Her pretty, pink, kiss-swollen lips fell apart as he spoke, but he couldn’t mistake the hitch in her breath for anything but desire.
Unable to resist temptation, he moved to seal her mouth with his. This time, her tongue pushed its way past his lips, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders before slipping to his back.
As the kiss deepened, she curled her hands and let her nails dig into his flesh, scoring light lines down his back.
He wanted those nails running along his shaft and making his balls tighten.
Later.
Hell, much later, because if she touched his cock right now, he’d come in her hand. He couldn’t remember being so lost in a woman that he couldn’t control himself. At least not anytime recently.
And holy hell, had he missed it.
With her nails digging into his back, he felt her thrust up into the hand on her mound, giving him tacit permission to continue.
He hadn’t realized he’d been waiting for it. But now he wasn’t stopping or holding back unless she pushed him away.
Releasing her mouth and pulling his hand out of her pants, he rose to his knees then stood beside the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to the edge of the mattress. As he stripped the jeans off her legs, she propped herself up on her elbows. Heavy-lidded eyes watched his every move as she wriggled and arched to help him.
Her jeans had been loose enough that he hadn’t snagged her underwear, and he smiled at the sight of black lace panties that teased at the golden brown hair on her mound and covered more interesting secrets.
He reached for them but she grabbed his hands. “What about your jeans?”
“Those are staying on for a while. I’m not done using my mouth.”
The flush on her cheeks deepened, but she said nothing as she released him so he could reach for the strings holding the back and front of the panties together. He wanted to rip them off her but he had too much appreciation for Kate’s work to do it.
Instead, he pulled them down achingly slow. He could see they were wet, and the scent of her arousal made his mouth water and his heart pound even harder. By the time he pulled them away from her ankles, he could barely stop himself from dropping to his knees and spreading her legs.
Too fast. Need more time to play.
She’d closed her legs as soon as he’d released her so now he reached for her knees. But instead of holding her open, he ran his hands up her thighs, soaking in the feel of her skin. Damn, the girl was soft. Her thighs were smooth, her skin dotted with pale freckles he planned to lick later.
Watching his every move, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her stomach rising and falling with each breath.
She’d trimmed the hair on her mound to a small triangle and when he ran his fingers over it, the softness tempted him to sink farther between her legs.
A small, husky moan slipped from her lips, making him smile.
“A little impatient, babe?”
Her eyes narrowed, glittering at him in the hazy light coming from the windows. “Maybe you’re just too slow.”
“Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”
“Says the man who makes movies I need Dramamine to watch.”
He laughed, a little surprised by her willingness to play with him. Most of the women he’d bedded would’ve pulled out the “ooh, baby, I want you, please do me” sex kitten act. And that’s all it was with them—an act.
This woman wasn’t playing a role. He really fucking liked that.
“Well, I can guarantee you won’t need Dramamine now. But I will promise to feed you afterward. You’ll need to replenish your energy.”
He’d deliberately baited her, waiting—
Her eyebrows lifted. “You do know I’m more than ten years younger than you, right? Maybe you’ll need a nap.”
Now his smile became a full-blown grin and her eyes widened. Goddamn, he liked her.
“Oh, baby, if I need a nap, you can be damn sure you’ll be passed out cold beside me.”
Rising onto her elbows again, her head dropped back and she started to laugh, making her breasts jiggle and drawing his attention to them again. He wanted to rub his cock between her tits. They’d feel like the finest silk against his shaft and—
Her foot brushed against his erection, rubbing him through his jeans, making his grin widen.
“You don’t have any confidence problems, do you?”
None that he’d ever admit to. And honestly, right now, with the woman he’d been lusting after for months laid out in a bed right in front of him, with her foot teasing his cock, he said, “Not at the moment, no.”
Something passed over her expression, a vulnerability that gave him pause. But she still hadn’t said no.
He held out his hands and watched her frown for a second before she reached for them and let him pull her up into a sitting position, and then to her knees. The top of her head still barely reached his chin, and he bent to kiss her at the same time he put her hands on his jeans.
Her fingers began to move immediately, working the button loose and then grabbing the zipper tab and pulling it down.
A groan rumbled in his chest as she released his aching cock by tugging the jeans over his hips and down his thighs. The boxers he’d been wearing went with them, exposing his cock to the slightly cooler air in the room. It jerked in anticipation, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted her to take notice.
It didn’t have long to wait.
She abandoned his jeans around his knees, cupped his balls in one hand, and wrapped her fingers around his erection with the other. He nearly came in her hand.
“Holy fuck, yes. Harder.”
Wrapping his hands in her hair, he tugged her head back and let himself kiss her like he hadn’t yet. With the full force of his desire.
Her hands clenched tight around him and her head bent farther back as he devoured her. His lips demanded more and more and, after a few seconds, she gave it to him. She met him kiss for kiss and her hands tightened on his cock and balls with purpose.
Then she started to play with him, stroking his cock from root to tip. Way too gently. Almost as if she was teasing him. He wanted harder and faster, but just the fact that it was Sabrina was enough to make it better than any other hand job he’d ever had.
Her other hand massaged his balls, rolling and squeezing his sac. Gently. Making his cock throb and a drop of liquid form at the tip. On her next stroke upward, she caught that drip on her fingers and spread it down his shaft.
The lubrication made her hand pick up speed, and his pulse began to pound in his ears. Releasing one hand from her hair, he reached for her breast, cupping its weight. He wanted to pet her all over, wanted to get his hand between her legs and feel if she was as wet as he wanted her to be.
He held back his inclination to toss her on her back and plow between her legs. Even though it was exactly what he wanted to do, there was another part of his brain that wanted to make sure she was just as satisfied.
Yes, she had her hands all over him but this wasn’t some jaded thirty-something who’d been around the block more than a few times.
This was a twenty-three-year-old small-town girl who worked for his best friend.
Who seems to want you as much as you want her.
She kissed him with a passion nearly equal to his own, her hands caressing him with increasing surety. Her body responded to his every touch like they were connected on another level.
Right now, she was totally his.
And it was time to prove it.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her off her knees, breaking their kiss and her hold on his cock, then laid her on her back. Okay, maybe he tossed her just a little. He had the supreme pleasure of watching her sprawl there for a second, hair fanned out on the silk, dark eyes blinking up at him.
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sp; He grinned as he kneed her legs apart then sat back on his heels. Now he had her spread out in front of him like a willing sacrifice and there was no more time for doubts.
“So fucking pretty.”
Letting his gaze drift down her body, he noted her bottom lip caught between her teeth again, the puckered nipples, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and the quiver of her belly.
Finally, he got to that tiny vee of hair on her mound. She obviously trimmed that darker brown hair and waxed between her legs. Smooth, pink flesh beckoned.
Putting one hand on her left thigh, he pushed her open even more. She didn’t resist, let him move her leg where he wanted it, her fingers curling into the comforter beneath.
Then he reached for her with his free hand, laying it flat on her stomach before drawing it down her body. He ran his fingers through that soft hair then twisted his hand to cup her, the heel of his palm pressing against her clit while his fingers slid along her pussy lips.
She moaned and he glanced up for a second to see her eyes close and her lips part before he returned to watching his fingers play with her most sensitive flesh.
Her pussy lips were flushed and plump. And hot. And wet. He rubbed his fingers in the moisture, coating them with it as he worked her clit. He heard her breathing increase and felt her thighs clench, trying to close, but his knees didn’t budge.
“I want to watch you come, just like this, sweetheart. Spread out in front of me with my fingers inside you. Then I’ll make you come with my mouth. After that, I’ll work my cock inside your pussy and fuck you hard and fast.”
Her mouth parted, her slightly shocked expression only making him more determined.
Breaching her with his fingers, he watched her hips arch off the bed as he stroked, gently at first, only giving her the tip of one finger, crooking it inside then dragging it back out.
So soft. He wanted to feel that softness against his tongue.
Soon.
On each inward stroke, he went a little deeper. Then he added another finger.
Releasing her thigh, he used his thumb and forefinger to tease her clit, exposing it to the air and watching her suck in a sharp breath, then tweaking it until her hips thrust in time with his fingers.
His breath came harder now, watching her work toward her climax. His cock stood stiff and ready—he was going to have to rethink this plan. He wouldn’t be getting his mouth on her this time. He wouldn’t have the patience.
Increasing the pressure on her clit, he gave it a rough tweak and felt her pussy clench around his fingers in a short, sharp orgasm.
“Greg.”
His name fell from her lips and sealed the deal. He ripped the condom out of his back pocket. The one he’d stashed in there this morning after that kiss. He didn’t want to use the damn thing but that was going to require a conversation.
And that sure as hell wasn’t happening right now.
Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from her body, groaning when she grabbed his wrist and tried to hold his fingers inside her.
“Hang tight, sweetheart. Just let me—”
He got the condom unwrapped and rolled on in mere seconds. Not bothering to lose his jeans, he planted one hand on the mattress and used his free hand to guide his shaft straight to her sex.
In the next second, he was working his way inside.
Tight, so fucking tight.
Still working through her orgasm, her pussy grasped onto him, trying to take him deeper.
He tried not to go too fast, to lose control, but the feel of her closing around him, the heat of her pussy, and the strength of her arms as she wrapped them around him and held on when he started to thrust . . . it was too damn much.
He went hard and deep from the first second and he couldn’t stop himself.
Their height difference was more noticeable in this position and he had to lift his upper body away to kiss her. Which made his hips press closer and his cock sink even deeper. He groaned as he fucked her mouth with his tongue in the same rhythm as his hips.
She moved with him, her body a sinuous dance beneath his. Her breasts pressed against his chest made him want to flip their positions and let her ride him while he sucked on her nipples.
Next time.
Now, he moved one hand to her right leg and tugged. She took the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him slide even deeper.
Her arms and legs tightened around him as she gasped, turning her head to the side. He froze, afraid he might’ve hurt her.
Then he heard her gasp out, “Don’t stop,” as her fingernails raked his back.
He bucked like she’d smacked his ass with a crop, then fucked her hard and fast. He lost himself in the tightness of her body and the warmth of her skin pressed against his. In the scent of her arousal and the sound she made every time he thrust back inside her.
He didn’t know how long he could hold out, his attention focused on the sensation of his cock being clenched by her pussy. It made him lose all rational thought.
When she cried out, not more than a breath of sound, he felt her sheath grip his cock like a vise. He had the vague notion that he could ride this out, hold back his own orgasm so he could wind her up again.
But it wasn’t going to happen. He’d reached his breaking point.
With her legs locked around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, he thrust and held deep as he came.
* *
Greg collapsed over her with a sigh, his cock still pulsing deep inside her.
Sabrina had to turn her head to the side so she could breathe, but refused to release her arms and legs.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.
The words would not stop going through her head.
Exhaustion and exhilaration made it hard for her to catch her breath while every muscle in her body tingled . . . and her sex throbbed.
And when he pulled out, she thought she might come again. Every inch of her was sensitized to him. Every breath he took, she felt as if his lungs kept hers going as well. Every breath she took was filled with his scent, so deeply male she wanted to lick his skin to see if he tasted the same.
His heart pounded against her chest, calling to hers to join his rhythm.
Oh, my God, she’d had sex with Greg Hicks.
And holy crap, it’d been amazing.
For several long minutes, she lay there, holding on to him. Not ready to let go, though she’d have to soon enough. He had at least sixty pounds on her and needed to breathe to remain conscious. But—
Damn, he must have read her mind because he rolled. But he took her with him, rearranging them so he was on his back and she lay curved against his side.
I could get used to this, every night.
Draping her arm over his chest, she put her head on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
Which was pretty damn difficult to do when he wound one hand into her hair and put the other on her bare ass. She shivered, not at the room temperature but at the possessive way he held her. His hand on her ass began to smooth over her skin, from her lower back to her thighs.
Oh, my God, if he kept doing that, she’d be ready to go again in minutes.
“You cold?” Greg’s voice, husky and deep, made her shiver again.
“Hmm. A little.”
He shifted beneath her. She shouldn’t have said anything. She didn’t want him to move. Not yet.
But instead of leaving the bed and handing her clothes to her, he reached across her to grab the comforter they were laying on and drag it over her.
The silky material slid against her already sensitized skin and raised more goose bumps. As she huddled closer to Greg, her mound bumped against his hip and she bit back a moan, wanting to grind herself on him to satiate the already building lust.
Maybe she’d made
a serious miscalculation here—
“So, I’ve been thinking about this scene,” he said. “It’s pretty late in the film and I’m not sure yet if I’m going to keep it.”
—because she’d thought maybe the ache would lessen after they’d had sex. Maybe it’d even go away. Like scratching an itch.
“But it’s pretty pivotal to an earlier scene I’ve been thinking about adding, and that could push the run time into two hours.”
And now he wanted to talk about his movie?
Yeah, so what do you want to talk about?
Good point.
“What do you think?”
She thought she was in deep shit because all she wanted to do was lie here naked and warm against him and talk about his movie.
When she pulled away enough so that she could look up at him, he looked like he was actually waiting for an answer. A coherent answer.
Luckily, she’d been listening, mostly because all she wanted to do when he spoke was listen.
“I think if you need the scene, you should add it. I watch movies all the time where I feel like they rushed things just to get the film to fit a certain time frame. That’s cheating.”
He smiled at her, and her stomach did that thing where it felt like it turned end over end.
And when he leaned down and kissed her, she had to control her first reaction to crawl onto his body and rub against him until he was hard, she was wet, and there was no question about what would happen next.
When he pulled away this time, after scrambling her brain once again, she could tell from the look on his face that his brain was already back to thinking about his screenplay. She couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off that he’d already dismissed her or relieved this wasn’t going to be awkward.
Turning toward the other side of the bed, she began to gather her clothes.
“Sabrina?”
Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned, holding the sheet to her breasts like a shield. Which was ridiculous considering what they’d been doing only minutes ago.
“Yes?”
His eyes narrowed. “Stay. Just like that.”
Her eyes widened and she had half a mind to remind him she wasn’t a dog he could order around.
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