Craving You

“Definitely distracted,” she said.

“Good to know.”

She was brimming with lust. And needed to touch Tague.

So she eased onto the floor before him, pressing his thighs apart wi

th her hands so she could wedge herself between the V created.

Tague gave her a curious look that turned downright lascivious when she reached for the button on his pants, unfastened it, then slid the zipper down its track. She worked the small disks on his shirt through their holes, starting at the bottom as he undid his tie. When the shirt fell open, she ran her hands over his pecs and down to the ridges of his cut abs.

“You really are magnificent,” she said as she eyed his chiseled-to-perfection body. And ached to see more, to touch more, to feel more.

He shoved his pants and briefs down his hips to the tops of his thighs, while sitting on his overcoat. L.L.’s eyes feasted on his rock-hard cock. Long, thick, wide. Her stomach fluttered. Her clit tingled.

Moisture oozed along her pussy lips, making the pearls glide even more smoothly against her sensitive flesh as her inner walls clenched and released.

She curled her index fingers around the thin sparkly strands resting on her bare shoulders and slid them downward. Let them go. The straps fell to her crooked elbows. Then she dropped her arms to her sides, causing the bodice of the dress to collapse around her waist, exposing her breasts.

L.L.’s gaze met his and she said, “You can have me any way you want me.”

Tague’s groin tightened to an insane level. L.L. wrapped her fingers around his base and pumped slowly, causing his breathing to escalate. She lowered her head to him and ran her velvety lips up one side, from shaft to tip. Her tongue teased the slight indentation at the head of his cock before she licked the other side. Then she took him as deep in her mouth as she could.

Adrenaline shot through him. His pulse soared.

Carefully, Tague slipped a hand along her nape, under all the silky strands, trying hard not to disturb her intricately designed hairstyle.

Her lips and tongue swept over his throbbing erection while her hand squeezed him at the root. She worked him good, causing his hips to buck and his heart to thunder.

Endless moments of this and Tague was teetering right on the verge. But she released him at just the right moment.

Eyeing him coyly, she said, “Give me an ice cube from your glass.”

His groin tightened further. He had a very good idea as to what she was up to. He did as instructed and watched as she trailed the square chunk along her chest and between her breasts. Her incredibly tempting breasts. She rubbed the ice over one pebbled nipple, then the other. As the cube started to melt, she continued stroking the delectable inner swells, soaking her skin.

When the ice was nothing more than a tiny nub, she sucked it into her mouth, her expression purely wicked.

She leaned forward. Tague captured her firm, teardrop mounds with both hands and pressed his cock between them, encasing his thick member. He slid easily along her lubricated skin, warmed by her internal heat.

Desire ripped through him as he fucked her breasts, his hips jerking.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said in a rough voice.

His thumbs whisked over her nipples, then he pinched lightly, keeping them rock hard. L.L.’s head dipped when the tip of his cock peeked out from between her breasts. She licked the indentation again. The next time, she caught him with her mouth and sucked hard. He thrust quicker, his excitement ratcheting to a near boiling point.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That is so good. You’re so damn good.”

“I know what you want,” she told him. “Do it—”

22

“Come on my chest,” she said.

Tague couldn’t deny it was an animalistic urge that clawed at him. A dark craving.

But there were other cravings commanding his attention.

Tague released her breasts and clasped her biceps. “What I want,” he said, “is to come inside you.” He pulled her to him, forcing her to yank her dress up so the slit was high enough to allow her to straddle his lap.