The jacket she had been holding like a lifeline slid from her nerveless fingers. Her hands came up to curl into the thick slate gray sweater he was wearing as her body sagged against his. He gently kissed, his lips moving over hers with an urgency that she immediately answered.
He had seen her in that bastard’s arms, and it had taken every strength he possessed not to march over there and tear her out of his arms. Backing her into the wall, he moved his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.
Cupping her breasts, he shuddered when he felt the imprint of her tight nipples through the material of her dress. He was going to make love to her tonight, and he did not care about anything else. But it would not be here where someone could come in and discover them.
Dragging his lips from hers, he took a deep, steadying breath as he tried to quiet his rampaging passion. “Get your coat.” He told her tersely. “And meet me in the parking lot.”
“I- “
“If I have to drag you out of here, I have no problem doing so.” He warned.
Without a word, she took the jacket he had retrieved from the floor and stood silent while he helped her with it.
“You are coming home with me.”
*****
He was waiting for her when she parked and did not rush over when all she did was sit there in the vehicle as if trying to process that she was there. She should do the sensible thing and go home as initially decided.
Switching off the engine, she lifted her head to stare at him, leaning against the hood of his understated BMW, his arms crossed at his chest. The stiff December breeze swirled through the trees, tousling his dark hair.
He looked like a man who knew he had everything. But she could not leave. She wanted him so much that he was becoming a part of her, and she did not care about the consequences.
He watched as she exited the vehicle and wrapped the cashmere jacket to protect her against the chilly breeze. He forced himself to stay where he was and waited for her to approach him.
“I thought you were leaving.”
“I should.” The wind was tugging at her thick dark brown hair and wrapping the strands around her cheeks before pushing them back over her shoulders.
“But you won’t.”
“I don’t know what I am doing here.” She tilted her face up to look at him, and the powerful surge of lust chose that time to assert itself.
“Then let me show you.” Drawing her into his arms, he slid his hands through her open jacket and yanked her up against him. His head descended, and with a moan of surrender, she met his lips. The kiss exploded between them and had her clinging to him.
His hands tightened around her waist as he brought her flush up against him. The feel of his erection branded her thighs and had her leaning against him, her fingers drifting to his hair and then his neck.
Her body was weak with a need so fierce that it was beating inside her like a live thing. Lifting one hand, he grasped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in the silky strands as he held her head steady so that he could ravish her mouth. His body hardened alarmingly, and he knew that if he did not stop, he was going to drag her in the back seat and take her right there.
This was their first time, and she deserved much more than a rough and tumble in the backseat of his vehicle, no matter how classy it was.
Dragging his lips from hers and gulping much-needed air into his lungs, he took her hand and led her toward the massive front doors of his loft. He tried several times to lock in the alarm and open the door.
Jacinth’s first impression was of soaring arched ceilings, steps leading down into a sunken living room, and glass everywhere, showcasing the brilliant lights of the city. He did not linger. As soon as he had secured the alarm, he rushed her up a spiral staircase that led to an open-air concept with rooms visible from the downstairs area.
“I would offer you a drink- “
“I am not thirsty.”
They had stopped in the middle of the hardwood floor that gleamed richly with a high sheen.
“If you are about to tell me to get it over and done with- “
“I need you.” He stepped back when she sat on the edge of the huge bed dominating the room and got rid of her boots. Getting to her feet, she peeled the dress off and stood before him, a slender, curvaceous beauty with the most beautiful complexion he had ever seen. And God help him; he had fallen head over heels in love with her.
“Are you just going to stand there?” She was quaking with nerves, her body trembling.
“Am I not allowed to feast my eyes on perfection?” He walked toward her, eyes wandering over the tumble of heavy dark brown hair before staring at lips swollen from his kisses.
A jolt went through him like a lightning bolt when she pushed the slender straps of her almost transparent teddy off her shoulders and wriggled out of it.
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he placed her on the edge of it and knelt in front of her. Long, tanned hands ran up and down her stockinged thighs before unhooking the belt and sliding it off slowly.
His head lifted to meet her gaze as he peeled the stockings off and dropped them to the floor.
“You are overdressed.” She pointed out huskily.
“I know.”
A gasp escaped her when he lifted her left leg and brought the sole of her foot to his mouth.
“What- Oh God!” Clutching the sheets, she closed her eyes as he kissed her instep before moving his mouth over her ankle and along her calf. “You taste good, like something to eat.” A tiny scream escaped her when he started to nibble at her flesh.
“I can’t- “She drifted back on her elbows, her breath coming in pants as he wandered up to her thigh.
“Please.”