“Your breasts are perfect,” he murmured, sliding his lips over their upper curves.
His words sent desire lancing straight to her core. She sank her fingers into his thick curly hair, her throat aching as she held back a cry of protest when his lips glided away from her aching breasts and returned to her shoulder.
With her free hand she slipped the other strap off her shoulder and bared both breasts. “I need your mouth on me. Please, Harrison.”
Instead of doing as she’d asked, he leaned back and regarded her expression. Hunger darkened his eyes, strengthening London’s desire and bolstering her confidence.
It wasn’t as if she was an innocent. She’d known passion, had given herself over to lust and fast, desperate sex.
But what she felt for Harrison wasn’t just physical. She genuinely liked him. Appreciated his wry sense of humor, his ability to read her moods and even his fondness for pushing past her boundaries. Deep in her soul she recognized they’d be good together. Better than good. Fantastic.
She and Linc had been together for three years, and with all the time they’d spent apart, she had rarely pictured them making love and grown so horny that she ached for release. Yet almost from the start Harrison had awakened unstoppable cravings. Cravings that on one occasion, all alone in her bed late at night, had compelled her to take matters into her own hands or go half mad.
“Are you wet for me?” He crooned the words, driving her hunger even higher.
“Yes.” She gasped the word as his fingers moved between her thighs and grazed across the narrow panel of her thong, sending pleasure lancing through her. She rocked her pelvis in search of more.
“So you are,” he purred, stroking her again. “Can you get even wetter?”
“Keep that up—” Her voice broke as he applied light pressure to the knot of nerves between her thighs. A blissful shudder left her panting. “And see.”
He gave a husky little laugh.
“What if I bury my face between your thighs and taste you?”
Her legs had been on the verge of giving out before his offer. Now yearning battered her, making her achy and needy. But mostly it made her impatient.
“Harrison,” she blurted out.
Every part of her was shaking. Her knees were threatening to buckle. But instinctively she knew he’d take care of her. She wouldn’t crumple to the ground. He’d be there to lift her and carry her into pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.
“Yes, London?”
His clever fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties and stroked her so perfectly
she thought she might die from it. She clenched her eyes shut and struggled to draw enough breath into her lungs to tell him what she wanted.
“I don’t want our first time to be here,” she said, though she was on the verge of not caring that she’d spent hours setting the stage for a perfect evening. “Take me,” she gasped with what air his skillful touch hadn’t stolen from her, “to the bedroom.”
* * *
Harrison didn’t care where their first time was as long as she was happy.
Without a word, he bent down and lifted her into his arms. She gave up a joyous laugh as she roped her arms around his neck and dropped soft kisses along his jawline while directing him down a hallway.
Her bedroom was like the rest of the condo. Cool and refined with a few decadent touches like a fuzzy throw rug, a vase of pink roses on the dresser to scent the air and a dozen flickering candles casting wavering light over the gray walls.
She’d planned this, he realized. Invited him for dinner with the purpose of sleeping with him. What a woman.
He set her on her feet inside the door and pulled her into his arms for a long, sexy kiss. Electricity jolted through him as she drove her tongue into his mouth and let him taste her desire. Rich and vibrant, the kiss promised fantasies he hadn’t yet dreamed up.
Tonight was about finding out more about London. And something told him she was going to surprise him.
“I’m obsessed with your mouth,” she said when he broke off the kiss and set his forehead against hers. Trembling fingers skimmed over his lips. “I can’t stop thinking about all the places I want you to kiss me.”
He answered her with a smile, letting his eyes speak for him. Gaze locked on his lips, she sighed.
“I’ve tried to fight this,” she continued. “Tried to remain sensible, but just hearing your voice gets me hot.”