Hard and Fast

Brad didn’t move, didn’t openly react. Yet, she could feel his hunger, his desire, a tiger ready to pounce. That pleased Amanda, encouraged her to test her seduction skills.

She shrugged out of the blouse, displaying her sheer, pink bra. She could feel his stare on her breasts like an intimate touch, and her nipples tightened into hard peaks. Never before had Amanda found herself so aroused by the look in a man’s eyes.

Excitement coursed through her body. She reached for her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Wearing only a thong, high heels and her barely-there bra, Amanda struck a sexy pose. One hip out, hands on waist, she confronted him.

He ravished her with his eyes, and she sensed that he was on edge, ready for her. And she liked it.

Slowly, she walked toward him, closing the distance between them, watching him watch her. With each step her body pulsed, anticipated the moment he’d put those big hands on her.

She didn’t stop until only a few inches separated them. His gaze flickered to her breasts. “You’re beautiful, Amanda,” he said, raising his eyes to hers.

The way he’d said the words, laced with arousal and desire, nearly did her in. Spurred her to speed things up, to push for satisfaction, for more Brad.

“And you,” she purred, “are wearing far too many clothes.” She crossed her arms, framing her breasts. “Take them off.”

***

BRAD FOUND this bossy side of Amanda beyond sexy. If Amanda wanted him naked, he’d damn well get naked.

He tugged his shirt off, throwing it aside. But when he reached for his jeans, her hand covered his. “Not yet,” she ordered.

Slowly, he eased his hands to his sides. “Good,” she said. “Keep them there until I say otherwise.”

That was a difficult request when the urge to take what he’d wanted since the first moment he’d met her was like rocket fuel shooting through his veins.

Her hands, soft and warm, settled at his waist. For a moment, he shut his eyes and absorbed the feel of her hands on his skin. Brad could barely breathe as she began to explore, tracing the lines of his body, teasing him with sensation after sensation. The simplest of acts became incredibly erotic.

She shifted and her legs touched his. That damn flower scent stirred his hunger while it tested his willpower. He tilted his head, letting the soft strands of her hair tickle his chin and cheek.

The scrape of her teeth on his nipple, a sharp dart of pleasure, set him into action. He reached for her, filling his hands with that lush, round ass and molding her hips against his erection. He left no doubt how hot and hard he was for her.

Her hands gripped his biceps. Defiance flashed in her eyes. “I told you no touching.”

“A man only has so much willpower, sweetheart,” he drawled. He didn’t give her time to argue, just claimed her mouth in a kiss that held nothing back. His tongue swept into her mouth, taking what he wanted, what he craved.

For several seconds, she held herself stiff, as if she would resist. The need to demand her submission drove him to deepen the kiss. One of her arms slid around his neck, while her hand framed his face. Her body formed to his like a soft blanket of sensual heat covering him.

Just when he thought he’d won, she surprised him. Suddenly, Amanda met his passion with a fiery response, her tongue battling his for supremacy, for the ultimate control. Stroke for stroke, demanding, taking, turning his victory into a wicked battle for dominance. And damn, the battle tasted good. Like honey mixed with cinnamon, the sweetness of her blended with the spicy woman who’d come out to play.

He swept his hand downward and, shoving aside the thin strip of her thong, trailed his fingers in her most intimate places. A sexy little sound erupted from her as she tore her mouth from his.

She stared at him, lips slightly parted and swollen from his kiss. Her fingers went to his waistband. “You are not listening. No touching unless I say so.”

Tugging him forward, she angled him toward the bed. He didn’t fight her. A second later, she pushed him down to the mattress.

Immediately, she was there, too, straddling him, that lush backside settling on his erection. He moaned, desire tearing through him. Amanda smiled in response, a spark of pure mischief flashing in her eyes.

She reached around, unhooked her bra, and tossed it aside. One look at her bare breasts, and he was ready to come unglued. Screw the hands-off rule. He wanted to touch her and he intended to. But before he could make his move, Amanda arched her back, and planted her hands on his thighs behind her. With her rosy red nipples thrust in the air, she swiveled her hips against his cock, her breasts bouncing with the action.