Kate Hardy – Temporary Boss, Permanent Mistress (страница 7)
He released her thumb, cupped her face with both hands and lowered his mouth to hers again. She tasted like heaven; her mouth was warm and sweet and giving, and he just couldn’t get enough. He wanted everything she was offering, and more.
Kissing her made his head spin, and the next thing he knew they were standing by his bed. He had absolutely no idea whether they’d walked there or whether he’d gone caveman and carried her there.
But what he did know was that this was absolutely mutual. Because she’d untucked his shirt and her hands were underneath the soft cotton, her fingertips teasing her skin just as he’d teased hers earlier.
His blood felt as though it were fizzing in his veins, her touch made him so hot.
‘If you want me to stop,’ he said, his voice shaking slightly, ‘you need to tell me now.’
‘Don’t stop.’ Her voice was practically a whisper, and as quivery as his own, and her pupils were enormous. She was just as turned on as he was, needed the release just as much as he did. She was with him all the way. So he could do exactly what he’d wanted to do for
He undid the buttons of her shirt, taking it slowly and stroking tiny circles on her skin with the tips of his fingers as he revealed it. He could see from the way her nipples hardened, visible through the cream lace of her bra, that she liked it. Good. Because he loved the warmth and softness of her skin beneath his hands, the way her body responded to his touch.
He bent his head to kiss the curve of her neck, tracing a path of kisses along her collarbones and lingering in the hollows. That soft floral scent he’d noticed back in London, warm and sweet…‘You smell gorgeous,’ he murmured. ‘What is it?’
‘Gardenia.’
‘It’s fabulous.’ Tomorrow, he’d buy her more. He’d run a deep, foamy bath scented with the stuff, and make love with her in it. He undid the buttons at her wrists, then slid her shirt from her shoulders. He traced the lacy edge of her bra, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against her hardened nipples; she dragged in a breath and tipped her head back, offering her throat to him.
‘Jake. You’re driving me crazy,’ she whispered.
‘You’re driving me crazy, too. I want to touch you, Lydia. See you.’ He paused. ‘
‘Yes.’ The word was almost a hiss of pleasure, and colour bloomed in her cheeks. Colour that he was going to make, oh, so much more intense when he made love with her. And they were both going to enjoy every second of it.
‘I need to touch you, too,’ she whispered.
Within limits.
He’d stop her before it got…complicated.
He slid one bra strap off her shoulder and kissed the bare skin. ‘I’m in your hands,
She undid the buttons of his shirt, her fingers hesitant at first and then more confident; once she’d bared his chest, she splayed her fingers across it. ‘You’re perfect.’
He smiled wryly. ‘And you’re good for my ego.’
Her hands drifted lower, over his abdomen, and he felt a kick of excitement as she undid his belt.
Funny, it was like being a teenager again. The sense of urgency, the need, the feeling that he was somehow stepping into the unknown. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like that.
Certainly not with Grace.
But it was pointless feeling bitter about it. Practically anyone would’ve done the same, in his ex-fiancée’s position. And she’d done him a favour, really—she’d saved him from future heartache, because he wasn’t going to let anyone into his heart again. Wasn’t going to let anyone close enough to reject him the way Grace had.
This was one night out of time.
Getting the mutual attraction out of their systems.
Tomorrow, maybe everything would be back to normal and he could be sensible again. Tonight, he was going to give in to the need that was driving him crazy, and lose himself in Lydia.
He quivered as she undid the button of his trousers, lowered the zip infinitely slowly and trailed one fingertip along his erection through the soft cotton of his underpants.
What it would feel like, to be skin to skin with her…
But she was getting a little too close for comfort. Gently, he locked his hand round hers. Stopped her. ‘I’d rather you didn’t.’
She flushed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m not usually this…’
She broke off, but he could guess the rest.
Now she was embarrassed, clearly believing that he thought she was easy.
Oh, hell. He hadn’t thought that she might take it that way; he’d just wanted to avoid an awkward explanation. ‘It’s not that,
She said nothing, but her eyes were so expressive.
Someone had obviously hurt her very, very badly. Hacked her confidence away.
And he was a bastard to take advantage of her like this. He really ought to stop.
Yet, if he stopped now, he knew they’d both feel bad. Awkward, embarrassed and frustrated. And he wanted to make Lydia feel good. He wanted to see her eyes go hazy with desire and her body arching against his.
So he dropped a sweet, reassuring kiss on her mouth. ‘It’s not you,
The wariness in her eyes vanished, to his relief, and he caught her lower lip gently between his. ‘And I want to make it good for you, Lydia. I want to blow your mind.’
‘You’re doing pretty well so far,’ she said shakily.
He undid the zip of her skirt and eased the material over her hips so it fell to the floor; then he dropped to his knees before her and rolled her tights slowly downwards. As he stroked her inner thighs, she shivered. Good. Because he needed her too turned on to think straight and use that clever lawyer’s mind when they were finally skin to skin. He stroked the sensitive spot at the back of her knee, then drew her tights down over her calves, her ankles. Her skin was so soft; he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop touching her.
He pressed his mouth against her abdomen and kissed his way up to her ribcage, breathing in her scent and loving it. Deftly, he unclipped her bra, letting it drop to the floor while he cupped her breasts. ‘Oh. Now this, I
He rose to his feet, kicked off his shoes and removed his trousers and socks, then lifted her onto the bed, laying her back against the pillows.
‘You’re absolutely sure you don’t want me to stop?’ he checked, wanting to make it clear that he wasn’t taking her for granted.
‘If you don’t touch me in the next nanosecond, I’m going to go completely insane.’ Her voice had grown deeper, huskier, with arousal.
‘Good,’ he said, and knelt between her parted thighs. He teased one nipple with his lips and tongue.
‘Oh, yes, Jake,’ she whispered, sliding her hands into his hair and urging him on. ‘Yes.’
He teased her other nipple, then kissed his way down her abdomen. When he slid one finger underneath the edge of her knickers, she quivered and arched against him, tilting her hips to give him the access he wanted. Slowly, looking straight into her eyes, he pushed one finger inside her. She felt like hot, wet silk wrapped round him. Glorious. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her shatter in climax, her mouth parted and her eyes unfocused with pleasure. He wanted to know that his touch could turn this clever, capable woman to mush.
And he wanted her to do exactly the same to him.
He moved his thumb to tease her clitoris, and she dragged in a breath.
‘Don’t tease, Jake.’
‘No teasing,
And he knew that if Lydia noticed, she’d ask. Tactfully, but she’d definitely ask.
‘Lift up for me,’ he said softly. She did so, and he swiftly removed her knickers, abandoning them over the side of the bed.
Lydia had never had hot sex with a man she wasn’t even officially dating. This was way, way out of character for her.
And she didn’t regret a single second of it.
Because Jakob Andersen was gorgeous. His body was firm and toned, his skin was soft, and he knew exactly how to use his mouth and his hands to give her maximum pleasure. How to stoke her desire higher and higher until she was burning.
He kissed the hollows of her ankles, and as his lips moved slowly upwards her pulse quickened. She realised exactly what he had in mind—and, oh, she wanted it.
Desperately.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her inner thighs; she gripped the pillow and held on for dear life as she finally felt the touch of his mouth against her sex, the long, slow stroke of his tongue exploring and teasing and stoking her desire.
‘Oh, yes. Jake. Please,