she complied and molded the firm flesh to her palm. “Keep that up. Don’t stop.”
He jerked her panties down to her ankles, and then whisked them over her heels. He leaned down over her again, tilting his head. Lin moaned in overwhelming anticipation as she watched him use his fingers to gently pinch the bottom of her labia together. He tilted his head and looked up at her as he slid his tongue down into the pocket he’d formed, slipping the tip against her clit. He moved it, rubbing her, applying a firm pressure. She gave a restrained groan and pinched at her nipples, cresting, all the while aware of his hot eyes watching her. His red tongue plunged and thrust into the juicy pocket of flesh, lewd and insistent. Her clit went from a sizzle to a mind-blowing burn.
A moment later, she clutched onto the metal bar and quaked in climax.
As she shuddered in orgasm, he released his gentle pinch on her labia and used just his mouth. He covered her outer sex with his lips, the insistent suction he applied making her eyes go wide in shock and her tremors amplify. It was almost impossible to muffle her cries as ecstasy blasted through her.
He lifted his head as her trembling waned. Watching her face, he thrust a thick forefinger into her drenched channel. Another wave of orgasm hit her. He grunted, a snarl shaping his mouth.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for her waist.
A fresh wave of excitement tinged with wariness went through her. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest, but he was one hundred percent primal male in that moment, savage in his intent. A woman would be crazy not to feel pure excitement and a hint of anxiety upon seeing the wild light in Kam’s eyes as he lifted her into his arms and set her high heels back on the floor. He swooped down and kissed her like a bird of prey claiming its meal before he turned her. Her eyes sprung wide when he bent his knees and pressed his cock to her backside.
Oh my. They had unleashed a tempest.
He pushed aside her hair and pressed his mouth against her neck; she stumbled slightly in her heels, not because he was pushing her, but because another wave of heat and excitement had gone through her at his kiss, making her dizzy. He steadied her, pressing her more firmly back against the solid length of his body.
“Slip off your heels,” he muttered next to her ear before he sealed his mouth to it, sending a delicious ripple of sensation through her.
Kam grunted when she followed his order and her body slid a good four inches down his.
“The angle isn’t ideal with us standing. Not with the way I want you right now.” Lin swallowed thickly at the heat in his tone. She didn’t have to be a brilliant engineer like Kam to realize the obvious. He was too tall and the cabinet too high for her to lean over for optimal positioning. His lips moved firmly and hungrily. He bit gently at the skin just below her hairline, and she shivered in his arms. “Can you go on your hands and knees on the floor with your wrap under you?” he coaxed.
For a split second, she pictured what was about to happen. Liquid heat surged through her at the raw eroticism of the image.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He helped her spread her wrap. He held one of her hands, steadying her when she went to her knees in the dim closet. She sensed him pull back slightly, halting her.
“What if I tear your hosiery?” he asked.
“I’ll take them off if need be. Afterward,” she added, meeting his stare, her gaze solemn.
His nostrils flared slightly. He nodded. She raised her dress to her waist.
She was in a dim, unfamiliar cloakroom in a hotel, positioning herself to be fucked while her boss and his family enjoyed their elegant meal just down the hall. The illicit, exciting sound of Kam’s zipper lowering pierced her awareness, and all thoughts of Ian evaporated.
She looked over her shoulder anxiously. He was shucking off his new trousers, and much to her surprise, he didn’t just shove them or his boxer briefs down to his thighs. No, he whisked them all the way down and stepped out of him. He retrieved something from his pocket, his pants draped in front of him. He tossed the pants onto the cabinet. She stared, her mouth going dry. His cock sprung from his body at a nearly perpendicular angle, poking out from the bottom opening of the placket of his dress shirt. From her vantage point, it looked fearsome and flagrant. Beautiful.
He grasped his heavy erection from below, stepping behind her. He caught her staring as he rolled on a condom—this one actually fit. Had he bought a new box since their tryst the other night? Had he guessed something like this would happen?
Didn’t you? A voice in Lin’s head asked. No, she immediately answered. Not like this. Not like this crazy, impulsive moment.
Their gazes held for a heart-stopping second.
Then he lowered to the floor behind her.
• • •
He saw her watching him as he rolled on a condom, and a fierce stab of need went through him, a feral mandate to mate. Her dark eyes were somber and achingly lovely, her pale skin a stunning contrast next to the black of her dress, her ass round and compact. Her taste still lingered on his tongue, taunting him. His cock swelled tight as he lowered, heaven within his reach.