Мишель Роуэн - Hot Spell

That truthful answer was a surprise. Even more of a surprise when she placed her hands flat against his chest. Her full, red lips were slightly parted and there was no mistaking the expression of desire on her face.

He ran his hands down the sides of her waist and hips before he raised his gaze to hers again.

“Do you want me to make love to you right now? Right here?”

“Yes.”

“We’re alone right now, but anyone could walk back here at any moment.”

“I don’t care.” She touched his face, his cheekbones, forehead, jawline, his lips. The heat from her fingers seared into him.

“Say it out loud,” he breathed. “Just so we don’t have any misunderstandings.”

“Make love to me, Jacob. Right here. Right now.”

His mouth met hers again and he kissed her long and slow and it grew deeper and harder. His hard cock strained painfully against the front of his jeans.

This wasn’t normal, this way he burned for her. It wasn’t average, the way his body ached for her. It was magical. He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever known before and the thought actually scared him with its intensity.

She could hear the truth of his thoughts, he saw it in her eyes.

“I want you,” she managed. “So much.”

She made a small sound of protest when he pulled away from her touch.

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.

“Nothing,” he said. “Everything. Damn, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what’s right, what’s wrong. What’s real and what’s not. And I don’t really care.”

He took her hand and led her over to his car, kissing her deeply as his hands moved up her warm silky thighs under her dress. She gasped against his lips as he brushed his fingers against her panties. He couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re already wet for me,” he observed.

She just nodded.

He glanced around to ensure they were still alone, then made short work of the panties, pulling the lacy bit of fabric down her long, lean legs. She pressed up against the hood of his car. He didn’t normally like it when anybody touched the machine, let alone sat on it, but he was willing to make a very big exception for Amanda.

He pushed up the gauzy material of her dress to bare her smooth legs. She didn’t protest at all as his hands moved up her thighs, followed by his mouth as he left a trail of kisses on her creamy flesh. He pushed the dress up high enough to expose her glistening sex to the night air and silver moonlight.

“Damn,” he said, overwhelmed by the feel of her, the scent of her, and when he swept his tongue over her hot sweet core and she bucked against him, the desire only grew. She was soft and wet and tasted like dark honey. He moved his tongue over her again, feeling her hands clutching at his shoulders and upper back.

She began making a low keening sound deep in her throat that only served to make him go slower, tasting her deeply, before sliding his tongue along her inner lips and circling her clit. His hands kneaded her thighs, pressing them wider apart, before he moved his right hand to her wet cleft, slowly sliding two fingers inside her while he continued to stroke his tongue over that delicious pink bud.

“Jacob!” she gasped, and then let out a harsh cry as he felt a shudder ripple through her entire body.

He wanted more. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough. But she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him, openmouthed, wet and deep.

“I guess I can’t pretend that I don’t want you anymore,” she whispered. “The proof is in the mind-shattering orgasm.”

“You can pretend,” he replied hoarsely. “But I might not believe you.”

She kissed his mouth and chin and down his throat, working her hands up under his shirt. He was so hard it was painful, and when she unzipped his pants and pulled him free, he nearly came as she slid her tongue over the head of his shaft.

He swore loudly and he saw her smile at that.

“Not just dreaming now, are we?” she asked.

He shook his head, feeling the sweat breaking out on his forehead. He tried to control himself as she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking him in slow, even strokes from the base to tip. She held him firmly in one hand while the other caressed his balls. When she ran her tongue over them each in turn he almost exploded.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned.

“Are you saying that you like this?” She grinned and looked up at him.

She was killing him, and she was finding it funny. That sounded like Amanda. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let the pleasure she was giving him wash over him. He’d had no idea how talented that little mouth of hers was. He’d had a brief preview in their shared dream, but that hadn’t come close to preparing him for the real thing.

Since he didn’t want to finish this way, although it was definitely a great way to begin, he leaned over and coaxed her up to her feet.

“Problem?” she asked. Her face was flushed but her eyes sparkled with life. She knew what she did to him. Obviously the ability to read his mind while she had him in her mouth was a definite advantage for her.

“No problem,” he breathed, and kissed her again. He’d never been so hard in his life.

He moved her so that she was facing away from him and toward the trunk of his car, and then pressed a hand against her back. She leaned forward without protest. He pulled her skirt up over her hips.

“Jacob—” She looked over her shoulder at him. Her voice was breathy with need. “Please. I need you inside of me.”

He was all thumbs as he fumbled for a small foil packet from his wallet, ripped it open and rolled the condom on. Then he positioned himself against her and heard her moan in pleasure as he slowly sheathed himself inside her.

He was sure she wouldn’t be getting a very good reading on his thoughts at the moment because he currently was incapable of any coherent thought. She felt better than anything. Anyone. He honestly didn’t think that he could ever grow weary of how she made him feel.

He brought her up so that her back pressed against his chest, and he slid his hands down the front of her dress, pleased that she was braless so he could take her full breasts in his hands as he thrust into her heat, in and out, in and out.

He swore again, trying to hold back his climax for as long as he could. “Amanda,” he groaned. “You feel so good, I can’t take it.”

“Yes,” she gasped in reply. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

But he couldn’t hold back for much longer. After only a couple of more ecstasy-streaked minutes he reached the end of his restraint and felt the dark waves of pleasure roll through him like a runaway train. He let out a hoarse cry as he came and collapsed against her, still touching her, still needing to be close to her.

Her mouth found his and she kissed him for a full minute before pulling away a little. She nibbled at her bottom lip and actually managed to look bashful.

“What’s with the innocent act?” he asked, with a weary smile.

She shook her head and kissed him again. “I…I never would have done anything like that right here, right next to O ’Grady’s…but, I couldn’t stop myself. It’s always so intense with you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She smiled a little. “Especially when I give in to it instead of trying to resist the magic.” She touched his face, and slid her thumb over his bottom lip. Her gaze was soft. “I think I’m definitely going to miss that.”

Her lips brushed against his again and he already felt the stirrings of another erection, but he pushed those sensations away for the moment. “What do you mean you’re going to miss that?”