“Hailey.” He gently pulled back on her hair, tearing her away. His jaw was clenched, highlighting the strong tendons in his neck. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“Not yet,” she agreed, licking her lips to prolong the taste of him on her tongue.
Pulling her up so she straddled him, he tugged her head down to give her a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue stroked hers, causing a wave of sensual arousal to ride through her body. He tasted of her, and it only made her want him more. She was beginning to fear one night with Andrew might not be enough.
When she undulated against him, the damp layer of her thong provided hardly any barrier to the thick ridge of his cock. They moaned in unison at the friction caused by her movement.
“That feels so good,” he said, his voice hoarse and low.
So good it drove her out of her mind. She hesitated, torn between the urge to tug her thong aside and guide him into her body, or put it off and torture him further. In the end, she decided on the latter.
There would be plenty of time for her to have him. First she wanted to make him lose control. To drive him absolutely wild with desire for her.
Her gaze landed on the seat beside them, where he’d earlier discarded his suit jacket and tie. Biting down on her lip, she reached for the scrap of red silk.
His hands tightened along her waist. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
His eyes lowered to half-mast and he slid his arms up to her breasts, massaging and rolling his thumbs over the buds. His touch sent pulses of arousal through every nerve ending in her body. She arched her back with a gasp.
“That feels good.”
“Mm-hm.” He closed his mouth around one of her nipples, rolling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
She dug the fingers of her free hand into his scalp, guiding and directing his movements while she pumped her hips. Her damp thong slid to the side, leaving nothing but the bare slide of arousal-soaked flesh upon flesh.
Oh…pure heaven.
If she didn’t act now, she’d be the one losing control, and she didn’t want that. Not yet.
“Stop,” she gasped, pulling away and rising to her shaky feet.
“What’s wrong?” He sat up, body stiff with arousal. She bit back a moan at the sight of his cock, rock-hard and ready to pleasure her. Soon enough.
“Nothing.” Giving him a sultry grin, she slowly wound the tie around both of her hands.
He took a deep inhale and sat back again, his expression wary but his body wound tight. She could only imagine how the thought of giving up a fraction of control must scare him, but he seemed to be willing to go along with it for now.
Slowly bending, she guided the fabric down past his forehead, stopping at his eyes. From the way his shoulders braced she knew he thought she would stop there, turning the tie into a blindfold. Instead, after a brief pause, she continued her downward slide.
“What are you—”
“Shh.” She leaned in to press her lips to his, flicking her tongue inside his mouth. God, he was gorgeous. Beautiful, in an almost untouchable way.
Which made her want to corrupt him all the more.
She slowly slid the tie down his chest, reveling in the feel of his muscles twitching as the silky fabric glided along them. Then, sliding to the very edge of the couch and placing her knees on either side of his thighs, she loosely straddled him once more. Her hands continued their downward glide, and she moved the tie to float around the head of his erection.
He gasped and his stomach muscles contracted sharply. Digging his fingers into her sides, he groaned. “Hailey, that feels…wow.”
“I know,” she whispered. She could only imagine the way the silky fabric felt dancing along that most sensitive part of him.
Leaning in to place another kiss to his lips, she lowered the fabric to the base of his arousal and loosely tied it into a knot. Then, before he could form a protest, she gave it the gentlest of tugs.
“Oh, shit.” His body arched off the couch. “That’s…oh, fuck…amazing.”
“Mm…I’ve been imagining you all tied up since the first day I saw you again,” she confessed, her lips grazing his.
His chest heaved as he yanked her head to his, devouring her mouth while he pumped his hips in time with the movement of her hands. His frantic motion only made her hotter, made her want him more.
“Hailey, I can’t wait anymore.”
Neither could she.
She scrambled to her feet, desperately searching out her little pocketbook, but he saved her by reaching into the back pocket of his slacks and yanking out his wallet. He withdrew a foil packet and tore it open.
“Thank god.” She couldn’t peel her eyes off the magnificent sight of him rolling the thin rubber onto his cock. He slid it down to the base of his shaft, pausing only to undo the knot of silk and toss it to the side.
Only when he moved his hungry gaze to her did she break out of her trance.
He lifted his arms up. “Come here.”
Powerless to resist, she obeyed.
He hooked his thumbs beneath the side strings of her thong, sliding it down. As soon as she stepped out of it, he guided her back onto his lap.
She straddled him, and her heart thumped furiously against her ribcage. She was really here. They were truly about to do this. No going back now.
“Now,” she panted.
“Now.” With that tersely spoken growl of agreement, he shoved her down at the same time he jerked his hips up, impaling all the way onto his cock.
“Oh…god!” The feel of him inside her was amazing. Unbelievable. Out of this world.
Hailey threw her head back, arching at the almost unbearable sensation of being filled. She could feel him throbbing inside her, stretching her to accommodate him.
“Jesus, baby.” He let out a rough groan and his forehead rested against her shoulder. “You feel incredible.”
“Please,” she begged, digging her nails into his arms. “Please.”
He slid out, inch by inch, then thrust deeper inside.
“Yes, like that,” she gasped.
With a low sound in his throat, he did it again. And again, and again, until she could barely breathe. Barely think. Could only surrender to the sensation of him deep inside her.
With a sound that was halfway between a sob and a moan, she let her head fall onto his shoulder. They stayed like that, immobile, for several long moments. Finally, his hands kneaded her hips.
“Move, baby.”
His harsh whisper propelled her into motion. She rotated her hips, sucking in her breath at the sensation of him buried so deeply inside her.
“Ahhh god, that’s good.” Groaning, he slid her up and then down. In slow, measured thrusts. Over and over. Until the pressure began to build inside her once more. Higher and higher she soared until nothing existed but the delicious slide of their bodies where they’d become one.
Crying out, she raked her nails down his arms and then bit down lightly on a tendon bulging in his neck.
“Oh, hell. Hailey.”
“Yes!” She screamed, her body wound so tight that nothing seemed to exist but the mind-numbing friction of their joined bodies. “Take me. Harder!”
The last of his self-control broke. One hand reached up to yank her hair back and then he was kissing her in time to his deep, plunging thrusts.
Yes. Yes! That was what she needed.
She cried out into his mouth and he increased the tempo of his pumps, ramming in harder. Deeper. Until her whole body shook with the force of her impending orgasm.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Damn it, Hailey. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
“Please,” she panted. “More.”
Grabbing onto her thighs for support, he rose to his feet. His pants slid down to his ankles, but he paid them no mind as he drove into her with abandon, creating mind-numbing friction.
“Yes.” Her nails dug into his shoulders where she held
on for leverage, the heels of her shoes pressing into his ass as she rode him for all she was worth.
“Oh, yeah,” he rumbled, his eyes lidded and his jaw tight. “Yeah. I like how you look bouncing up and down on my cock.”
His wholly unexpected and shocking words caused the wildest climax she’d ever experienced to rip through her body.
“Yes, god yes!”
She splintered into a mass of nerve endings that stole her breath and her vision.
Dimly she heard Andrew’s own muffled shout, felt him give one last pump before his body jerked deep inside her. Lost in her own sensations, she barely noted when he lowered them both back onto the couch, brushing her damp hair from her face and pressing soft butterfly kisses to her lips.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Mm…yeah.”
She wasn’t really, though. The cloud she floated on was so high she might never come down. The sex…it had been mind-blowing. Sensational.
Even though her body was currently limp with satisfaction, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but note that she wanted to do this again. And again, and again.
Maybe forever.
He must have been feeling a fraction of what she did, because after a lengthy pause, long enough for her to catch her breath and regulate her heartbeat, he grew hard inside her once more.
“Wow.” She pulled back to meet his gaze, and anticipation built at what she saw there.
His eyes were smoky, filled with desire.
“Again?” She didn’t bother to hide the delight in her voice.
A smile tugged his lips and his hands slid up her bare back. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
Now that was something she could get on board with.
Chapter Five
Andrew awoke with a sore body and a mind full of hazy panic. For one crazy moment he couldn’t even remember what had happened last night, but then it came back in a blinding rush.
The disastrous meeting with Henry, in which the man had refused to invest in the global expansion. He’d all but flat-out said that he didn’t trust the business in Andrew’s hands, and much as Andrew had tried not to let that bother him, it did.
Then there were the three glasses of whiskey at the bar to help cope with the aforesaid meeting.
And finally there was Hailey, naked and glorious as she rode him with wild abandon.
That explained the delicious soreness.
Oh, hell.
Swallowing a groan, he slowly rolled to his side.
Hailey lay in bed next to him. Her long hair was splayed all around her¸ and the covers were pulled up to her waist. Her pale pink nipples peeked out at him, tempting him with their beauty. Even now, after all the wicked things they’d done to one another last night, his body grew taut with lust. The memory of the things she’d inspired in him, the dirty words he’d said, made him even harder. Sex with her was nothing like the polite hookups of his past. It was wild. Animalistic.
Completely addictive.
He tore his gaze from her and sat up, then buried his head in his hands. His mouth tasted vaguely of whiskey. Of her.
You are an idiot.
Much as he wished he could blame what had happened on the whiskey and the fact that he rarely drank, that wasn’t what had caused his lapse last night. Sure, the liquor had helped. It had loosened him up. But it was the look of censure on Henry’s face that had driven him to break his steadfast rules. Rules his father had lain upon him.
Don’t drink. Don’t screw around.
Don’t. Lose. Control.
He could never be like his father, no matter how much he tried. Henry had been a reminder of that sad fact. And like a petulant boy, what had he done?
For the first time since his mother had died, he’d let himself lose control. And right now he couldn’t lie…it had felt fucking amazing.
Just remembering last night made him ache with desire. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and plunge between Hailey’s warm thighs once again. She would let him too; he had no doubt of that.
Last night she’d spread herself wide open and taken every last inch of him into her body. She’d come for him over and over, until he was drowning in her sweet cries of ecstasy.
Stop.
Forcing himself to his feet, he headed to the bathroom. He concentrated on putting one foot after the other instead of sliding back into the bed as he so desperately longed to do. After closing the door, he turned the shower on cold. Maybe that would help calm his raging hard-on.
What the hell was he going to do now?
Much as he’d like to continue this game he and Hailey had started, he knew better. And it wasn’t because she was Evan’s baby sister, because that excuse didn’t hold water anymore. She might be the little sister of his childhood friend, but she was also a grown, sensual woman.
No, this couldn’t continue because they were far too different. She was fun and adventurous, a Shakespeare in the Park kind of girl, and he was a stiff and controlled boardroom type. And even if he were to ignore that, she worked for him. If they kept at this, things were bound to become painfully awkward once their fling came to its inevitable end.
It was a scientific fact that women bonded through sex, wasn’t it? She could easily become attached to him. Grow feelings that would be difficult to simply push aside. It would be far easier to end it now, to chalk things up to an alcohol-fueled mistake.
Maybe it’s not her you’re so worried about, said that little devil inside him, the one that had decided to make itself known last night. Maybe you’re worried that you’re the one who’ll become attached.
He pushed that fear aside. No matter how sensational Hailey was, and she was, Andrew Everly wasn’t the type to fall for a free spirit. Wasn’t going to happen.
That said, he didn’t think he’d ever look at something so innocuous as a simple tie in the same way again.
***
A strand of hair tickled Hailey’s nose, waking her out of a sound sleep. She rolled onto her back and stretched, giving in to the urge to smile. Wow, last night had been incredible.
She’d lost track of the number of times she and Andrew had made love. But the soreness between her legs told her it was quite a few. And the games he’d gone along with. The things he’d said…
I like how you look on my cock.
The memory of his naughty words caused a full-blown shiver to run through her body. She had to admit; she hadn’t thought he had it in him.
Much as she ached, she also wanted more.
Just as she’d feared last night, Andrew was more than a little bit addictive. But she could deal with that. They could enjoy each other until this fiery passion that raged between them ran its course.
What if it never does? You’ve had a crush on him almost your whole life. How is sleeping with him going to change that?
That unwelcome thought frightened her into sitting up. Could it be possible that she was setting herself up for heartache?
No. She was being silly. She and Andrew were far too different for what was between them to ever become more than a little fling. The man worked like a slave, for god’s sake. He’d never be one to attend an art gallery opening with her, or run off for an impromptu weekend getaway at the beach, or call in sick and spend the day in bed.
While she had to admit he was an exceptional lover, he could never be a good boyfriend. Not for someone like her.
So sex it was, then. Yummy, mind-numbing, delicious sex with no strings attached.
Speaking of…where was he?
Bounding off the bed, she flung her curly mass of hair behind her shoulders and padded across the room. About halfway to the bathroom she heard the sound of the running water.
Mm…perfect.
A morning shower for two was right along the lines of what she’d had in mind. She padded toward the bathroom, then opened the door and slipped quietly inside. There was no steam, nothing to obscure her view within the glass-walled shower. Andrew stood the
re in profile, directly beneath the spray of the shower. His head was lowered and his eyes closed. Water cascaded down his body.
Yum. Her nipples hardened at the sight of him. Streams of water ran off his long, straight nose and dripped off the slightly curling ends of his wet hair. She followed the slide of the water down his muscular chest, along the rugged lines of his back. Then down his luscious ass, as well as his semi-erect cock.
Wow. She swallowed hard, drinking in the vision of perfection before her. What she’d seen of Andrew yesterday had been fantastic, but lust and dim lighting had blurred her view. Now, in the stark light of day, he was even more beautiful than she remembered.
Andrew’s washboard abs most certainly did not come as a byproduct of office work. Thank goodness he kept his work attire strictly business dress. If any of the handful of supermodel types who worked at his office were to get a load of the hard body he packed beneath his suits, there was no way they’d be able to keep their hands off him.
She certainly hadn’t.
Though she’d come in here to use the bathroom last night, she hadn’t paid much attention to her surroundings. Therefore, it took several more steps for it to register that the travertine shower was about the size of her tiny bedroom back in the city.
She let out a low laugh. “Guess I don’t have to ask whether there’s room for two.”
Lost in his thoughts, he jumped at the sound of her voice. His blue eyes met her gaze, and something shadowed within them. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Her smile died, her fingers froze on the handle to the shower door. His voice…it was off.
“What’s wrong?” she asked cautiously.
“Nothing.” He turned the shower knob and the water stopped. She moved away from the door and he pushed it open, snatching a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
Suddenly she felt naked. Exposed.
Two lush robes hung on hooks beside the door. She grabbed one and tossed it on. The passion she felt moments ago faded, leaving nothing but awkwardness in its wake. She forced her expression to go neutral, even though Andrew’s eyes seemed to be focused everywhere but on her.
“How’s your head?” she asked.
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