Page 34 of Taken With You
“I never said ‘simple.’” She pressed closer. “Are you going to climb on me or what?”
He snapped a strap of her panties. “This thong’s got to go.”
“Be my guest, tiger.”
He hooked his thumbs beneath the cloth and yanked it down, dropping to his knees to drag the twisted panties off her ankles. Tossing them into the darkness, he lifted his head with a gleam in his eye right before burying his mouth in her sex.
She gasped and slapped a hand on the island table for balance. He held her by the hips as he worked his tongue into her cleft. Her thighs quivered as he nudged her legs a fraction apart, giving him more access. Her head fell back as he grazed her throbbing nub, concentrating his efforts. A moan launched from her throat. The room lurched around her as her senses scattered, swirling back only when he finally pulled himself away with a long, slow slide.
He shot up, growling, “We’re not going to make it to a bed, Amanda.”
“There’s always the kitchen counter.”
“Works for me.”
His hands slid from her hips to the backs of her thighs, hefting. Her high heels left the floor. As her thighs separated and her sex peeled open, he drew her knees up either side of his body until she straddled him. Her sex slid against the press of his erection, trapped in his pants.
He captured her mouth as he moved through the room. She tasted herself on his tongue, a reminder of what he’d done to her, why her body throbbed for him. What wouldhetaste like when she took him into her mouth, when she finally had a chance to pleasure him like he’d just pleasured her? The cold edge of the kitchen counter slid under her butt, and the back of her head tapped the wooden cabinet as her libido danced. He released her, leaving deep finger imprints on her quivering thighs. She heard a metallic zip, a rustle of clothing, and saw his sex strain out of his open pants.
She melted.
“Wait.” He grunted, twisting to search in his back pocket, lifting his wallet to slip something out. Tossing the wallet away, he raised a foil packet into her sight. “We’re good?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, raising her knees. “Most definitely.”
He tore it with his teeth and made quick work of rolling it over his length while she mentally banged her hands against the counter in impatience. She needed him inside her bodynow. Tossing away the packet, he slid his elbows under her legs and lifted them, pulling her butt to the very edge of the counter.
She waited, gasping as he set himself where she most ached, his sex a hot pressure. She grasped a fistful of his shirt to draw him closer. He was still fully dressed in that sexy designer suit that skimmed his muscled silhouette to heart-stopping perfection. She wasn’t sure how that happened, how she managed not to tear the clothes from his body, but the contrast of him being fully dressed and her all but naked pushed a new rush of pleasure through her. Her bare loins contrasted against his roughly flung-open pants, the tails of his buttoned-up shirt, and the winking cufflinks on his French cuffs.
“Amanda.” He slid himself inside her. “You’re a fucking dream.”
She pressed her head back against the cabinet, squeezing her eyes shut as he thrust hard, then again and again, pushing her thighs up, capturing her lips with a hissed, hungry kiss, driving deep until she was set loose in pleasure.
***
What the hell just happened?
One hand braced against the cabinet beside Amanda’s head, Garrick gulped for air, lost in the tsunami of pleasure still flooding through him. His cock remained rock-hard within her sex, though he’d finished inside her. She still throbbed around him, too. Her pleasure spasms were an intermittent gripping, keeping him aroused, though his mind had cratered.
He didn’t have to think back through his own sexual history to know he’d just experienced a quantum leveling up. He’d marked Amanda as forbidden fruit, but that didn’t explain this volcanic coming together. She was sexy and brilliant and charming, but his personal contacts list was littered with lovers he could paint with the same broad brush. Not one of them had ever made him feel as fiercely as he did in this moment, aching topossessher, to crawl under her skin.
Laboring to even his breathing, he pulled away to see if she was experiencing the same astonishment. He had positioned her so that the moonlight pouring through the window would fall upon her face. He’d wanted to witness her rapture as he thrust inside her. He’d wanted to see her come. Her moist lips had parted, her eyelids had fluttered closed, and the sound of her strangled shout had shot through him like a hot aphrodisiac. His member was still buried in her sex, making him more reluctant than ever to withdraw.
“You,” she said, “are amazing.”
You’ve blown my mind.
“I’ve had a lot of practice these past weeks,” he murmured, “thinking about how I wanted to do this to you.”
“You’ve been fantasizing?”
“Every freakin’ hour.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “I can admit that without being a sexist, yes?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
“Reality is a lot hotter, gotta admit.” A last pulse throbbed through his cock, finally beginning the lowering of the mast. “You don’t hold back, Amanda. It’s sexy as hell.”
Moonlight gleamed on her pale skin as she wiggled around his cock. “I can still feel your appreciation.”
