He tweaked her nipple again, this time with his fingers, and he didn’t immediately release it. He kept thumbing her breast until she’d dropped her head back again with a long, shameless moan, nearly collapsing against the counter as her knees buckled.
It felt so good.
He had no right to make her feel so good from such a small gesture.
The ache at her center was so strong now she was trying to hump his thigh. She grumbled in protest when he moved back but stopped complaining when he pushed her skirt up and felt between her thighs with one hand.
She clung desperately to the counter, her arms outstretched in a rather embarrassing manner. She didn’t care. He’d lowered his mouth to her throat again and was sucking hard at her pulse. One hand still fondled her breast deliciously while the other tucked inside her panties to find where she was very hot and wet.
“Oh God,” she moaned, closing her eyes and rocking her body against his touch. “Oh God, I’m so close. Already. How is this...?” She took a ragged gasp as a powerful surge of pleasure racked her body. “Oh God, oh God. Robert, please. Just a little more. Oh please.”
She was talking a lot. Probably too much. She did like to be verbal in the bedroom, but she wasn’t usually quite this shameless.
For some reason she couldn’t help it. It was making her even hotter. To put into words how she was feeling. How he was making her feel right now.
He was uttering those throaty noises of approval, making it clear he liked what she was saying.
“Right there,” she gasped when two of his fingers slid inside her and curled up toward her G-spot. “Oh God, right there. Please. Please. Robert!”
She came on his name, shaking helplessly and clenching hard all around his hand. She clawed at his shirt as his fingers kept pumping inside her. He was still twirling her nipple with his other hand, and it felt like her whole body was flying apart.
She lost her words but kept making loud sobbing sounds as he continued working her over, extending the orgasm until it became a whole new wave of pleasure that slammed into her.
He’d raised his head to watch her, and he was talking now. Using a soft, rough murmur that was as sexy as his touch. “That’s right, sunshine. Good girl. Come again for me. Just let go. Give me everything you have. There you go. Let go for me just like that. So good.”
She was doing what he said. She was letting go completely. Holding nothing back as she brazenly rode his fingers with her hips and sobbed out how good she was feeling.
When the contractions slowed and the sensations started to lessen, she let go of him and reached back for the counter for support. Her body hummed and tingled. All over. Her inner muscles were still gripping his fingers possessively. And her throat hurt from being so loud.
Her cheeks flushed hotly as she realized how out of control she’d just been. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. She’d just totally lost it from a few of Robert’s touches.
“So was it weird?” He slid his hand out from between her legs and smiled at her. “Orgasming in the kitchen next to your blender?”
She scowled at him. “It was acceptable. For a start.”
He laughed uninhibitedly and pulled her into a brief hug.
His response made her feel better. He evidently didn’t think she’d been too easy or overly enthusiastic in her reaction to him. “I’m not sure what got into me just now. I’m not usually like that.”
“I thought you wanted to be someone different. And don’t you dare be self-conscious about it now since it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She checked his face. Saw he was being serious. So she nodded and told him the truth. “Me too. But I really think I’ll do better if we head to the bedroom. That way I won’t be in danger of falling down the whole time.”
ROBERT WAS AFRAID THERE was a strong possibility his head would simply explode. From too much feeling. Exhilaration. Desire. Anticipation. Pride. Possessiveness. And something strangely tender he couldn’t really recognize.
He wasn’t an emotional person, so he wasn’t used to being so tangled up with feelings. If it wasn’t for the drive of his body—the pulsing need that wouldn’t let him go—he would have been worried. But the physical desire was enough to distract him from everything else he was experiencing.
He was hard in his pants and had been since he’d started kissing her. He’d told her the truth when he’d said bringing her to orgasm was the hottest thing he’d ever known. But now she was leading him to her bedroom, which meant it wasn’t even close to over.
He wanted to be inside her. More than anything. And some sort of miracle must have happened since she wanted that too.
“So how do you like to do this?” she asked, reaching behind her to unzip the back of her dress. “Do you like us both to take our clothes off and get into bed, or do you like to do it along the way? Or I could dig up some sort of lingerie, if you’re into that sort of—”
She really was a talker. It might partly be from nerves, but it also seemed to just be her. He laughed and stopped her before she finished her list of options by reaching over and sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulder. “When I get your dress off, what possible reason would I have for wanting you to put something else on?”
She giggled as the satin slid down her body and dropped to the floor. “Well, I don’t know. I was just making the offer, in case you have a thing for lingerie.”
“I have a thing for you naked.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She hadn’t been wearing a bra or any sort of stockings, so the only thing she had on now was little navy-blue panties that covered almost nothing.
She wasn’t stick thin. She had all kinds of curves and softness—in her thighs, her hips, her belly, her breasts—that seemed to beckon his hands. His erection had been aching for what felt like forever, but it suddenly throbbed with a surge of new hunger.
It was entirely possible he was going to lose it, from nothing more than looking at her like this.
His fixed gaze might have made her a little self-conscious, but she hid it well. She rolled her eyes and reached for his shirt. “Okay, we’re not going to do that obnoxious macho thing where I’m totally naked while you have all your clothes on. If I’m going to be naked, so are you. So start stripping.”
She could make him laugh in so many unexpected ways, even in his current condition. He choked on his amusement while he unfastened and dropped his pants and she worked on his shirt. He had on an undershirt and a pair of black boxer briefs in addition to his socks.
The socks came off first because it was impossible to look dignified or sexy wearing socks with no pants.
“Nope. All the way,” she said when he reached for her again after his feet were bare.
“You’ve got your underwear on. Aren’t we supposed to be equal here?”
She made a face, but she was clearly trying to hide a laugh. “Okay. Take off the shirt at least. Then we’ll be equal. But your underwear hides a lot more than mine, just to get that out there.”
She was looking at his groin as he pulled off his T-shirt. His erection was more than evident. That made him remember something, so he leaned over to grab a packet out of the pocket of his trousers. “I brought a condom.”