Page 70 of The Agent
He kept his fingers motionless within her as tiny shocks continued to pulse through her. She let her head fall back against the seat. “Tully,” was all she could manage as her body went lax with satiation.
When he eased out of her, she made a small sound of regret at the absence and turned her head to watch as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.
He made a humming sound before he wrapped his hand around the steering wheel and gave her a slow, sexy smile. “Nowthatwas better than any soufflé.”
“And you didn’t hit any taxis.”
“I’m a trained professional when it comes to driving.”
“I guess the other part you just have a natural talent for.” She injected a purr into her voice.
“If you say so, sweetheart.” But his grin was satisfied.
Another part of him wasn’t. She could see his erection tenting his trousers. But his house wasn’t far, so she relaxed in the cradle of the sports car’s luxurious seat while her body still shivered with delicious aftereffects.
“Are you driving faster than normal?” she asked after a minute.
“Maybe.” He dodged around a lumbering delivery truck. “The sooner we get home, the sooner I can strip that pretty dress off of you so I can see your even prettier body.”
His words sent a blast of heat through her.
“Do you think the piano would hold me? I’ve always wanted to have sex on a grand piano.”
The Maserati accelerated. “As long as it lasts until we’re done, I don’t care if it collapses afterward,” Tully said.
Natalie relished the skill with which he maneuvered the car through the crowded streets, his hands firm on the leather-covered steering wheel, his long legs flexing as he braked, shifted, and accelerated. After he roared into the courtyard, he was out of the car so fast the rumble of the engine had barely died.
Her door swung open and his hand was there, palm open, offering strength and support as she stepped onto the pavers with her sky-high heels. “I’d kiss you right here except we’d never make it to the piano,” he said, slamming the door and hustling her up the steps to the back door.
Once they were inside, he ushered her to the glossy black piano standing on the ornately inlaid wood floor of the grand entrance. He bent his head to take her mouth in a long, searing kiss. As his tongue teased hers, she felt the zipper of her dress glide downward, releasing the embrace of the fabric so cool air whispered over her heated skin.
He pulled his lips away from hers and peeled the top of the dress off her shoulders, pulling it inexorably downward to expose her black lace bra and the fact that she hadn’t bothered to don her panties again in the car. He hissed in a breath as he pulled the dress down to the top of her thighs. “I didn’t realize ...”
“It seemed like a waste of effort,” she said.
He smiled in a way that said he agreed with her. Then the dress was a pool of black on the floor and he reached around to unhook her bra, tossing it away. For a brief moment, he cupped his hands under her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her already-tight nipples.
“I’d like to suggest a variation on your idea,” he said, his gaze on his hands. “Let’s use the piano bench.”
She glanced at the seat with its black leather-upholstered top.
“I’ll sit and you kneel over me,” he said.
“Deal.” She imagined what it would feel like to have him thrusting upward into her and her inner muscles contracted in anticipation.
He took her hand and led her to the bench, pushing it back slightly before he seated himself facing the piano and positioned her so her behind just touched the keyboard. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and put it on the keyboard next to her.
“You said you wanted to watch me undress,” he said, shrugging out of his jacket and letting it drop to the floor behind him.
She laughed deep in her throat. “Keep going.” She hitched her bare bottom against the keyboard, sending a crash of discordant notes echoing through the big open space.
Tully’s gaze skimmed over her. “Now that’s a picture I’d like to hang on my wall. You, naked, on a piano keyboard.”
She arched her back, posing for him. “Like this?”
“Hell, yeah!” He ripped his tie from around his neck with a hiss of silk on cotton. “I want to suck on those beautiful breasts.”
Then he was yanking at the buttons of his shirt so hard that one popped off and rolled away. The shirt went the way of his jacket and Natalie gave an admiring gasp of her own. The chiseled muscles of his shoulders and chest were painted with the golden light from the huge bronze chandelier. His gray eyes blazed with a flame that came entirely from within.
