Page 102 of Lover Forbidden
With shaking urgency, she went for the belt around her waist, andshe was rough with the gold H buckle, tearing at it so that she could get at the button and the zipper of her pants—and when she made a fumbling mess with all that, he took things over with admirable aplomb. The second the slacks were opened, his fingers slid inside, all the way inside, the confines pressing him tight against her—
She cried out his name as he stroked over her panties, the silky folds going into her own folds, the heat redoubling, the raw lust threatening her self-control as the friction ramped everything to a nuclear heat. Meanwhile, up top, he was working on her other breast now, and his free hand was in her hair.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
Dev started stroking her in a rhythm and it was electric, the sensations overwhelming in the best way, her body jacking up off the couch as she worked her hips against him. The wet sucking on her breast, the tightened grip on her hair, the slippery heat between her legs—
The pleasure snapped deep inside her core, and as the release tackled her, it was thebestthing she had ever felt.
Talk about magic. And she only wanted more.
Slapping a grip on his wrist, she held him in place as she closed her legs on him. “Again…”
Holy…
Fuck.
Dev had lectured himself all the way over here to take it slow, and let her go. Take it slow, let her go. Take it—
Yeah, that was not how shit was going down.
As her husky demand for more hit the airwaves, a flush of pure erotic drive went all the way through him, and he knew he was in trouble. His plan had been to get her on the sofa—because it kept his body away from her—and give her some pleasure because she was beautiful and he could sense her nervousness. As long as he focused on her and what she was feeling, and limited contact with his dumb handle, hefigured he had a good chance at keeping himself controlled. And things had been going well—at least at the shirt-part start of it all.
But fuck him all the way back to the Stone Age, the instant she’d released that bra of hers, and he’d seen for real what he’d only imagined? Then tasted her, rolling her nipple around under his tongue, feeling her arch into him?
And add in… what he was doing to her now?
Well, things had taken on a momentum of their own.
Glancing down past her breasts, the image of his wrist disappearing into her open pants, coupled with the feel of her slick heat on his fingers through what had to be silk? How could he slow things down.
He was about to come himself—and that was even before she orgasmed against his hand and wanted—
“More,” she groaned as she speared into his hair and held him to her breast.
“You want it,” he said against her skin. “I’ll give it to you.”
Dev straightened, and she protested as his lips left her nipple and he retracted his hand, but when he stroked down her legs and stretched them out on the couch, her hazy, sexy eyes clung to him. Looping a hold into her waistband, he slowly pulled her pants down.
Boots.
She had short-stack boots on.
Shifting to her feet, he made fast work of her laces, and then the treads were off along with her jeans and her socks—
“Jesus, even your feet are perfect.”
He started at her ankles, sweeping his palms up the insides of her legs. When he got to her knees, he parted them—annnnnd had to take a little breather. The sight of her pink silk panties wedged into her core undid him to such an extent, he had to pause to lower his head and think of…
Well, anything else than what he was about to do.
Too bad he didn’t actually know a goddamn thing about golf.
“What’s wrong,” she whispered.
“You’re… I can’t even think.”
“Then take a page out of my book—and don’t. Just feel.”
