Page 45 of Masked Seduction
The moment his hands trail down my back, gliding over the swell of my hips like he’s memorizing them again, I’m gone. Every warning bell in my head is drowned out by the river of blood rushing south, by the way he groans against my mouth likehe’sthe one who can’t hold back.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about this,” he rasps between kisses. “About you. About tasting you again.”
Oh God.
Before I can reply, he lifts me like I weigh nothing, one arm under my thighs, the other braced against my spine. I gasp, clutching his shoulders as he strides to the leather couch across the room. He sets me down carefully, reverently, then peels my skirt down in one smooth motion, dragging my panties with it. Cool air hits my thighs, and I shiver.
He pauses just long enough to look at me. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
Then he lowers himself between my legs, eyes locked on mine the whole time. His mouth finds me with agonizing precision, his lips brushing, then his tongue pressing, circling, tasting. My head falls back with a cry. He hums against me, hands spreading my thighs wider, holding me open.
I bite down on a moan, but it’s useless. He licks and sucks with the kind of experience that borders on cruel—like he knows every nerve ending by name, every flick of his tongue choreographed to undo me.
My hands grip the leather, hips lifting off the couch. “Abram—” I gasp.
He groans in response, the sound vibrating against me, and I lose it. The orgasm crashes over me hard, white heat and tension snapping all at once. I cry out shamelessly, my voice echoing off the high ceiling.
He doesn’t stop until I’ve stilled. Only then does he lift his head, his lips slick and glistening, his mouth curved into the same wicked smile that started this.
“You taste even better than I remember,” he says, voice low and thick with desire. “And I could listen to you come like that forever.”
He leans in and kisses me again, and I taste myself on his tongue. It only makes me hungrier.
My breath is still coming in shallow gasps when he stands and pulls me gently to my feet. My legs are still shaking from the aftershocks of his mouth. His arm slips around my waist to steady me, and for a second, I lean into him, practically melting.
Then his hands are on me again, deft and needy, peeling away what little clothing remains. My blouse comes off first, then my bra, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck, across the swell of my breasts, teeth scraping just enough to make me whimper. He tongues a nipple and I gasp, arching into him, needing more.
I reach for him, cupping him through the fine wool of his slacks, and he lets out a low groan that goes straight to my core.
I kiss him, hard and hungry, feeling him twitch beneath my palm. “It’s funny,” I whisper against his lips. “Even if you hadn’t told me, I had my suspicions. Your eyes, the way you touch me.”
He chuckles, his mouth grazing my jaw. “Touch you?” he murmurs. “I haven’t evenbegunto touch you yet.”
The words send a jolt of heat through me so intense I nearly moan again. Instead, I take his hand and guide him backward, toward his desk chair.
“Sit,” I command.
He does, eyes smoldering. I drop to my knees between his legs, my hands sliding beneath his crisp white shirt to feel the solid muscle of his torso. Then I press my lips to the bulge straining against his slacks, kissing him through the fabric, slow and teasing.
He grits his teeth, his hand finding the back of my head. “Jenna…”
I undo his belt with steady fingers, lower his zipper, and pull him free. God, he’s rock hard, his long, thick cock stiff and glistening just for me.
I kiss the tip, then look up at him, lips parted, flushed and breathless. “What do you want?”
His eyes burn into mine as he smiles mischievously.
“You.”
CHAPTER 16
JENNA
“Yeah, just like that.”
The words slip out of Abram as I take him in my mouth slowly, savoring the way he groans, low and guttural.
The taste of him is clean and intoxicating, tinged with something masculine and salty. He’s hot and heavy on my tongue, and the way his hand gently pulls my ponytail makes my stomach tighten with pleasure.
