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material.”
“You’re cold.” He took a step closer, searching for what she was really asking for as the elevator climbed. “In the limo earlier, I watched you melt. Every bit of you was hot and wet, and wanting more.”
“Definitely not asshole.” She sighed. “That was more like a hot psychologist a patient would want to fuck.”
Bingo. She was looking for just that. A fuck and nothing more. She was pushing for a jerk, and he had to play it out.
“Fine.” He pinned her up against the wall. “I’m here because I want to feel your pussy surround me. I want to feel that heat on my cock. I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. And I think that’s what you want too. If that’s all you’re willing to give me, I’ll take it. Fuck it. When in New York…do as Yorkers do. ”
Then he kissed her, hard. He had to. There was no telling what would come out of her mouth next, and he got the feeling she didn’t want to talk anyway. As a matter of fact, he felt a bit manipulated. But with her body pressed close so he could feel every curve he’d been itching to touch, and her shaky breaths telling him she was as turned on as he was, he needed to let it go for now.
She broke away from the kiss. “If you weren’t saying all the things I want to hear, and I didn’t want you so bad right now, that might have passed for borderline asshole.”
He laughed as the elevator stopped. “I’ll tell you whatever you want as long as you leave those boots on.”
“What is it with you and these boots?”
He slapped her bottom, making sure not to hurt her but add just a twinge of discomfort. “They make me want to bend you over the next available surface and ride you until you scream.”
“Oh.”
Cash groaned. He was going to make an ass out of himself before the night was out. “The way your mouth just made that little O has me thinking asshole thoughts. You want details or is that close enough to asshole for the night?”
“Close enough,” she breathed.
“Good. Now hurry,” he demanded.
She rushed down the hall and tried to unlock the door to her apartment with shaky fingers. “Sorry.”
“If you fumble with those damn keys again I’m going to have you right here in the hallway.”
He took the keys and unlocked the door, only leaving enough room for her to rub against him as she passed. When she would have walked away, he pulled her back, forcing her against the door as he closed it. “Oh. No. You. Don’t.”
“Cash.” She sighed.
She may have started the game, but he was in full-on ground-and-pound mode. He had to have her. “Kiss me.”
She did, and there was no reluctance. Her tongue slid across his lower lip, and it was all the invitation he needed. He stroked his hands beneath her skirt, unable to stop himself from grasping her thighs. She wore nothing under her skirt since he still had her thong in his pocket, and the knowledge was intoxicating. Lifting her up against the wall, he stroked against her, wild with need.
Gripping her ass, he pulled back from the kiss and touched his forehead to hers. “Unbuckle my belt.”
Through half-mast eyes, she reached between them. The soft brush of her knuckles against his jeans rocked him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this out of control. His own pleasure was always secondary. There was just something too erotic about the feel of a woman’s orgasm to skip it. Tonight, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hang in ’til the end.
When his belt slipped free, he didn’t have to tell her what to do next. Her deft little fingers had his jeans undone and his cock in her hand in seconds. Then she was stroking him, and he shuddered at the sensation. The way her arms were tucked between them crushed her breasts together and he buried his face in the exposed cleavage, moaning as she straightened her index finger and slid her hand all the way to the base of his cock, that one finger following the sensitive trail farther between
“You’re cold.” He took a step closer, searching for what she was really asking for as the elevator climbed. “In the limo earlier, I watched you melt. Every bit of you was hot and wet, and wanting more.”
“Definitely not asshole.” She sighed. “That was more like a hot psychologist a patient would want to fuck.”
Bingo. She was looking for just that. A fuck and nothing more. She was pushing for a jerk, and he had to play it out.
“Fine.” He pinned her up against the wall. “I’m here because I want to feel your pussy surround me. I want to feel that heat on my cock. I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. And I think that’s what you want too. If that’s all you’re willing to give me, I’ll take it. Fuck it. When in New York…do as Yorkers do. ”
Then he kissed her, hard. He had to. There was no telling what would come out of her mouth next, and he got the feeling she didn’t want to talk anyway. As a matter of fact, he felt a bit manipulated. But with her body pressed close so he could feel every curve he’d been itching to touch, and her shaky breaths telling him she was as turned on as he was, he needed to let it go for now.
She broke away from the kiss. “If you weren’t saying all the things I want to hear, and I didn’t want you so bad right now, that might have passed for borderline asshole.”
He laughed as the elevator stopped. “I’ll tell you whatever you want as long as you leave those boots on.”
“What is it with you and these boots?”
He slapped her bottom, making sure not to hurt her but add just a twinge of discomfort. “They make me want to bend you over the next available surface and ride you until you scream.”
“Oh.”
Cash groaned. He was going to make an ass out of himself before the night was out. “The way your mouth just made that little O has me thinking asshole thoughts. You want details or is that close enough to asshole for the night?”
“Close enough,” she breathed.
“Good. Now hurry,” he demanded.
She rushed down the hall and tried to unlock the door to her apartment with shaky fingers. “Sorry.”
“If you fumble with those damn keys again I’m going to have you right here in the hallway.”
He took the keys and unlocked the door, only leaving enough room for her to rub against him as she passed. When she would have walked away, he pulled her back, forcing her against the door as he closed it. “Oh. No. You. Don’t.”
“Cash.” She sighed.
She may have started the game, but he was in full-on ground-and-pound mode. He had to have her. “Kiss me.”
She did, and there was no reluctance. Her tongue slid across his lower lip, and it was all the invitation he needed. He stroked his hands beneath her skirt, unable to stop himself from grasping her thighs. She wore nothing under her skirt since he still had her thong in his pocket, and the knowledge was intoxicating. Lifting her up against the wall, he stroked against her, wild with need.
Gripping her ass, he pulled back from the kiss and touched his forehead to hers. “Unbuckle my belt.”
Through half-mast eyes, she reached between them. The soft brush of her knuckles against his jeans rocked him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this out of control. His own pleasure was always secondary. There was just something too erotic about the feel of a woman’s orgasm to skip it. Tonight, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hang in ’til the end.
When his belt slipped free, he didn’t have to tell her what to do next. Her deft little fingers had his jeans undone and his cock in her hand in seconds. Then she was stroking him, and he shuddered at the sensation. The way her arms were tucked between them crushed her breasts together and he buried his face in the exposed cleavage, moaning as she straightened her index finger and slid her hand all the way to the base of his cock, that one finger following the sensitive trail farther between
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