Pushing her shirt away, he flicked his tongue over one ring then the other as he started climbing the stairs. His tired muscles were forgotten. There was nothing but her. Her hands gripped his shoulders kneading them. She bent her head down and began to kiss his neck.
He almost missed a step feeling her mouth against his skin. He groaned and paused at the top of the stairs. Leaning her back against the wall he tried to catch his breath as her mouth continued to move against his throat. “I’m going to drop you if you keep that up.”
She gently bit him and found herself pinned tightly against the wall. Dropping her legs down to the floor, she slid down his body and reached to pull his shirt up. When he moved to pull it over his head, she ran her tongue over his chest and sucked one of his nipples, hard. He growled and she found herself being lifted tight against him as he swung around towards the bedroom.
He set her down and pulled her shirt over her head. Running his hands into her hair he found the clip and released her long curls to hang down over her shoulders. Stepping back, he looked at her. Running a hand lightly down her throat he trailed it down between her breasts to her the top of her jeans. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered. Watching her eyes, heavy with passion, he grinned and pulled on the top of her jeans, pulling her back against him and kissed her slowly.
Deepening the kiss, he pulled the button and zipper open on her jeans. Her hands gripped his shoulders nervously. He lifted his head and kissed his way down her throat. “I need to see all of you, love.” He ran his hands up her bare back and into her hair. He loved the feel of her hair.
He slowly walked her back towards the bed. When her knees touched, it he bent her back slowly, one hand supporting her. Putting one knee on the bed beside her he kissed his way down her body slowly, trailing his mouth to one silver ring. His own jeans were suddenly so tight he didn’t know if he was going to be able to last long enough to please her.
Drawing in a ragged breath, he gently pulled against one of the rings with his lips. She arched up into him and gasped. With now shaking hands, he moved back to the waist of her jeans. Pulling gently against them he lifted his mouth, speaking against the ring. “Help me.” Her hips lifted and he slid the tight material from her hips. Lifting his head, he quickly pulled her legs free, and stood, looking down at her.
She lay there watching him with her breath heavy. Her dark curls were spread out around her. His eyes slowly wandered down over her golden skin pausing to look at the rings in her breasts as they rose and fell slowly. She wore nothing but those and a scrap of peach lace.
He reached down and picked up one long slender leg. Bending down he ran his lips over her calf and up to the back of her knee. His mouth slowly moved up to her thigh, watching her as he did. Her eyes drifted closed again as her hands clenched at the cover beside her.
He dropped quietly down to one knee and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She sighed out a breath.
“Dade.”
The huskiness of her voice had him closing his eyes and focusing on her, maintaining a slow pace that she’d be comfortable with. Kneeling between her soft thighs, he ran his mouth along her other leg up to her hip. Still watching her, he ran his tongue over the lace, exhaling slowly. She took a deep breath and held it.
He didn’t want to move too quickly or be rough with her, but her every sensual movement had his control waning. Running his hands up over her waist and ribs then slowly down again while he lowered his mouth to nuzzle her against the lace that covered her, she arched her body into him and moaned again.
He rubbed his mouth over the lace again as her hands moved down to grip his hair, trying to pull him up. He rose with her hands and hovered over her body. Pulling her hands free he stretched them out beside her body and ran his own lightly up to her shoulders.
Cupping her breasts gently he rubbed his thumbs over the rings and watched her bite her lip. “Tell me what you want, Cora.” He whispered as he lowered his mouth to one breast.
She arched into his mouth and ran her hands up his arms to his hair again. “You.” She hissed quietly. Lifting up, she reached up and undid his jeans. With her teeth, she bit his chest lightly and heard him suck in his breath. Working the denim off his hips she licked against one nipple than over to the other. His muscles tightened under her hands.
Kicking his clothes off quickly, he bent down and wrapped his arm around her waist then slid them both further onto the bed in one movement. Lying next to each other, he pulled her tight against his body. He groaned, feeling her warm skin against his. Holding her head in one hand, he kissed her mouth and plunged his tongue in quickly. The reins on his control were getting harder to hold.
Running his hand down over her waist, he gripped her hip and pulled her into his body. She wrapped one leg over his hip and moaned, pushing against him. His hand ran down the back of her thigh kneading it roughly. Running his over her, he felt the thin strip of lace covering her.
His hand moved around and he growled deep in his throat, feeling the lace in his way still. With a quick movement, he removed the lace with and ran his hand between her thighs.
She was so wet he hissed against her throat. Moving back up to her mouth, he kissed her hard as he rolled her gently onto her back pinning her beneath him. Her mouth was sucking against his neck causing him to shake with need. Unable to wait, he aligned their bodies and slowly moved into her.
She gasped and threw her head back. Groaning deep in her throat when their bodies connected, she ran her hands down his back and pulled against him. As he withdrew slowly his muscles were shaking with tension and restraint.
Moving her mouth to his ear she gasped. “Dade, show me.”
His grip on her hip tightened after she spoke and he moved harder into her without moving faster. The heat shot into her with his movement. His mouth moved down to her throat and he arched away to trail his lips down to her breast as he thrust deeply into her again. When their bodies connected, he pulled on her nipple lightly with his teeth and she cried out, clutching his head to her so he wouldn’t move away.
She was so tight, he had to breathe to calm himself as he was trying to drive into her. When she cried out and thrust up against him, his control almost snapped completely. Flicking the ring with his tongue he moved out of her slowly. Pulling at the ring, he jerked his hips back into her and felt her muscles tighten again.
He lifted his head and lifted her, pulling her up into his body. She moved her legs higher on his hips and he wasn’t able to move slowly any longer. Thrusting harder she gripped his back met him thrust for thrust.
When she threw her head back and gasped, he thrust repeatedly as hard as he could without hurting her. She rode the edge for a few seconds, panting. He ground himself against her over and over, until she moaned against his throat. When he felt her muscles clamp around him, he lifted up and thrust into her. She cried out as she peaked, and hearing her pleasure, he fell over the edge with her.
Moving slowly in and out of her he heard a gasp each time their bodies touched lightly. Her muscles milked him with each movement and her hands were moving slowly over his body, caressing. He had never felt this way before, and for a few greedy moments he didn’t want to stop.
He shifted some of his weight onto his shaking arms and kissed her face gently. She moved her head to allow him to linger and explore her skin.
Taking a few slow breaths, she smiled without opening her eyes. “You’re very hard on my underwear.” Her voice was rough with passion still.
He grinned against her throat. “Then don’t wear any.” He moved down to rest between her breasts.
She grinned down at him and ran her hands through his hair. “I noticed you didn’t.”
He smiled and flicked his tongue against a still sensitive nipple. “Rarely.” She shuddered from the contact. Smiling to himself he rolled to allow her to breath.
She leaned over and kissed him softly. “I’m going to go turn off some lights and have a quick shower.”
“Wash your back?”
She smirked back at him. “Please.” Flipping her legs to the side of the bed she reached over for her robe and stood up. His hand ran down over her hip as she took a step away.
“Stop.” He sat up on his elbow. His eyes were on the rise of her right buttock. “What is this?”
She turned and smiled down at him as he ran his lightly over her lower back. “Oh it’s a tattoo. Rach, Kase and I went together.”
“I see this.” He leaned over closer and ran his fingers over the image of a djembi with a snake across the top of it. “I get the snake, but the drum?” He kissed it softly.
She turned and grinned at him. “A woman has to have to some secrets.” She said softly.
Grinning, he got up off the bed and pulled her into him. Kissing her throat, he whispered. “You are turning into every erotic fantasy all rolled into one body.” He pulled back and looked her up and down slowly, her robe gaping open. His body stirred again just looking at her.
She looked down at his body. “Hmm. I’m going to go have that shower before you get other ideas.” She turned to leave then stopped. “You’re welcome to join me, as long as my hair doesn’t get wet, it would take all night to dry.”
He followed her without bothering with clothes. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Her hair did get wet. Lying exhausted beside him she ran her hand down over his back. “You need another shower.” She whispered with her lips brushing across his shoulder.
Dade lifted his head and smiled at her. “I don’t think I could walk right now if I had to.” He bit her chin lightly. “You’ve worn me out, love.”
He was stalling, not wanting to leave. In the past, he rarely spent a night with a woman, but this time he didn’t want to leave.
“Then you’d better not try to walk.”
He looked down at the woman resting against his chest. “I agree.” He kissed the top of her damp hair and smiled as he closed his eyes.
Dade opened his eyes slowly and looked around. Cora’s room. Grinning, he turned and looked at the clock. She couldn’t have left for work already. Sitting up, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on quickly.
Following the smell of coffee, he wandered into the kitchen. She stood at the sink with her back to him. She was wearing a dark gray skirt suit. He blinked.
He’d never seen her wear short tight skirts before. She always wore long flowing skirts. Those legs. He swallowed. Those long slender legs were wrapped in black and quite tempting.
Her hair was pulled up into a long braid down her back. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her exposed neck gently. “Morning.” He ran his hand down over her flat tummy and around to her hip.
“Do not run those calloused, worker’s hands anywhere near my nylons, you’ll rip them to shreds.” She grinned and leaned back into him.
He kissed her neck again. “You look so tempting dressed like this, honey, gives me ideas.”
Cora pulled away and turned around. “No. I have to leave shortly, we have meetings all day.” She ran her eyes over him. His hair was messed and hung around his face. He’d just pulled his jeans on, not bothering to do them up, leaving his tight stomach and chest bare. “Mmm. You look like the perfect picture of sin.” She grinned at him.
He smiled and stepped closer. “I’m having a few sinful thoughts of my own right now.” He ran his hands down her ribs over the tight-fitting jacket she wore. “What’s under this, I’m wondering?”
She pushed against his chest. “Sit. I have time for coffee then I have to go.”
He sighed and dropped down into a chair. “Do you want Chris and Kasey to meet us here tonight?”
Nodding, she poured his coffee. “Okay.” She turned and handed it to him, then sat down across from him.
Dade leaned sideways and looked under the table at the long tempting legs, crossed. He straightened and grinned at her. “Damn.” He whispered. “Do you dress like this for work all the time? Because I’m thinking if you do I need to park outside your door and watch you walk to the car every day before work.”
She laughed. “No, sorry. I reserve the business look for those days when we have clients and meetings.”
He pouted and sipped his coffee. “That’s too bad.” Grinning at the shy smile she was giving him he reached across the table and picked up her hand, brushing his thumb across the back of it.
There was too much he wanted to say and didn’t, but she needed to rush out the door to work. “I’ll call Chris today.” He looked at her soft eyes and felt his heart thud in his chest. “I need to go get dressed and go find what I need to do for your burners.”
She glanced at her watch and nodded. “I better get going.” She stood up and looked at him for a moment. “Dade, last night…”
Dade shook his head and pulled her over to him. “Don’t break my heart this early in the day, Cora, let me keep my illusions for at least today.” He kissed her mouth softly and played with the long braid. “This neat hair and sexy clothes are going to give me fantasies all day as I think about messing it all up.” He grinned at her.
She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ll be lucky if I can focus on meetings after last night.”
He nibbled her bottom lip. “That’s what I like to hear.” He patted her butt lightly. “Off you go, I’m just going to stand and watch you walk away.” She smirked at him and he lifted his hands. “I’m a weak man for a woman in black nylons and heels.” She turned to the door and grinned when he groaned. “And that skirt, oh, I love that skirt.”