Page 69 of The Agent
She opened them as his words sent a ripple of desire through her. “This is one of those dishes that actually deserves the label ‘better than sex.’” She filled her spoon and lifted it to her mouth again. This time she kept her eyes open to watch Tully’s face.
His gaze was on her lips as she drew the spoon slowly out of them. Chocolate burst on her tongue again and she allowed herself a moan of pleasure.
“Is it really better?” he asked with mock offense. “Because you’re almost convincing me it might be.”
He hadn’t ordered the soufflé, so she pushed her plate toward him. “See for yourself.”
Picking up his coffee spoon, he took a bite, looking thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head and gave her a blistering smile. “Nope, you taste much better than the soufflé.”
She squeezed her thighs together as arousal slid down into her belly. “How fast can you get the check?”
“You haven’t finished your dessert.” His eyes flared but he nudged the plate back toward her.
“I’ve always heard that after three bites, the taste becomes less satisfying anyway.”
He leaned forward, his gaze locked on her. “It all depends on what you’re tasting. Let’s go.” He stood.
“Don’t you need to pay for dinner?” But she rose as well.
“They’ll put it on my tab.” He stepped close to her, his splayed hand resting right on the boundary between her waist and her bottom as he guided her between the tables.
He has a tab at Cruz.
It was strange how easily she’d ignored that he was a high level of rich. When he had come to her house in his jeans and cowboy boots, he seemed like a regular guy. Even his Maserati hadn’t changed her impression. It wasn’t until she saw his home—a mansion in the middle of the city!—that it began to impinge on her brain that this man lived in a way she didn’t understand. Now he’d demonstrated how comfortable he was at an ultra-exclusive restaurant in Manhattan.
After tonight, she really needed to go back to her life in suburban New Jersey.
It took less than five minutes for the valet to retrieve Tully’s car, helped by the fact that the young man had already gone to fetch it by the time they reached the front door. The host must have called ahead when he saw they had left their table.
Tully held the door for her, leaning down to brush a kiss on her cheekbone and say, “I wish I had used the limo tonight. I want to touch you right now.”
The lace of Natalie’s panties was already damp, so she decided to do something daring. After Tully folded his big frame into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb, Natalie unlatched her seat belt and worked her hands up under her skirt. Hooking her fingers in the lace and lifting her butt to slip her panties down her thighs, she wriggled until she could get them down to her knees.
“I like where those are going,” Tully said, glancing over at her as she bent to drag the wisp of fabric down to her ankles and over her heels.
“We both want you to touch me,” she said, sliding her skirt halfway up her thighs and opening them as far as she could in the tight fabric before she fastened her seat belt again.
“Sweetheart, I’ll be touchingandtasting.” He turned onto a narrower street. “Less traffic here in case I get distracted.”
Natalie ran her hand up the inside of his thigh to find his cock half erect. “Will this distract you?” She stroked it lightly through the wool of his trousers.
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips before he moved it back to her side of the console. “Let me do the touching right now.”
His palm skimmed up under her skirt until he found her opening and slipped his finger partway inside it. “Like wet silk,” he rasped, stroking in and out a few times before he moved to her clit, his finger damp enough to slide easily against it.
“Oh, Tully!” she moaned as delicious sensation surged from that one point of contact to flood through her body, hardening her nipples and impelling her hips into his hand. “Yes, more!”
He shifted in his seat so he could slide his index finger inside her while his thumb pressed against her clit. She could feel the liquid heat coiling low in her belly and she cupped her own breasts, running her thumbs over their sensitized tips so the cloth of her dress and the lace of her bra dragged across them.
“God, Nat, you are so hot!” Tully’s rumble of a voice sent more flames licking through her.
“Youmakeme hot,” she gasped, pushing harder against his hand. “More!”
He shifted again to thrust another finger inside her while still working her clit. The city lights strobed through the dark interior of the car as he drove her closer and closer to her climax, adding their rhythm to his. When every nerve in her body teetered on the edge, she closed her eyes and waited in that perfect moment of anticipation. And then she convulsed, arching up from the seat against the restraint of her seat belt and gasping out his name.
“Keep coming for me, baby,” Tully said, finding the spot inside her that triggered another cataclysm. “That’s it.”
The rush of pleasure blotted out everything except where his fingers worked their magic, wringing more from her until she collapsed back onto the leather seat, unlocking the grip of her thighs from around his wrist.
