Page 106 of Dangerous Temptation
Elena felt stripped to her bone. Her emotions were laid bare, but she didn’t care. She’d missed him so much it hurt.
They clutched at each other, both wanting to touch but not wanting to let go. He tried pressing her into the sofa, but she came back at him with a fury. He always took the lead. She wanted to show him she was just as strong, that she could withstand whatever they had to face.
She climbed on top of him, and he rolled back into the cushions. The pencil skirt of her suit gave her little freedom to move, but it also heightened her urgency. She kissed him hungrily, sliding her tongue across his and nipping his bottom lip with her teeth.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to see his chiselled body. She needed to touch him, skin to skin.
‘Elena,’ he groaned as she spread the dress shirt wide and ran her hands down his chest.
He was hot and hard, almost too defined. He’d been pushing himself again, punishing himself in the gym. She splayed her hands wide across his six-pack and kissed all over his chest, trying to make it better. She could feel the vibrancy of his body. Feeling reckless, she stroked her tongue over his pounding heart.
His air sucked in. ‘Don’t leave me again.’
She continued on her downward path. His flesh was intoxicating. So warm and velvety. She traced the lines of the muscles of his corrugated abdomen, and his hands fisted in her hair. The sharp tug felt sexy, domineering even, but he was the one submitting to her.
She ran her fingernail along the line of his dress pants, bumping against one hipbone and then the other. His body rocked at the sensation.
‘I’m right here,’ she crooned.
She’d known she was hurting him when she left, but it had to be done.
Just like she had to make up for it now. Heat rushed through her. She knew what would make him feel better. After all, he’d done it for her – and had left her boneless and mindless.
‘Your turn,’ she whispered, catching the end of his belt. He went still when she scooted down his body and knelt on the floor.
His chest heaved, the white shirt rising and falling as he watched her. His eyelids grew heavy as she pulled the belt through the buckle. She nestled more comfortably between his legs, and he spread them wider to pull her in. The position put her up close and personal with the growing bulge behind his zipper, the one she was toying with now.
‘You don’t have to,’ he said, his voice like gravel.
Oh, yes, she did. ‘I want to.’
She wanted to see him again, touch him and taste. She loved this part of him and how it could make her feel. She wanted him to experience the same bliss.
She caught the tab of his zipper, and her knuckles brushed against him. His hips bucked like a bronco ready to come out of the gate. He wasn’t going to just lie there and take it. Her mouth began to water and the throbbing between her own legs heightened.
Slowly, she pulled the zipper down, careful not to catch him.
Glancing up through her lashes, she found him looking at her, eyes hooded and stark. Hunger burned from him, but he lay ready and waiting for her to take him.
She caught the band of his boxers and pulled them down. He obliged her, lifting his hips to let her do what she would. His gaze never left her face as she stripped him bare. The act was so intimate, so powerful. The material fell from her sensitised fingertips and made it no further than his thighs. They were thick and bunching, but that wasn’t the part of him that captured all of her attention.
His erection was freed. Raring.
He was harder than she’d ever seen him, and, from her position on the floor in front of him, bigger. The pang at her core intensified and she felt dampness in her panties. Her body craved him like it craved air and water. Nourishment.
Reaching out, she ran her thumb along his staff from base to tip. His air hissed through his teeth and his erection strained upwards. His hips, though, ground into the cushions.
Power and security ran through Elena in equal measure.
Notorious and intimidating as he was, he was hers.
Settling in close, she pressed her lips to his bulbous tip.
‘Christ,’ he swore, his fists clenching at his hips.
As hard as he was, his flesh was unbelievably soft. She wrapped her hand around him and felt pulsations under her palm. She cupped her other hand underneath him and, finally, dropped her head.
His groan echoed through the room.
