With intense concentration, she followed his actions in the mirror as he tore his clothes off and tossed them into the heap with hers.
What was it about this sexy, feisty woman that turned him inside out? He’d never felt anything like it. The need, the passion, the desire welling up inside him. It curled around him, calling, consuming, reaching dangerous levels. He tried to leash his control, his passion, and his emotions, but failed miserably.
He had to have her.
Now.
Sam had never lost control before. Ever. But he’d never been taken to a place where the fierce need to possess another dominated his every thought.
His voice was labored. “Your shoes, Cat.”
Heavy lids fluttered. “What about them?” She angled her head to see him.
“Put them back on.”
Grinning, she quickly obliged. The high heels stretched out her long legs, lifting her ass in the air.
Pushing his raging erection against her naked flesh, he tangled his fingers through her sopping silk curls and buried his face against her throat. Her damp arousal made his legs tremble. He pulled open her pretty pink lips and exposed her sex in the mirror. With a long, lazy stroke he caressed her quivering clitoris. Her mouth formed an “O” when his fingers connected with her delicate pearl. She tossed her head to the side and moaned. Her body jerked against his pulsing cock and he nearly released on impact. He clenched his jaw and held back, never wanting the night to end.
He stretched her wider. His mouth salivated, eager for a taste. He slipped a finger all the way inside her moist fissure, stirring, caressing her G-spot, reveling in the feel of her plush softness.
Her tongue slid over her lips as though she knew his intentions. Their aroused scents merged and filled the room with a heady, stimulating aroma.
He applied more pressure to her sex. Using slow, sinuous circles, he teased her clit until it swelled and puckered beneath the rough pad of his fingers.
“Oh Sam,” she cried, bucking against his hand. Color bloomed high on her cheeks. He watched her chest rise and fall in an erratic pattern. Her pussy muscles gripped his finger and he knew an orgasm was only a stroke away.
He inhaled her warm, familiar scent as it perfumed the air. Easing his finger out of her, he drew it to his mouth for a sampling.
“Sweet Jesus, you taste incredible.” His voice was gruff with need.
She swallowed. “Sam…. Please…my purse…condoms.”
He could barely hear her through the buzz in his head. He swept aside a lock of her hair, pressed his mouth against her ear, and caressed her cheek. She twisted her head and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking, licking, savoring her creamy essence.
The heat of her mouth nearly caused him to explode on the spot. He wanted to feast on her, to sear her engorged clitoris with his tongue, but that would have to wait. Right now he needed to answer the demands that threatened to burn them both up from the inside out.
His rock-hard erection throbbed to the point of pain. Cat dropped one hand, reached behind her, and squeezed his steel shaft, running her fingers up and down the length of him, driving him into an abyss of pleasure.
Heat and passion blazed through him. The intensity of his carnal hunger was almost frightening. “Oh God. Cat. I need you.”
Her voice was husky and breathless. “My purse. By the door. And please, hurry.”
Her words drove him beyond the brink of sanity, making his cock drip. He brushed the wet tip of his arousal over her flesh. His liquid juice dripped over her back, languidly sliding lower to nestle between the sweet slit of her heart-shaped ass.
Christ, that turned him on.
He disentangled himself and grabbed her purse. He had his own supply of condoms in the nightstand, but decided, in his haste to sheathe himself, her purse was closer. He ripped open the condom and slid it on. When he turned back around to face Cat, what he saw nearly dropped him to his knees. His body tightened and his vision went fuzzy around the edges as unfamiliar warmth touched the depths of his soul.
Hand between her legs, she stroked her clitoris, sliding her slender finger in and out of her heated core. Long hair fell forward, curling around her pert nipples. Candlelight bathed her naked body and glistened on her moist pussy.
Sweat collected on his brow. He drew a shaky breath. “Sweet fuck, Cat.” In two quick strides he crossed the room. He put his mouth close to her ear and murmured, “Need a hand.” Without waiting for a response, he placed his finger over hers, pushing both his and her finger deep inside her at the same time. Cat panted, moaned, and shook as another orgasm ripped through her.
Lord, he’d never met a more responsive woman. His cock jerked, clamoring for attention. Sam grabbed her hips and positioned his erection at her dripping entrance.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Cat tilted her head and met his gaze in the mirror. It was easy to tell she was overcome with need by the passion raging in her eyes. She inched back, until his cock probed her, opening her feminine folds. Her tight heat and rich female texture beckoned him. Sexual tension swamped them. Completely ruled by lust, his mind abandoned any rational thought.
His growl deepened. “Cat, you feel so good.” In one quick thrust he speared her.
“Oh…my,” she whispered as he drove into her.
She shifted her stance, the position allowing her to take the entire length of his shaft. Cat gasped and stilled as he pushed impossibly deeper, stretching open the tight walls of her pussy.
He felt her heat close around him, squeezing. His eyes locked with hers. “Cat, I need to take you. Now,” he bit out between clenched teeth. He
