In Too Deep (Man of the Month 10)

With slow motions, she freed his cock from his boxers, then moved her still-clothed sex over his shaft, now hard and throbbing against his pelvis. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned. "I should be the one driving you crazy," he whispered.

"I'll hold you to that," she said. "Meanwhile, ladies first."

She bent forward, then kissed his lips. A soft buss before she started to slide down his body, her hips gyrating as her breasts rubbed against his T-shirt and her mouth sucked on his nipple through his shirt.

"Let me take it off."

"Hell no," she said. "But I'll take the rest of mine off." She rose on to her knees, and in what looked to be a truly acrobatic maneuver, managed to extricate herself from her sleep shorts without getting off of him or falling backwards. And when he saw that she wore no underwear, he sucked in a tight breath of air, all the more deep because she was so completely waxed that he could see ever sensual inch of her.

"Okay?" she asked, stroking her pussy over his rock-hard cock.

"Okay is an understatement." He had no idea how he was managing words.

She bent forward, a wicked grin on her lips. Then she moved her hips back and forth, sliding her slick heat all along his shaft until he had no choice but to arch his head back, close his eyes, and try his damnedest not to come.

That was a battle he was going to lose, but damned if he didn't want to be inside her. "Baby, have you got a condom? I didn't bring one." And wasn't he kicking himself for that. Sometimes it sucked trying to be a gentleman.

"I think I've got one in my purse. Maybe. I don't know."

She crawled off him, and he heard her dump the entire contents of her purse on the floor. Then he smiled at her squeal of triumph. "One," she said, then climbed back on the bed. "Make it worth it."

"I think I can promise you that," he said, thrilled by her delighted shriek when he took her by the shoulders, flipped her over, and straddled her.

Chapter Eight

"I want you undressed, too," Hannah begged. As decadent as it was to be naked while he still wore a shirt and boxers, she craved the feel of his skin against hers.

"Soon," he promised, then bent over her to capture her mouth with a kiss. She had no idea what he'd done with the condom she gave him, but she knew for certain that if he lost it she was going to be one very unhappy woman.

Then again, the way that he was sucking on her nipple while his fingers pinched its twin suggested that he knew a variety of ways to satisfy a woman. And oh, dear Lord, he was doing an amazing job at the moment. Just the sensation of teeth and suction, and she was pretty sure she'd come from this touch alone.

"Please," she murmured. "Don't stop."

He didn't, but he did slide his hand down between her legs, and in time with each long suckle of her breast, he thrust two fingers deep inside her, the rhythm driving her crazy until she was bucking against his hand, desperate for release, her mind too cloudy with passion to even beg for more.

"Christ, you're beautiful. Your skin flushed. Your body tight. That's it, baby. Come on." His thumb pressed against her clit and she arched up, coming so close to an orgasm that she whimpered in frustration.

He took pity on her and rolled them over once again, this time pulling off his shirt and nodding for her to tug off his boxers, which she did as quickly as she could. His cock sprang free, hard and ridged and beautiful, and she started to mount him, forgetting about the condom. He stopped her, sheathing himself, and then she lowered herself onto him, going slow to accommodate his girth, and then faster as her body molded to his.

She took his hand, putting his thumb back against her clit, then arched back, riding him hard, as one hand teased her clit and the other cupped her breast, the pressure on her nipple tightening as the orgasm came closer and closer, until finally his thumb flicked over her clit just so and everything shattered.

Her core throbbed, her muscles milking his cock as he exploded inside her, and when he released her nipple and the blood flooded back, she had a second rush of pleasure cut through her almost as intense as the first.

"That was insane," she murmured, collapsing on top of him, then lifting her head long enough to kiss him.

"You're amazing," he said. "And as soon as I catch my breath, I'm going to roll you over, put my mouth between your legs, and make you come again."

She sighed with pleasure, her body shivering with anticipation. "I can live with that," she said, and his chuckle rumbled through her. "Except..."

She trailed off, then lifted herself onto one elbow.

"What?"

"It's just that--"

"I know," he said. "Only tonight. Method acting."

She exhaled. "I like you. Obviously. But I'm trying to build a business. I don't have time for a relationship. Or really even for hook-ups. There's too much mental energy, you know?"