He turned back to her and she had no idea what to do. Was she supposed to take her own clothes off? He was a man used to being adored by women. All women. So how, exactly, did he expect things to go?
“Shoes off,” he said as he approached.
“Okay.”
She toed off her thick nurses’ shoes and kind of kicked them away. Instructions made things easier.
He moved behind her.
“Relax,” he said, his voice low and close to her ear.
“Not likely.”
“Want to bet?”
“Sure. I keep alternating between excitement and terror, which I probably shouldn’t tell you. I’m just not sure how things are going to—”
He kissed her neck.
He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. There had been a little breath of air as a warning, but even so the kiss had caught her off guard.
She had no real thoughts about her neck. It was fine, it supported her head, sometimes she remembered to put sunscreen on it. But she’d never considered anything about it erotic.
She did now. He pressed an openmouthed kiss against her suddenly sensitive skin and made her break out in goose bumps. He squeezed her shoulders, holding her in place as he slowly, so slowly, kissed his way down to the top of her crew-style sweater. Then he shifted to the other side and did it again.
That was it—a simple kiss. Lips on skin with a slight flick of his tongue. But it was one of the most sensual moments of her life.
Her br**sts felt heavy and swollen. She wanted his hands on them, his mouth on her ni**les. Between her legs, flesh heated.
She started to turn toward him, but he wouldn’t let her. “Not so fast. We’ve got a lot of work to do first.”
Work? What work?
He dropped his hands to the hem of her sweater and tugged. She helped him pull off the garment and happily toss it onto a chair by the armoire. Once again she tried to turn toward him and once again he stopped her. Then his mouth returned to her neck.
He kissed her slowly, thoroughly. He moved down her shoulder and took a gentle bite. Shivers rippled through her. He rested his hands on her hips, just holding her in place. She couldn’t help thinking that his hands could be doing other, more interesting things. Then she got lost in the way he nibbled across her back and licked down her spine.
Nothing was rushed. Over and over he kissed her, teased her, until she felt that time had actually stopped. They were alone on a different plane. Need pulsed in time with her heartbeat, but she understood the appeal of making it last.
He returned to her neck and licked the sensitive skin behind her ear. The action both aroused and tickled. She giggled softly, then caught her breath as her bra fell off. She hadn’t even felt him unfasten it.
He moved his hands to her waist, then slid them up her ribs. At the same time he bit down on her left shoulder, then licked away any hint of pain.
She didn’t know what to think about first—the feel of his mouth or the movement of his hands. But when he reached her br**sts, she allowed herself to get lost in those feelings.
Still standing behind her, he cupped her curves. With his thumbs and forefingers, he captured her ni**les. Pleasure shot through her and her breath caught. Her legs began to tremble.
He teased her tight flesh over and over, brushing the tips and sending ribbons of need all through her.
“Open your eyes,” he murmured in her ear.
The words startled her so much, she did as he asked. She looked down and saw his tanned hands caressing her pale skin.
A blush heated her cheeks, but she couldn’t seem to look away. Not when he again rubbed her ni**les and she could both see and feel what he was doing. Then he moved close, pressing his erection against her rear, making her wish they were naked so he could be inside of her.
She knew she was wet. She could feel the dampness of her panties. She wanted him touching her there. She needed to feel him touching her everywhere.
Without thinking, she reached for the button on her jeans. She unfastened it, then had the zipper halfway down before she realized what she was doing.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, as he continued to stroke her br**sts. “Don’t stop.”
So she lowered the zipper all the way, but she couldn’t seem to find the courage to push down her jeans. Fortunately, that wasn’t required. He dropped his right hand to her belly then went down, down, down, slipping under her bikini panties. His warm fingers found their way through her curls and between her legs. He went right to the core of her and found it on the first try.
She was swollen and ready. The first touch made her gasp. The second made her want to scream.
He used his first two fingers to pleasure her, finding a circling rhythm that sent her spiraling into madness in a matter of seconds. It was as if he could read her mind, or maybe just her body. Not too fast, not too slow and most important, the perfect amount of pressure.
She sagged against him, letting him support most of her weight. Her legs threatened to give way at any moment, but she didn’t want to move. What if he stopped and never started again? She would die from the need.
Round and round, moving faster and faster, pushing her closer to the edge of her release. Need filled her, making it difficult to breathe or think. She wanted to beg or scream. She wanted more.
Even as he touched her between her legs, he also caressed her br**sts, moving back and forth, squeezing her sensitive ni**les and pushing her closer and closer to coming. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, yet she didn’t want to come. Not yet. Everything felt too good.