Follow My Lead (Stepping Up 2)

She leaned into him. He was strong and solid, and perfect in ways she couldn’t begin to name or understand. He just…was. “I bet you say that to all the women.”

His hands framed her face, his eyes finding hers. “Just you, Darla. You get that, right? There’s just you.”

Emotion expanded in her chest at the unexpected confession. “Good,” she whispered, because it was all she could manage to get out before she could even think about perhaps holding back, being guarded.

“I like that answer,” he said a moment before his mouth slanted over hers, his tongue caressing hers with sensual strokes that she felt from head to toe. There was something more happening between them than a few wild nights, something that had no place in the midst of their jobs, but she couldn’t seem to care.

She lost herself in the sensation of him touching her, barely aware of how her skirt, his as well, even her bra, had disappeared, just as her inhibitions had the instant this man came into her life. There was only a momentary return to reality in which she realized she was giving him total control. That she trusted him enough to allow him to have it. To enjoy his hands on her bare breasts, to cover them with her own and silently beg him not to stop. His lips brushed her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine, as he repeated, “Are you going to show me what’s under that skirt, or leave me in painful anticipation?” He slid her side zipper down.

“I’d say I’d tease you a little but I think that might have to wait until later,” she confessed, letting him inch it down her hips. She kicked it away the instant it hit the floor.

He set her at arm’s length, his hands resting on her hips. The heat of his sizzling inspection was as arousing as his touch. Her skin flushed and she still felt sexy, and with Blake, it felt good. Trust. She felt trust and freedom with him that defied their short relationship. It was the second time she’d had such a thought and it spurred her into action, piercing the protective walls she maintained, making her want to please him. To show him how good he made her feel.

She approached him, her lips parting at the hungry expression she’d captured on his face. Hunger that bled into her, fed her desire, her passion to show him just how much she wanted him. Darla scraped her teeth over her bottom lip.

“Show me,” she whispered. Then in a louder voice, “Undress.” She leaned against the couch with her hands behind her, comfortable in her nakedness with him. She liked that. She didn’t remember ever feeling as playful or comfortable with any man before. Not that there had been many, but then, maybe that was why—they hadn’t ever made her feel this way.

His gaze raked over her body and he took a step toward her. She pointed, the corners of her mouth lifting. “Not until you have undressed. Halfway wasn’t good enough the first time, and it still isn’t.”

He didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked like he was going to combust with the effort to control himself, but he stopped and reached for his pants and toed off his shoes. Her hands immediately went to his waist, then slid over his broad chest, and lower still to his cock.

He made a rough, primal sound and reached for her. But she instantly went down on her knees. His erection jutted forward, thick and pulsing, and she wrapped her hand around it, forming a tight grip. She licked the head. “I’m going to show you how glad I am you stayed tonight.”

“You did that when you told me to stay.”

“Not as thoroughly as I wanted to.” She lapped at the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it. “You like that?” she asked, playing coy.

“Hell, yeah, I like it,” he replied, his voice laden with desire.

Now, she felt in control. She licked him up and down. His expression darkened and he let out a long breath. She licked him some more, drawing him in her mouth and swirling. She was teasing him and he knew it. She wanted him to want her so bad that he couldn’t hold back.

“You know you’re killing me,” he ground out, “don’t you?”

“How?” she asked innocently, sucking only a few inches of him into her mouth and drawing back.

“You know how.”

She drew him into the wet heat of her mouth until she could take no more.

“Yes,” he groaned, his hand going to her head, urging her to keep going. “That’s good, baby.”

The endearment spoken so naturally made her heart flutter. The desperate need in his voice drove her crazy. She suckled him, her mouth and hand pumping him. Her other hand wrapped around him, using that rock-hard ass of his to steady herself. She wanted him to come, she wanted to know she’d taken this man to the brink.