Running Wild

He opened the bottle deftly, poured out two glasses and handed her one. "Here's to Sunday afternoons in the countryside."

"Here's to it, whatever it may entail." She gave him a teasing glance.

He lowered his eyelids, smiling. "You know the sort of thing, nature walks, plenty of fresh air and exercise…rounded up with a good meal at a country pub."

"That sounds wonderful."

The champagne mellowed her. She watched the changing scene out of the window, still wondering what lay ahead. After a while she noticed he had moved closer, then he took her glass and put it down, resting one arm around her shoulders. With the other hand, he traced his fingers from her shoulder to elbow and then to wrist. There, he turned her hand over, exposing the soft inside of her wrist. He stroked the spot, and lifted her hand in his, resting a kiss on her pulse. Her skin tingled with awareness.

He met her gaze. "I find it very hard to resist you, now that I've got you away from the office."

Why did that feel like bait in a trap? A naughty devil prodded her, a devil that responded to the glint in Tomas' eyes. She wanted the bait; she wanted to be in his trap. "You have my permission to stop resisting."

He paused only long enough to look deep into her eyes and then he closed in on her. As he kissed her, his lips were firm against hers opening her up to him swiftly as he moved over her mouth with his, exploring her. She both tensed and melted inside, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she returned the kiss, her lips parting. He cupped his hand around the back of her head, holding her as his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. That bold, determined intrusion raced through her like wildfire. Eagerly, she tasted him, breathing him in and savoring the scrape of his stubble on her skin as he moved against her. Tension ratcheted up when he clicked her seatbelt open, then moved his hand under the hem of her dress and grasped her around her thigh. When he drew back he looked down at her legs and lifted the sheer fabric of her dress, sliding it over her knee, pushing it up the length of her thigh. "You remind me of a woodland creature, and that appeals to me immensely."

"A woodland creature?" She'd begun to think he deserved his nickname. There was that smile again. Dangerous, and somehow secretive. He had plans; she could see it in his eyes.

"Oh yes. Like a young deer. Soft, supple, and lissome. You're driven by instinct, in tune with your surroundings." He put his hand over the triangle of lace at her groin, cupping her mons through it. "Both rare and beautiful."

When he squeezed the cushion of her mons, the pulse in her clit danced wildly. Her head dropped back against the seat. The urge to pump and grind in his hand barely in check. She tried to stay still, but her hips were moving of their own accord, slowly gyrating against the hard pressure afforded by his cupped palm.

He observed her with a half smile, quite obviously pleased by her response. "How long have you wanted to do this?" he asked.

Alexa rolled her eyes. "Jesus, you can be a cruel man." A breathless laugh escaped her as she said it.

"I don't mean to be." He smiled, and pressed one finger into the groove of her pussy. The fabric of her knickers rubbed brusquely over her swollen clit, releasing some of her tension. It built up again, ever higher. "How long?" he repeated.

"A long time." She moved, pressed against his hand. She couldn't help it.

"How long?" He lessened the pressure he was applying to her clit through her underwear.

She groaned aloud and then laughed in disbelief, her head sinking back against the car seat. "Since the beginning, since the first time I met you. Happy now?"

"Very." He shifted his hand, moved it inside her knickers and began working one finger into the groove of her pussy. She could see how much he liked that. And she had wanted him from the beginning. Isn't that what he'd said, too, back in his office? He'd said he noticed her from the beginning.

He moved his fingers back and forth over her clit and then slid lower, and deeper, where she was sticky and wet. "Oh yes, you're ready for this."

"More than ready." She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything.

He pushed two fingers inside her, opening her up, moving them against the front wall of her sex. Too good. Her back arched and her arms stiffened, her hands grasping at him. When he pulled out his fingers and licked them, slowly, his eyes closing in appreciation, her breath caught in her throat. Seeing him do that made her tremble.

"Tomas, you're driving me insane!"

"We wouldn't want that." He eased her knickers off, working them under her bottom and down her thighs, pushing apart her legs. When he resumed his position and started to explore her damp folds again, she almost passed out with pleasure. Sprawling, head back, dress bunched around her waist, she was in heaven. Alexa was desperate with need and had forgotten everything, the presence of the chauffeur, their working relationship. None of it mattered now. All that mattered was she had to have this man, this man driving her close to madness.

Tomas teased her clit until she wriggled madly in the seat. His fingers were handling her expertly, tweaking and nudging her clit closer to orgasm and then riding in and out of her, increasing her pleasure. She shifted restlessly, some of her hair pulling free of its band, her breathing audible. When she looked away, he removed his hand until she looked back at him, keeping her focused on him and his response to her. Glancing down, she could see the bulge in his combat trousers. It was there in his eyes, too, a very real tug between them, a tug of reciprocated longing. Was he just going to toy with her? Didn't he want to fuck her? Alexa shifted, her hands clutching at him, her leg moving across his lap, inviting him in.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

"All in good time," he replied, and then rested his thumb over her clit, two fingers inside her stroking the sleek walls of her sex. Her core melted, her body clamping onto the hard intrusion as she hit her peak and came. She heard herself cry out, and with her hands around his neck holding him closer as she ground against his hand, desperate for it to last and yet desperate for it to be over, too.

Only when she slumped back in the seat, awash with pleasure, did Alexa realize the car was no longer moving. Glancing o

ut of the window, she pulled up her knickers and eased her dress into position. They were in the countryside. The car had been parked up on a grassy bank and woods lay on either side.

Tomas smiled and lifted their glasses from the holders, offering her another sip of champagne. She took a swallow, looking at him over the edge of the glass. Oh, how she wanted him. She wanted to taste him, swallow him, have him take her hard and fast. She was so distracted, it wasn't until her door clicked open that she realized the chauffeur had left the vehicle, without her even noticing. He'd opened her door and now stood by to help her out. Had he been watching them during the journey? He gave no clue.

"The forest awaits." Tomas drained his glass, set it down and then gestured at the wooded landscape beyond before opening his own door and climbing out.