With a low chuckle, he gave her nipple a little nip, and she cried out in response before she could stop herself.
“I’m not that loud,” she insisted, when she saw the amused vindication in his expression.
“It wasn’t an insult,” he said, still looking both fond and amused. “I just said I liked it. You’re normally so quiet and composed. I love that I can make you completely let go. It’s intoxicating.” As he spoke, he fondled her breasts, his eyes never leaving her face.
She arched up into his touch but managed to say with a degree of lucidity, “Still, I’m not that loud.”
The truth was, she’d never been particularly loud in sex at all.
But she’d also never had sex with Jake before either.
Everything was different with him.
He spent a long time caressing her, teasing her into heights of arousal she’d never experienced before. But she kept biting her lip when she got too loud in some irrational need to prove to him that she wasn’t as loud as he thought.
“It’s no use,” he murmured eventually, his mouth against her belly. “It won’t be long until I make you scream.”
“I’m not about to scream,” she told him, with more confidence than was entirely warranted.
“Keep telling yourself that. Now turn over.”
“What?”
“Turn over. Onto your stomach.”
“That sounds kind of bossy.”
“I thought you said I was the boss everywhere except the file room.” There was laughter in his tone that was as sexy as his touch.
“You’re the boss everywhere except the file room and the bedroom.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “So you’re not going to turn over?”
“If you ask nicely.”
“Turn over, baby.” It wasn’t a request. It was a guttural command that made her clench hard.
“You’ll have to practice asking nicely,” she said, turning over because there was no way she could resist anymore.
“I’ll practice as much as you want.” He adjusted her body the way he wanted it with his strong hands, until she was sprawled out on her stomach beside him.
She gave him a look over her shoulder, just to let him know she didn’t appreciate his smug tone.
She did actually appreciate his tone, but he didn’t have to know that.
He was chuckling again as he kissed his way down her spine, stroking her skin as he did so until her arousal threatened to drive her crazy.
When his mouth was at the small of her back, she shifted uncomfortably and tried to turn back over.
“Hey,” he objected. “I’m not done yet. I haven’t made you scream.”
“You can make me scream when I turn over.”
“What’s the matter?” he asked in a different tone, obviously noticing something in her expression.
She sighed. “My ass isn’t my best feature, so I’d rather not show it off.”
She was looking at him over her shoulder, so she saw surprise reflected on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean, what am I talking about?”
“Your ass is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“No need to exaggerate. I’m not expecting ridiculous flattery, you know.”
“It’s not flattery. It’s the truth. You have no idea how much your ass turns me on. Everything about you turns me on.” He bent down again and pressed a kiss at the small of her back. Then lower, at the top of her bottom. He stroked her with a slow, sensual touch. “I’ve always had to be sure not to walk behind you, since the sight of your ass gives me very inappropriate thoughts.”
It sounded like he was speaking the truth. The heated look in his eyes as he stared down at her body certainly looked like he was speaking the truth. The knowledge sent another wave of feeling through her, this one even deeper, even stronger.
“Now,” he drawled, sliding one hand between her thighs and exploring until he found her hot, wet arousal, “I think it’s time to make your scream.”
“Not going to happen.” She wasn’t sure how convincing her words were, since she was already writhing with pleasure as he sank a finger inside her.