Undercover in the CEO's Bed (9 page)

He angled her body into the corner of the bench, the better to run his hands over her body, all the while continuing his greedy kissing. He explored the contours of her dress, following the drift of the silk as it flowed over her breasts and stomach and down to her hips and legs.
Oh God, this is so good
...but maybe she should stop him—

She inhaled sharply as his fingers eddied around her breast. How could she stop him now?

He took his time, leisurely stroking the underside of her breast, teasing her while she shuddered. He swirled his fingers about the tip until her nipple grew hard, before his hand closed possessively around her, his rough palm grazing her sensitized peak until she was light-headed and almost panting.

She was helpless and burning with need. Desperate to touch him, she pushed open his jacket, fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, undid a couple, and slid her hand inside the soft material. His skin seared her as she caressed his sculpted pecs. She scraped her fingernails over him, relishing the crispness of his chest hairs. The air between them pulsated. Logic and restraint receded as it always did when Lex came near her.

When he tipped her head up to crush her mouth with his, she welcomed it. His boldness always excited her, released her. He freed her aching breast to run his hand over her hips and then under her dress. She arched into him, eager for more. Memories of the way he’d fondled her in the changing room of the boutique made her breathe harder. Lex was such an expert at the slow tease. Was he going to make her ask for it again? He gripped her thigh with surprising force, his handhold urgent. Fervent need swelled between her legs.

He wanted her, and God did she want him too.

“Lex...” She heard herself moaning. How hoarse and desperate she sounded. Desperate for him, for his hands to possess her, his hot skin sliding against hers, his body moving inside her in perfect unison. How had she ever imagined she could stay aloof from Lex? She didn’t care if this was a bad mistake. She didn’t care if there’d be regrets afterward. She didn’t care about anything except one thing.

He lifted his head a few inches. His pumping breath matched hers. In the darkness his eyes burned. His hand held her thigh as if he’d never let go.

“Jacinta...” he muttered, his breath fanning her cheeks. “I’m only flesh and blood. If you don’t want me to ravish you right here and now, you’d better do something. Fast.”

His searing gaze devoured her whole. She knew he wasn’t thinking straight either. They were both captive to the same overpowering need.

She pushed herself upright and stood. He blinked as she caught his hand and tugged him to his feet.

“Come on.” Excitement thickened her voice. “If we’re going to do some ravishing, that bed upstairs is way more comfortable than this old bench.”

In reply his eyes flared. His fingers crushed hers as he followed her into the house.

Chapter Nine

Hand in hand, they stole into the house like a couple of teenagers. Music spilled out of the library, but they tiptoed unnoticed up the staircase and slipped into their room away from the rest of the house. The excitement simmering in Jacinta’s veins came to a fast boil as Lex pushed her up against the shut door and pressed the full length of his body against hers.

“This is long overdue.” His voice condensed with urgency as his fingers danced through her hair, rousing every sense. “I’ve been wanting to do this since...forever.”

She stroked the side of his jaw, reveling in the prickle of his light stubble. “You know what they say. Anticipation is half the pleasure.”

“Anticipation be damned.”

His head dipped, and the moon-speckled room spun about as he kissed her voraciously. The vortex whirled around her, sucking away her breath as she clung even tighter to him. Her hands took on a life of their own and roamed feverishly over his back, his shoulders, his waist, his hips. As the breeze tickled the curtains and crickets chirped outside, he became something more to her, not just a man, but the phantom lover who had stalked her nights for so long and was now reality.

He continued to kiss her as he pulled off his dinner jacket. She broke off the kiss to push his shirt away from his shoulders. Gauzy light gilded the curve of his mouth, the cords in his neck, the bulk of his arms. His masculine beauty made her throat constrict, and she almost whimpered before lavishing kisses across his broad chest, her greedy fingers catching in the fine, dark hair swirling down toward his stomach.

“Jacy.” He cupped her face and made her look at him. “What is it about you? You’ve always known how to drive me crazy.”

Just as he had always been able to whip her into a frenzy. She’d tried to keep him at arm’s length, but it had been a losing battle, and maybe she’d known that from the moment he stepped back into her life. Now, all she knew was that she would die if she didn’t get complete skin-on-skin contact soon.

“Stop talking before I change my mind,” she panted, reaching for the zip of his trousers.

“I love your enthusiasm.” Grinning, he caught her hands before she could unzip him and bent them behind her back so that she arched her spine, bringing her breasts hard up against his chest. “But I like being in charge.”

Her breasts tingled against him, and then a wave of delicious heat rushed over her as he ran his tongue from her earlobe all the way down to the base of her neck where her pulse kicked like a bronco. Still imprisoning her hands behind her back, he pushed down one strap of her gown and then the other. Her chest rose and fell as he pulled the dress down to her waist before stopping to admire the view. Using a forefinger, he traced the outline of her collarbone, her waist, and her breasts encased in their lacy strapless bra.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his face dark with passion, before he unclipped her bra and feasted his eyes on her full, naked breasts.

The look on his face made the blood pound in her thighs. She could never get enough of that ravenous lust blazing in his eyes, the fervor in his hands lifting and caressing her breasts. Her hands were free now to sweep across his bare chest and arms, recalling every muscle, every bone, every inch of skin, delighting in the renewed memories.

He gripped her dress and shucked it off her hips. A moment later his fingers coiled into the lace of her panties. She heard a ripping sound, and suddenly the panties were gone and she was naked except for her red high-heels.

She must have gasped, because he muttered in her ear, “Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“I can’t either.”

Reaching for his trousers, she unzipped him. He got rid of the pants, underwear, shoes, and socks with lightning speed. Suddenly he was standing inches away from her in all his naked glory, and she had trouble breathing. His body was perfectly proportioned, exquisitely muscled, blessed with grace and confidence. When her gaze fixed on his erection, she almost sputtered in awe. How could she have forgotten how well-endowed he was? She hadn’t forgotten; she’d pushed the memories away to protect herself. But now it was right in front of her, hard and thick. Her mouth watered, her fingers twitched. She gulped and wiped the back of her hand across her lips, sure she was drooling like an idiot.

“Um, you really ought to have a ‘danger’ sign on that,” she blurted out.

“Or ‘handle with care’?” He grinned. At his words, her hand involuntarily reached toward him, but he was quicker and trapped her by the wrist. “No, sweetheart. I want you to stand there nice and quiet first.”

She should have known Lex would always want the upper hand. He was so alpha in everything he did that naturally in the bedroom he liked to be in charge. And she had to admit here his bossiness was a huge turn-on for her.

So she made herself stand motionless, her heart rate kicking up in anticipation. A few times he trailed his fingers over her for a brief moment—across her shoulders, over her hip, down her spine—and each time pleasure jolted through her only to be cut short. Finally, he stopped behind her and lifted up her hair so he could nuzzle her earlobe and then the side of her throat. Delight trembled through her, and the tremble grew stronger as he pressed the length of his naked body up against hers. His heat washed over her skin and then scrambled her brain as he grasped her by the hips to press the length of his erection into the crevice of her ass, burning flesh against burning flesh.
Oh my God, it’s even bigger now
.
Is that even possible?

She was still hyperventilating when he began licking her. His tongue wandered over her shoulders, down her back, then over her buttocks. She bit off a squeal when his teeth nipped at her flesh. He continued licking the back of her thighs. When he reached the back of her knees, she almost keeled over. Who would have thought that was such an erogenous area? The feel of his tongue whisking against that soft, vulnerable part sent her half crazy, and she would have buckled at the knees if he hadn’t braced her.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, too far gone to care about blurting out her feelings.

“Something nice, I hope.” His tongue trailed up the inside of her thigh.

Oh, he has no idea
. She didn’t know if she could stand this amount of teasing for much longer. She was drenched with need, more than ready for him, and he hadn’t even gotten around to her front.

“It’s very nice,” she breathed, her hands opening and closing in mounting frustration. “But I’m ready for something naughty.”

He let out a laugh thick with arousal. Holding her by the shoulders, he moved her forward until she was standing in front of the dresser, the mirror reflecting her with him standing behind her.

“I want to see you come.” He murmured into her hair. “I’m going to finish what we started in that changing room, and you’re not allowed to move.”

She stared, transfixed, as he drifted his hands over the front of her body, touching, teasing, flirting. Her nipples were erect, and she desperately wanted his rough grip on them, but he tormented her by playing with them for only a brief second before meandering away. She clenched her teeth in frustrated excitement. God, she wanted to grab his hand and show him what she needed, but she schooled herself to remain still. Lex knew exactly what she wanted, knew that drawing out her need would heighten the pleasure. He trailed his fingers around her belly, tracing the contours of her body down to the V of her legs where he toyed with her dark curls. She shifted her legs restlessly, waiting, waiting...

Eventually he gave her what she wanted and slid his whole hand between her legs, cupping her completely, the heel of his palm pressing against her mound. A sigh shivered on her lips. She spread her thighs wider to straddle his hand, sucking in a breath as he slid two thick fingers deep into her, her wetness welcoming him. Magic, magic... Her head was abuzz.

She shut her eyes, her head lolling back as he stroked her with the slow, even tempo that always drove her wild. He began to use his thumb to brush her clit with each downstroke, and she felt herself swelling and soaring, a moan gathering in the base of her throat as he pushed her higher and higher toward that peak. At the same time, he pressed himself up against her back, grinding himself slowly against her in time with each delve of his fingers.

“Look, Jacy,” he breathed in her ear, his husky voice caressing her as surely as his hands. “Open your eyes and see how wicked you are.”

As her eyes flickered open, she caught sight of her body in the mirror, flushed and ripe in his hands, and her face, completely wanton with the thrill that only Lex could give her. No one,
no one
could do this to her but him. She barely had time to register this before he wrapped his free hand around her breast and crushed her nipple with the perfect degree of roughness. She stifled a cry, spinning higher. Her flesh tightened around his fingers, and then she was cresting as wave after wave of sensation shuddered through her.

Seconds later, she looked up to find herself cradled in Lex’s arms, her body limp with saturated pleasure. She gazed up at him through bleary eyes.

He slicked her hair away from her eyes. “Did you enjoy that, honey?”

She nodded, incapable of speech. Through her haze, she was aware of his erection butting against her. It was harder, longer, and hotter than ever. The thought of that sent a rush of fresh heat through her. Oh wow, how did he do that to her? Still in the throes of post-orgasmic happiness, and she was already thinking about the next one. Well, it wasn’t like he’d had his orgasm yet.

As if he could read her mind, he tipped up her chin and started kissing her again. She didn’t have to stand still anymore, did she? Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him back, suddenly as hungry for him as if the last fifteen minutes hadn’t happened. She kissed him as greedily as he did, pushing her tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him. With a caveman grunt, he pulled her against his chest.

She coasted her hands over his hand, aroused by his muscled physique. He could make a grown woman cry over those manly shoulders and biceps of his. It had been too long since she’d been able to explore them, drool over them. Leaving his mouth, she feathered kisses over his chest and scraped her fingers over his dark nipples, loving the way his chest heaved and the guttural noises he was making. She made to bend down, wanting to drizzle her kisses down the length of his torso until she got to that straining erection of his, but he caught her by the elbows and held her fast.

“No.” His eyes glittered in the dimness. He was in charge, and he wasn’t going to let her forget that.

He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her, swinging her legs around his hips. Shuffling forward, he lowered her onto the dresser. He spread her legs apart as he ran his hands feverishly over her breasts, playing with her nipples that had already hardened again. His mouth claimed hers, hungry and demanding, while his fingers caressed her upper thighs, kneading her flesh. The air caught in her throat when he slid his fingers higher and found her already wet and pulsing from his previous attention. He played with her for a while, fondling her in an unhurried way that belied the hot erection that lay against her thigh. She didn’t know how he could maintain so much control. She couldn’t. She arched her back and opened her legs wider, inviting him to bury himself in her.

And still he continued to pet her and torture her, his fingers circling lazily around her entrance. Just as she was about to scream out in frustration, suddenly he was ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth. A second later he’d sheathed himself, and before she could draw another breath he gripped her hips and thrust into her, pushing deep into her slick folds until his scorching, hard flesh seemed to fill her to her throat.

The glorious, overwhelming sensation made her sink her teeth into his shoulder, the taste of his sweat arousing her even more. She groaned, clasping her legs around his hips to get every inch of him. The bottles on the dresser rattled. The smooth wood struck cool beneath her thighs. When he started to move inside her, she was so primed, she almost came in the first few seconds, but then he paused deliberately, causing her to whimper in frustration. He began to torment her, rocking slowly in and out of her.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, she moved her hips to urge him on. He sucked in a breath and upped his tempo. It wasn’t enough; she wanted him as wild as she was. She reached up for him and plastered her mouth against his, at the same time guiding his hand to her breast. His breathing was ragged against her lips as his fingers tightened around her nipple. The moment when he relinquished control and drove into her stole her breath.

The dresser rocked, bottles clattered and rolled off. At last he was hers, giving her everything, showing his need, his hunger. How she loved the way he lost control, thrusting into her, breath ragged against her neck, fingers digging into her hips. There would be bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care; she even looked forward to the physical evidence of his need. Bucking her hips against him, she locked her legs around him as they rode together to a blistering orgasm, Lex uttering a growl when he exploded inside her.

Afterward, there was that drawn-out moment where the whole world was loose and perfect. Limp with bliss, she rested her head against his shoulder, her slick, spent body sticking to his. Slowly he eased himself out of her, then swung her into his arms and carried her over to the bed.

As he laid her down and stretched out next to her, she hoped against hope he’d take her into his arms. She’d always loved cuddling up to him after sex, needing his gentle caresses as she came down from her high, but this time Lex remained motionless on his back, not touching her. She battened down her faint disappointment. She didn’t need his hugs. But her senses felt raw, and she couldn’t settle. She hadn’t expected the sex to be this intense. Lex had always been able to turn her into a quivering jelly of lust, but this time there’d been an extra edge to her appetite. Desperation, perhaps? The uneasy knowledge that she would lose him again soon? She twisted her neck to peek at Lex, only to find him lying on his side gazing intently at her.