too
late that he was a screamer…and that she hadn’t locked the door. Other than that?
She didn’t want to think about how long it had been since she’d had sex with someone
she wanted as much as she wanted Stephen.
Last Christmas.
She’d like to forget everything else and just enjoy what he was doing to her, but
their mission was why she was here. He’d asked for her help. She had to remember that.
Even when he was touching her like this.
“One more dating question,” she groaned. “Is there anyone I would be jealous of as
your lover? Someone I should know about if her name is mentioned to test me?”
Stephen added a second finger to the first and she cried out in surprise at the stretch.
“Senator Lark has been pushing his daughter Veronica in my direction.” He spoke softly,
his voice deep and husky with need as he focused on exploring her. “Those two have
been showing up for photo ops everywhere I go and giving coy hints about a secret
romance in interviews. God, you feel like hot silk on my fingers. Squeeze them again.”
Tasha pressed her forehead into the couch cushions. “We shouldn’t do this here. Brady
should be back soon and we need to plan our—Stephen!”
He moved out from under her and got to his feet. When she looked up she could see
his erection tenting his khaki pants. “I thought this was the plan. You’re supposed to be mine now, aren’t you? Someone I can have whenever
I want.”
Despite his words, he grabbed her purse and then her wrist, pulling her roughly to
her feet. “We’ll finish this where we won’t be disturbed.”
Chapter Five
His fingers were bruising and his pace was so swift she practically had to jog to
keep up as they climbed the stairs. She wanted to smile at his impatience but she
was too turned on to do more than struggle to keep up.
He tugged her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him, stalking her until
she felt the back of the bed against her thighs.
Reaching out, Stephen closed both his fists around the fabric of her old, stretched-out
top. She narrowed her eyes in warning. “Stephen…”
His jaw clenched and she could see the muscles in his forearms bulge as he yanked
on the jersey. The sound of rending fabric muted her aroused gasp. He’d done it. He’d
actually ripped her shirt.
She looked down to see the fabric opened to her navel, her breasts bare to his gaze.
“I can’t believe you did that. I loved that jersey.”
“You put the idea into my head.” He pushed the shirt easily off her shoulders and
it fell at her feet. “I think you’re right about my style, Natasha. I’m feeling a
few primal urges right now.”
Hot palms and long, strong fingers covered her full breasts as his mouth took hers
in a carnal attack that left her weak. Her lips parted and her back arched instinctively
toward his touch.
Finally.
“I’ve been dying to get these in my hands all night. I have dreams about your breasts,
Natasha,” he moaned when he came up for air. “Holding them. Burying my face between
them.”
He lifted their weight and watched them bounce in his grip, massaging them and staring
at them as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen. He pushed them
together, then pinched her nipples lightly between his fingers.
Tasha covered his hands with hers and met his gaze. “Harder, Stephen. I can take a
lot more than you think.”
His thick lashes obscured his reaction, but his fingers tightened until she cried
out and her legs wobbled. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stepped closer, unwilling
to release her.
“Like that? Is that hard enough?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He plucked and twisted and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling her body respond.
She loved it. Even more because it was Stephen.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? You’re trembling.”
Tasha focused on forming words. “Because I can feel it
late that he was a screamer…and that she hadn’t locked the door. Other than that?
She didn’t want to think about how long it had been since she’d had sex with someone
she wanted as much as she wanted Stephen.
Last Christmas.
She’d like to forget everything else and just enjoy what he was doing to her, but
their mission was why she was here. He’d asked for her help. She had to remember that.
Even when he was touching her like this.
“One more dating question,” she groaned. “Is there anyone I would be jealous of as
your lover? Someone I should know about if her name is mentioned to test me?”
Stephen added a second finger to the first and she cried out in surprise at the stretch.
“Senator Lark has been pushing his daughter Veronica in my direction.” He spoke softly,
his voice deep and husky with need as he focused on exploring her. “Those two have
been showing up for photo ops everywhere I go and giving coy hints about a secret
romance in interviews. God, you feel like hot silk on my fingers. Squeeze them again.”
Tasha pressed her forehead into the couch cushions. “We shouldn’t do this here. Brady
should be back soon and we need to plan our—Stephen!”
He moved out from under her and got to his feet. When she looked up she could see
his erection tenting his khaki pants. “I thought this was the plan. You’re supposed to be mine now, aren’t you? Someone I can have whenever
I want.”
Despite his words, he grabbed her purse and then her wrist, pulling her roughly to
her feet. “We’ll finish this where we won’t be disturbed.”
Chapter Five
His fingers were bruising and his pace was so swift she practically had to jog to
keep up as they climbed the stairs. She wanted to smile at his impatience but she
was too turned on to do more than struggle to keep up.
He tugged her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him, stalking her until
she felt the back of the bed against her thighs.
Reaching out, Stephen closed both his fists around the fabric of her old, stretched-out
top. She narrowed her eyes in warning. “Stephen…”
His jaw clenched and she could see the muscles in his forearms bulge as he yanked
on the jersey. The sound of rending fabric muted her aroused gasp. He’d done it. He’d
actually ripped her shirt.
She looked down to see the fabric opened to her navel, her breasts bare to his gaze.
“I can’t believe you did that. I loved that jersey.”
“You put the idea into my head.” He pushed the shirt easily off her shoulders and
it fell at her feet. “I think you’re right about my style, Natasha. I’m feeling a
few primal urges right now.”
Hot palms and long, strong fingers covered her full breasts as his mouth took hers
in a carnal attack that left her weak. Her lips parted and her back arched instinctively
toward his touch.
Finally.
“I’ve been dying to get these in my hands all night. I have dreams about your breasts,
Natasha,” he moaned when he came up for air. “Holding them. Burying my face between
them.”
He lifted their weight and watched them bounce in his grip, massaging them and staring
at them as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen. He pushed them
together, then pinched her nipples lightly between his fingers.
Tasha covered his hands with hers and met his gaze. “Harder, Stephen. I can take a
lot more than you think.”
His thick lashes obscured his reaction, but his fingers tightened until she cried
out and her legs wobbled. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stepped closer, unwilling
to release her.
“Like that? Is that hard enough?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He plucked and twisted and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling her body respond.
She loved it. Even more because it was Stephen.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? You’re trembling.”
Tasha focused on forming words. “Because I can feel it
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