Those same lips that were the object of his obsession parted in a surprised oh.
“Have you forgotten? Can you get it out of your mind? Or do you lie in bed at night thinking about me the way I do about you?”
Chapter Four
Mia hadn’t forgotten that kiss. Not for a second, and at the reminder, heat washed over her, tightening her skin. Austin’s nearness didn’t help.
He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, a gentle gesture that affected her like a sensual caress.
“I’m waiting for an answer.”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “No, I can’t get it out of my head, either,” she admitted.
“I thought so.” He lifted her chin with his hand. “What are we going to do about this mutual wanting?”
“Nothing smart,” she murmured.
He grazed her lip with the pad of his thumb, causing her to lean into him on a soft moan. She knew better than to give in. She’d spent the train ride home convincing herself to maintain the status quo, to steer clear. But how was she supposed to resist a man who worried about her welfare, who waited up for her to return, who looked at her as if he wanted to consume her?
“To hell with smart when it feels so good,” he said.
She agreed. For the moment, she was finished fighting with herself, the devil on her shoulder winning. She’d deal with the repercussions later, and slid her tongue out to lick his finger, where it lingered on her mouth.
His gorgeous brown eyes darkened, and need pulsed through her veins, her sex damp with desire.
“Now let me taste that sweet mouth.” He slipped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in. This time he didn’t wait for her acquiescence. He dipped his head and covered her mouth with his.
The kiss was hot, his mouth branding her with the intensity of his need. He pulled her against him and she melted into his hard body. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest and her heart beat a mile a minute as he devoured her mouth, his tongue taking possession of hers.
He backed her up to the nearest wall, his lips never leaving hers. He grasped her waist, gliding his hand up her shirt, beneath the jacket, until he encountered her silk bra that he released in the front with a flick of his hand.
He tilted his head back, meeting her gaze, his irises dark with desire. “Take off the jacket,” he said in a gruff voice. He backed up so she could do as he asked, and she leaned forward, shrugging off the leather and letting it fall to the floor.
He lifted her shirt up and over her head.
“Bra next.”
She swallowed hard, and, emboldened by his need, she shrugged her shoulders, shimmying the opened garment down her arms so it fell on the floor. The cool air and his heated stare caused her nipples to pucker tightly.
“I wondered what these pretty tits looked like.” He cupped her breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumbs over her distended nipples, the sensation causing a clenching of her core, an emptiness that needed to be filled.
She lifted her hands, intending to pull his shirt up so she could feel his skin. Turnabout was fair play, after all, but he shook his head.
“Don’t. Not yet. Let me fulfill at least one of my personal fantasies first. I want to know what they taste like, too.”
Before she could process his words, he dipped his head and covered one breast with his hot mouth, licking her flesh and teasing her nipples, grazing them, before he shocked her, sinking his teeth into her tender flesh.
She gasped at the bite of erotic pain that he quickly soothed with gentle laps of his tongue. Pleasure swamped her, her legs trembling, her sex damp. She grasped his head, holding him tight as he continued to focus on her breasts, moving to the to the other side, giving her left breast the same sensual treatment.
By the time he was finished, her hips were shifting back and forth of their own accord, her body seeking fulfillment. He slid one strong thigh between her legs and soon she was writhing against him, waves of pleasure accosting her body. Her sex throbbed with desire and she whimpered aloud.
“I’ve got you,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist as his free hand unbuttoned her jeans and slid down her panties, his strong fingers gliding over her clit.
She moaned at the first touch of her most sensitive spot, falling back against his arm and the wall behind her.
“Let me make you feel good. Let me make you come.”
She wasn’t about to argue. Not when his fingers danced over her slick folds and his seductive words had her trembling, shaking, and on the verge of an explosive orgasm.
He picked up speed, his fingertip rubbing circles over her clit. He stroked her in just the right spot, in the most perfect way, and stars sparkled behind her eyes, warmth and pleasure sizzling along her nerve endings, the ultimate peak with reach. A tweak, a pinch, and she was calling his name, coming hard on and around his fingers. The waves rippled around her and she rode out the storm, pleasure consuming her.