A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [29]
“Yeah.” He wanted her so much he could barely see straight. “Kinky, isn’t it?” Then he kissed her with all the longing he’d kept bottled up, all the passion he’d tried to deny as he’d been making his rational decision not to do this.
But he was so doing this. He was going to taste, touch and enjoy all that was Hannah Robertson, starting with her incredible mouth. The dank scent of the basement made everything seem forbidden and exciting. From the way she moaned as he thrust his tongue deep, he thought she might be experiencing the same thrill of breaking some unspoken rule.
So much woman, so little time. He hadn’t really meant to unzip her dress, but when she arched against him, he slipped his hand up her back. And darned if there wasn’t a metal tab right there just asking to be pulled down.
As the zipper gave way, she wrenched her mouth from his. She was breathing hard. “Should you…do that?”
His voice was thick. “I have to.”
“Okay.” Then she went right back to kissing him, her mouth even more hot, more wet.
He managed to pull the top half of her dress down, but only after she dropped her purse with a loud clank to the cement floor. She’d had tuna in there, no doubt. But once he cupped the lace of her bra, he forgot all about the tuna.
With one flick of his wrist he opened the front catch and pushed the material aside. She quivered and gasped against his mouth. With a groan he filled both hands with her plump, silky breasts. To think he’d ever questioned whether she would be worth it.
Lifting his head, he gazed into her eyes as he ran his thumbs over her nipples.
She licked her lips and her eyes darkened until they were almost black. “This is crazy. We have…a room right…down the hall.”
“It seems miles away.”
“I know.” She dragged in a breath, making her breasts shimmy in his hands.
“And I want…this.” Crouching, he closed his mouth over one turgid nipple. As he sucked, his erection pressed urgently against the restriction of his suddenly too-tight slacks.
She whimpered. “That feels so good.”
That was all he needed to hear. Kissing his way back to her mouth, he tasted its sweetness one more time before sliding his lips close to her ear. “I’m taking your dress off.”
She shivered against him. “Someone might come.”
“Uh-huh. You.”
She inhaled sharply. “I meant—”
“I know what you meant.” He worked her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. “No one will.” He peppered her face with kisses. “We’ve been banished to the basement.”
“You’re a wildman.”
“If you don’t want this, then tell me no.” He cupped her face in one hand and slipped the other one inside her panties. Her very wet panties.
She looked into his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I thought so.” Threading his fingers slowly through the curls covering her secrets, he watched as languid surrender relaxed her features and brought a wanton glow to her eyes. He’d thought she was beautiful before, but now…now there were no words to describe how she affected him.
He wanted to give her everything, starting with a mind-shattering orgasm. As he found the right spot and caressed her there, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.
“I feel shameless,” she murmured.
“Good.” He slid his fingers in deep, exulting in how ready she was. He had condoms. They could do it up against the wall.
No. When that moment came, he wanted to be horizontal, braced to take his time and draw out the pleasure. This was about spontaneous combustion. The next time he would light the match slowly and tease the flame until he’d created a roaring fire.
He stroked her gently at first, loving the way her labored breathing made her breasts quiver. Leaning down, he kissed the point right below where her necklace nestled. Then he nibbled his way to one erect nipple, all the while coaxing her higher with the rhythm of his fingers and the insistent pressure of his thumb.
She moaned and thrust her hips forward. He nipped at her breast and increased the speed of his probing fingers. She was so wet, so very wet. He sensed that it wouldn