Want and desire laced every note, conveying her arousal, her need, her desperation to have him touch her. If he would just lay his hand over her pussy she could get the satisfaction her body craved.
Squeezing her legs together, Beth fought to gain control of her runaway lust. As she dragged in breath after breath and willed her heart to slow, she knew this night would be unlike anything she’d experienced before or ever would again. The pop of a cork, the clink of glass on glass and the bubble of liquid pouring gave her something to focus on. She opened her eyes—when she’d closed them she couldn’t say—to find Tom offering her a glass of champagne. Her parched throat thanked him, but she couldn’t gulp it. She spotted a glass of iced water on the table and traded it out for the champagne.
She took a quick sip, but a mouthful wasn’t enough. She drained the glass, but the water brought little relief. The flames burning inside needed more than one glass of water to douse them. Beth feared she would never find satisfaction. Not until she fed the hunger, the one only Tom could assuage.
“Relax, Beth. I want you to enjoy the meal I’ve ordered for us.” He’d taken his seat next to her while she tried to quench her thirst.
“I don’t know if I can.” She turned her hungry eyes on him. The matching raw need in his gaze did nothing to ease the ache she felt.
The man was lethal. Her temperature shot up and her pulse beat a wild tattoo in her bloodstream. Sweat beaded on her upper lip. Mesmerized, she watched as he reached over and ran his finger through the moisture then used the natural lubricant to slide his finger along her bottom lip. Without thought, her tongue darted out to touch him.
Even with the taste of her own sweat clinging to his flesh, she could taste him. His lips parted and he groaned. His dark eyes dilated. She stared at his lips, hungry to taste him, to know if his mouth held the same strong musky flavor as his finger.
“Our dinner will get cold.” He leaned in, his lips a breath away.
“I don’t care.” Beth did the only thing she could; she closed the distance between them.
Hot .
That was the only word that came to mind. His lips scorched as his mouth slid over hers. She gasped, parting for him when he nipped her bottom lip. With a savage thrust, his tongue took full advantage, sweeping into her mouth. Skin on fire, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him closer, allowing him to take the kiss deeper. She wanted him to devour her, wanted to devour him. With greed she pushed her tongue into his waiting depths. The kiss was the most carnal she’d ever experienced, ever imagined. He took her to new levels of arousal, burning more than her mouth with his brand of fire. Consumed with need, Beth groaned with both frustration and relief. Relief he’d finally kissed her. Frustration because it wasn’t enough.
Nowhere near enough.
His answering groan only excited her more. She throbbed everywhere, but nowhere more so than her pussy. She craved all he could give her. All she would demand he give her.
“More.”
One word uttered into his mouth and his control seemingly snapped. With a strangled growl he took them to the floor, and with urgent hands he pushed her dress up her thighs. His warm hands on her bare skin pushed her closer to the edge upon which she teetered, so close to orgasm she feared she might explode with the next touch.
They rolled across the floor, exploring each other with hands and mouths, lips and tongues. His hand cupped her pussy, two fingers pushed the flimsy material of her panties between her folds, and she couldn’t stop the avalanche of sensation. Trapped between his body and the floor, Beth bucked with the most intense orgasm of her life.
“I have to be inside you,” he panted. “Have to be buried deep when you come again.”
Still riding the wave of ecstasy, Beth cried out. Need gnawed at her nerve endings. Her body’s lack of
Squeezing her legs together, Beth fought to gain control of her runaway lust. As she dragged in breath after breath and willed her heart to slow, she knew this night would be unlike anything she’d experienced before or ever would again. The pop of a cork, the clink of glass on glass and the bubble of liquid pouring gave her something to focus on. She opened her eyes—when she’d closed them she couldn’t say—to find Tom offering her a glass of champagne. Her parched throat thanked him, but she couldn’t gulp it. She spotted a glass of iced water on the table and traded it out for the champagne.
She took a quick sip, but a mouthful wasn’t enough. She drained the glass, but the water brought little relief. The flames burning inside needed more than one glass of water to douse them. Beth feared she would never find satisfaction. Not until she fed the hunger, the one only Tom could assuage.
“Relax, Beth. I want you to enjoy the meal I’ve ordered for us.” He’d taken his seat next to her while she tried to quench her thirst.
“I don’t know if I can.” She turned her hungry eyes on him. The matching raw need in his gaze did nothing to ease the ache she felt.
The man was lethal. Her temperature shot up and her pulse beat a wild tattoo in her bloodstream. Sweat beaded on her upper lip. Mesmerized, she watched as he reached over and ran his finger through the moisture then used the natural lubricant to slide his finger along her bottom lip. Without thought, her tongue darted out to touch him.
Even with the taste of her own sweat clinging to his flesh, she could taste him. His lips parted and he groaned. His dark eyes dilated. She stared at his lips, hungry to taste him, to know if his mouth held the same strong musky flavor as his finger.
“Our dinner will get cold.” He leaned in, his lips a breath away.
“I don’t care.” Beth did the only thing she could; she closed the distance between them.
Hot .
That was the only word that came to mind. His lips scorched as his mouth slid over hers. She gasped, parting for him when he nipped her bottom lip. With a savage thrust, his tongue took full advantage, sweeping into her mouth. Skin on fire, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him closer, allowing him to take the kiss deeper. She wanted him to devour her, wanted to devour him. With greed she pushed her tongue into his waiting depths. The kiss was the most carnal she’d ever experienced, ever imagined. He took her to new levels of arousal, burning more than her mouth with his brand of fire. Consumed with need, Beth groaned with both frustration and relief. Relief he’d finally kissed her. Frustration because it wasn’t enough.
Nowhere near enough.
His answering groan only excited her more. She throbbed everywhere, but nowhere more so than her pussy. She craved all he could give her. All she would demand he give her.
“More.”
One word uttered into his mouth and his control seemingly snapped. With a strangled growl he took them to the floor, and with urgent hands he pushed her dress up her thighs. His warm hands on her bare skin pushed her closer to the edge upon which she teetered, so close to orgasm she feared she might explode with the next touch.
They rolled across the floor, exploring each other with hands and mouths, lips and tongues. His hand cupped her pussy, two fingers pushed the flimsy material of her panties between her folds, and she couldn’t stop the avalanche of sensation. Trapped between his body and the floor, Beth bucked with the most intense orgasm of her life.
“I have to be inside you,” he panted. “Have to be buried deep when you come again.”
Still riding the wave of ecstasy, Beth cried out. Need gnawed at her nerve endings. Her body’s lack of
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