Roni Loren - Need You Tonight

She slid her arms around his neck and gave herself over completely, opening to him and surrendering to the moment. When he laid her back onto the table and unfastened the top button of her blouse, she was too far gone to worry about anything. She didn’t care that they were out in the open and anyone could walk in. She didn’t care that they were outdoors and only protected from the view of people on the street by a row of potted trees. And she forgot to worry whether or not she was in over her head.

Van finally broke the kiss to drag in a breath and worked a few more buttons to get her shirt fully open. His gaze traced over her simple lace bra with ravenous heat. “We’re going to burn the almonds.”

“I don’t care,” she said, slipping her shirt off.

With one swift movement, he reached over and turned off the burner, then he was back over her, holding the bottle of olive oil above her. “Take off your bra, Contessa. I need to taste you.”

She did as she was told with fumbling fingers and tossed the scrap of fabric aside. As soon as she lay back against the table, the drizzle of oil hit her skin, sliding over her nipples and down her belly. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, the sensual feel of the liquid against her conjuring images of Van taking himself in his hand and marking her skin with his release.

His hands trailed up and over her ribs, bringing oil with it, then he cupped her breasts, sliding his fingers over slippery skin and making her arch with need. He pinched her nipple between lubricated fingers. The desperate sound she made bordered on embarrassing. “Van, please.”

He let out a soft curse. “Baby, I want to take my time with you. But God, I can feel how near the edge you are already, and it’s driving me to the brink. I’ll never make it through a meal.”

“That makes two of us.”

He groaned and bent over her, taking her nipple in his mouth. The combination of the warming oil and his talented tongue had her back bowing up. Lord, she’d forgotten how lovely foreplay could be. Doug had been all about the end game, convinced that because he was well-endowed, that’d be enough for any woman. But size only went so far and getting to orgasm had always taken work on her part, a concerted effort. But right now, she felt like one stroke between her thighs and she’d go off.

His hand went to the hem of her skirt, slipping beneath it and gliding along her thigh with well-oiled fingers. She reached for him, her hands acting on their own volition, and gripped his thick hair, holding him against her breast and silently begging him to move his hand higher up her thigh.

He slipped free from her grip and lifted his head. “Just lie back, baby, and put your hands above your head. I’ll take care of you.”

She did as she was told and followed him with her eyes as he grabbed her blouse and wrapped it around her wrists. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I want,” he said simply, as if that were explanation enough. “I have a bit of a thing for control. You okay with that?”

A ripple of apprehension went through her. “I’m not sure. What do you mean?”

His lips curved. “Ever done anything kinky before, Contessa?”

She thought back to the time she’d bought risqué lingerie and a set of handcuffs to surprise Doug. He’d wrinkled his nose in disgust and told her to throw that crap out. “No.”

“How come?” he asked as he traced his fingers along the delicate skin of her forearms.

God, why the questions? Couldn’t they just get to it? She didn’t want to rehash those embarrassing memories.

“Because it’s for girls who try too hard,” she blurted, remembering how ridiculous Doug had made her feel as she stood there in that corset and heels. If I wanted to sleep with a cheap whore, I’d hire one, Tessa. Take that shit off.

Van came back into view, his eyes meeting hers, amusement touching his lips. “Is that right? Well, I hope I can change your mind on that one because you look very, very sexy stretched out and bound. But if you’re not on board, I’ll release your hands.”

Somehow the sincerity in his voice and the heated look on his face had her guards falling away. She found herself wanting to comply, wanting to be sexy for him. “It’s okay. I’ll try it.”

“Thank you.”

He leaned over and took her mouth in a languorous kiss, dipping his tongue deep and giving her another preview of just how skilled he was with his mouth. A moan caught in the back of her throat, and her hips lifted off the table involuntarily as need built low and fast. Lord, could she come from a kiss? Her body was begging for that to be true. It had been so long. But even though no orgasm came, by the time he pulled back, she was sure her muscles had liquefied and her bones had disintegrated.

He nipped her bottom lip. “Move your hands from this spot, and I’ll stop what I’m doing. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, ready to agree to anything if it meant he was going to touch her again. “Yes.”

The pleasure that flickered over his features at her acquiescence was its own reward. He walked back to the end of the table and gathered her skirt up her thighs, revealing her pink cotton panties—panties that were now damp and clinging. He ran the tip of his finger down her crease, rubbing the wet cotton against her most needy parts.

Oh, God.

“Look how pretty and wet you are for me already.” He outlined her clit with his fingertip using enough pressure to make her arch but not enough to send her over. “Do you need to come, baby?”

She gasped as his finger moved inside her, still covered with the fabric of her panties. The slight abrasiveness of the cotton only ratcheted up her sensitivity further. “God, yes.”

He moved his finger with gentle undulations. “It’s too bad that olive oil is bad for condoms. Otherwise, I could get you off with a few simple strokes of my hand.”

She whimpered. God, how could he tease her like this? Couldn’t he see she was about to lose it? She went to reach for him, but as soon as she moved her bound arms, he stopped the stimulation. She let out a sound of frustration. “Van, please.”

“Put your hands back where they’re supposed to be and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

The calmly uttered command almost undid her. She should’ve been rankled by his bossiness. He didn’t know her or have the right to order her to do anything. But for some reason, she found herself complying and burning even hotter.

When the backs of her hands landed on the table, Van yanked her panties down and off. “Good girl. Spread your knees for me.”

Feeling a blush work its way up her body at the vulnerability of her position, she did as she was told. Her eyes fixed on the vine-covered pergola above them and the twinkle lights, and she tried to breathe. If she didn’t calm down, she would come as soon as his mouth touched her skin and she wanted to enjoy this.

“So fucking sexy, baby,” Van said gruffly as he looked down at her. “I’ll take this as an amuse-bouche any day of the week. The food can wait.”

He locked his arms under her knees and pulled her to the end of the table, then lowered himself between her thighs. He draped her legs over his shoulders, and Tessa went liquid. That sinful mouth was against her in the next moment, and her entire body contracted with pleasure. His slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her closer, opening her with his tongue and kissing her pussy with the same single-minded focus he’d had with their kiss.

She writhed in his hold, her eyes wanting to roll back in her head at the sheer decadence of his tongue. But he wasn’t letting her wriggle away. Whether she could handle it or not, she knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was for her to fall apart. This wasn’t a tentative warm up or prelude. It was an annihilation of her control. His slick hands kneaded her ass as he feasted on her, the rough handling stimulating hot spots she hadn’t even been aware were there. The whole combination was hurtling her toward oblivion without brakes.