Her hands gripped his hips, fingers digging into his firm butt to encourage him to take her. He apparently took this as a cue to begin a meticulous and highly sensual journey down her body. Her hands slipped up his back as he moved slowly downward. He kissed her neck, shoulders, collarbones, and his tongue and lips gave considerable attention to one hard nipple. She sighed, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation rather than concentrate on the disappointment that was yet to come. As he shifted to the other side, Steve paused to press his lips to the scar between her breasts. He held his lips there, the tenderness of the gesture filling her with a rush of emotion that stole her breath. She’d never had a man show that much care to the mark that scarred her inside and out, and by his doing so, the agonizing tightness that always centered in that exact spot loosened a fraction. She shifted her hands to his silky hair and cradled him to her chest for a moment. Why did this notoriously naughty rock star awaken such tenderness within her? Who knew he could be so gentle, so caring? And after a moment, when she released his head and he drew her neglected nipple into his mouth, she wondered who knew he could be so sensual, so sexy? Oh, everyone knew that.
His hands skimmed her ribs as he kissed his way down the center of her belly. She hoped he’d nip her belly button again. She’d loved the pulse of excitement his teeth had caused earlier, but with only a soft kiss at her navel, he continued down. A soft sigh of disappointment escaped her. Steve went still and then pushed up onto his hands to look down at her. She couldn’t help but stare at the hard, sculpted shoulders that motion showed off.
“What was that?” he asked.
She tilted her head slightly. “What was what?”
“That sigh. You wanted something, were anticipating it, and I didn’t deliver.”
He’d recognized all that from her stupid sigh? “It’s nothing. Continue.”
“If you don’t tell me, I can’t give you everything you want, and I want to”—his gaze held hers—“give you everything.”
Did he mean everything—not merely sexual satisfaction—or was she reading too much into his words? She knew she was prone to overthinking even frivolous comments.
“I was thinking how much I liked it when you bit my belly earlier.” Her face went hot. She was lying naked beneath him on the floor of a jet, which didn’t embarrass her in the least, but voicing that silly desire aloud made her blush? Jeez. No wonder she couldn’t relax enough to come at a man’s hand. Or mouth. Or cock.
“Gotcha,” he said with a lopsided grin. He immediately lowered his body over hers once more.
He kissed a circle around her navel and then licked a chaotic trail in the same path. She moaned as her nipples tightened and her pussy clenched with unquestionable need. When he nipped her skin, her hips rose off the floor. He shifted slightly to one side, his arm moving between her thighs. He massaged her belly around her navel with deep, sucking kisses and a chaotically twirling tongue until she began to squirm and her breath came in excited gasps. Why did that excite her so much?
Stop thinking about why, Roux. Just feel. Enjoy it. Oh!
When he again nipped at the small fold of skin at the top of her belly button, her hips jerked on cue, and he slid two long, thick fingers inside her. She gasped, her pussy tightening around them. He rubbed her inner walls with firm, steady strokes. Her body tightened and tightened with each thrust until she thought she’d shatter. Suddenly her legs snapped closed on his hand, holding it locked into position. He didn’t force her thighs apart, just went still and focused his attention on kissing her belly again. Oh, she liked that. Liked that so much. She started to imagine that same kissing, tongue-swirling motion on her clit, and she trembled, overwhelmed by the very idea. It took her a while to relax, and when her thighs finally fell open, he rewarded her by nipping her newly discovered erogenous zone and then pumped his fingers into and out of her clenching pussy.
He took her higher. Higher. Almost. Almost. Her legs shut on his hand again. Damn. She covered her eyes with both hands and groaned in frustration.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly. “You’ll get there.”
It was her own damn fault that she hadn’t gotten there already. Every time she got close, she shut him down. And it wasn’t a conscious decision on her part. It was just the way her body responded.
“Can I try that on your clit this time?” he asked.
She uncovered her eyes and looked down her belly at him. “Beware of bear-trap thighs on your head.”
He grinned, and her heart melted.
“I’ll risk it.”
How could he stand to be so patient with her?
He kissed her belly again, heightening her excitement, making her want more. After a moment, her legs relaxed, and he shifted downward, licking a ticklish path down her lower belly. When his mouth reached its goal, her back lifted off the floor, and her legs tightened around his upper arms, but she couldn’t close them. His body was in the way. He took his time with her. Gentle kisses, soft licks. He caressed her clit with his lips until her thighs relaxed, and then the fingers still inside her began to move—slowly at first, matching the maddening, pleasurable cadence of his lips and tongue, and then faster. Faster. Her excitement built. She lifted her head off the floor, arched her back to draw away from him—not understanding why she was trying to escape. She definitely didn’t want him to stop.
“Okay.” She panted. “Wait.”
His mouth latched on to her clit with a tight suction, and with one flick of his tongue all the tension in her body loosened on a rippling wave of release. She cried out—the sound half surprise, half triumph—as her climax shuddered through her and carried her up into the stratosphere. Steve didn’t let off her until every last aftershock of pleasure stilled in her utterly satiated body.
Now all she wanted to do was hold him against her, snuggle her face into his neck, and breathe him in. She’d done it! Well, technically Steve was responsible. She’d given up on ever being able to find release with a man.
Steve slipped his fingers from her body and kissed his way up the center of her body. When they were face-to-face, and his hips were settled between her thighs, he wove his fingers through the tangles of her hair and smiled.
“How was that?” he asked.
She smiled, her heart as happy and content as the rest of her body. “Amazing.”
“You weren’t faking, were you?”
She laughed. “No, I wouldn’t know how to fake that. Congratulations, you’re the first man to ever make me come.”
“Yes.” His hands clenched into fists of victory within her hair. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Because she’d love to offer him the same pleasure she’d just received at his expert mouth and fingers.
“Not this time,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her lips. She could smell her sex all over him, and memories of all the pleasure his mouth had delivered roused her excitement once more.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
Her eyes widened. Oh fuck, she’d jumped on him earlier without even thinking about protection. How could she have done something so rash?
No popped out of her mouth before she could reconsider. She took birth control, so pregnancy wasn’t a concern, but shouldn’t she be more worried about where his dick had been? But staring up into his eyes, she realized that nope, she didn’t care at all.
“I’m clean,” he whispered, searching her eyes.
She believed him. “Me too.”
He released her hair and shifted onto one hip, using his hand to guide himself inside her. Her mouth fell open in wonder as he filled her inch by inch. She wrapped her legs around his hips, tilting her pelvis to accept him deeper. He rocked into her, his thrusts slow and deep. All the while he stared into her eyes, stroking her hair with one hand and leaning in to steal sweet kisses whenever the constant eye contact got overwhelming. Roux had never felt so cherished, and even though something in the back of her mind kept trying to remind her that this
man was Steve Aimes, notorious womanizer and career asshole, her heart just couldn’t believe it. Not in this moment when he was making love to her as if she mattered to him more than anything.
“It’s safe to remove your seat belts now,” the pilot announced. “But we’ll be landing in about twenty minutes, so you don’t even have time for a quickie, Aimes.”
Roux snorted, having completely lost track of time and place.