Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She glanced up at him, eyes gleaming wickedly, her tone playful. “Mmmm, very nice, Sam. Very responsive,” she murmured, turning her attention back to his chest, kissing him with wild abandonment.
With his cock encased in her warm exploring hands, he grew impossibly harder.
Did she have any idea what her teasing did to him?
Heat radiated from her fingers as she squeezed and stroked and dipped into the fluid dripping from the slit.
He couldn’t explain it. In fact, he didn’t understand it. Other women had touched him in the same manner, but there was something special in the way she touched him. It was the most intimate thing he’d ever felt.
As Cat leaned into him, long blonde curls fell over his body in silken waves, tickling his flesh, bringing his arousal to new heights. Barely able to breathe, let alone move, Sam stood there, absorbing her heat, enjoying the way her hands played with his cock. He somehow managed to smooth her hair back to watch her, enjoying the seductive way she touched him, until the pressure building in his body became too much for him to bear.
He grabbed her wrists and stopped her. “Cat, stop.” His voice came out harsher than he intended.
Gorgeous eyes blinked up at him. “You don’t like it?”
God, when he looked into her eyes, he felt like he was drowning. He gulped for his next breath. “Oh, I like it, babe. I like it a lot. Too much, in fact. You see, you’ve got me so turned on, one more stroke and I’m going to lose it. And I’m not ready to lose it just yet, sweetheart. I want to taste you first. It’s all I can think about.” His voice was raw with lust and need.
Her chest heaved. “Oh, okay,” she agreed, nodding her head, not even bothering to mask her enthusiasm.
Sam chuckled. God, he loved her like this. Loving how open and relaxed they were with each other. Loving how easy she was to be with.
His thumb went to her nipple, stroking her through the fabric. “Doesn’t seem fair that I’m half naked and you’re not.” He popped one button. Her face flushed darker, anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
“Not fair at all, Sam,” she agreed, her head lolling to the side. “And you know I like to play fair,” she added, drawing a ragged breath.
He popped another and another until her blouse fell open, exposing a sexy, white lace bra and a long column of silken skin. His gaze settled on her supple cleavage.
“Mmmm. Very nice.” Leaning in, he put his mouth between her breasts and brushed his tongue over her tender flesh. “Tell me, Cat. Where were you going in such a hurry?”
She frowned and looked at him, her expression perplexed. “What?” she asked, practically panting as he worked his tongue over her gorgeous breasts. “What are you talking about, Sam?”
“When I met up with you on the sidewalk, where were you going?” His thumb slipped inside her bra and stroked one nipple.
She moaned. “To get lunch,” she whispered.
“And I interrupted you?” Sam slipped his index in and caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling until it swelled.
“It was a good interruption,” she rushed out.
He gripped the material of her bra and pulled it down, tucking it under her breasts. He took a moment to just stare at the beautiful erotic sight before him.
He cupped her full breasts and gave a gentle squeeze. “It was an interruption all the same. You must still be hungry, and to think we’re going to be locked in here for hours.”
Her words faltered as her hands moved to her chest, joining him. The pad of her thumbs played over her tight nipples. “Yes…no…I don’t know. What was the question again?”
Gaze locked on the action, Sam watched her fingers brush over her tight peaks. God, he could barely think.
He dipped his head and made a slow pass with his tongue. “I think you should eat something, to keep up your strength.” He pitched his voice low and put his mouth close to her ear. “I believe you’re going to need all your strength, Cat.”
That seemed to pique her interest. He felt her tremble and her hands moved faster over her breasts, as though attempting to relieve the deep ache at the core of her body.
Her voice thinned to a whisper. “I…I don’t have any food, Sam.”
Sam stepped back and grabbed the orange from the filing cabinet. The second the scent reached him, his cock pulsed. Who knew an orange could be such a powerful aphrodisiac? He liked oranges but had never gone out of his way to get one before. Now he associated the taste and scent with Cat; he craved them with fierce intensity.
“You know, Cat. You’ve been driving me crazy, tasting and smelling like a succulent, vine-ripened orange, so sweet, so tempting. It’s all I can think about. I can barely work, I can barely sleep. I’ve spent hours thinking about popping a wedge into my mouth, biting, nibbling, letting the juice slide over my tongue as it quenches my thirst.” He rolled the orange between his hands and touched the cool peel to her skin. His knuckles purposely brushed against her pebbled nipples. Her body shuddered, almost uncontrollably.
Cat’s dark lashes fluttered. Her face took on a ruddy hue as she made a sexy noise and shifted, hanging on his every word.
Sam ripped into the peeling. “I think it’s only fair that I drive you just as crazy. Don’t you?” The fresh, fruity, sensual aroma filled the room and fired his craving. He pulled off a wedge, juice trickling down his hand. He licked it off, slowly, lapping at it with long luxurious stokes, long strokes that turned into small quick laps, making no secret about
