“Please, what?” He was enjoying himself immensely. He was still fully dressed and aroused as hell, but he wanted to give her the utmost pleasure first.
“It’s too much,” she admitted.
“Afraid?”
“No, I- Oh damn you!” Her breath escaped in a whoosh when he kissed the top of her vagina. Inserting a finger into her tight warmth, he lifted his head to study her reaction, and the look on her exquisite face reeled him.
“Tell me you like it.”
“You know I do.” Biting down on her bottom lip, she rotated her hips to meet his finger.
“Tell me.” He growled, inserting another finger.
Jacinth felt as if every nerve cell in her body was exploding! Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. “I love it.” Her back arched as she met his fevered thrusts, her body shaking. Bending his head, he touched his tongue to her swollen flesh, and she exploded into a million tiny pieces.
Reginald had never had such a passionate response from a woman before and felt his body surging into impossible heights of arousal. Waiting until the storm had abated, he stumbled and hurriedly dragged his clothes off before joining her on the bed.
He had every intention of using his mouth on her body, but he could not wait. It had to be now. Lowering himself on top of her, he drove into her, eyes popping wide when her tightness wrapped around him like a glove.
Twisting his fingers into her hair, he dragged her mouth up to his and claimed her lips in a scorching kiss that had her wrapping her arms around his neck. He wanted to prolong the moment, the magic of being inside her, but he knew it would be over very soon.
Digging his fingers into her hip, he shifted slightly, his thrusts becoming feverish. Determined to wring another climax out of her, he forced himself to slow things down, using long, measured strokes to stoke the already heated flames between them.
Her fingers bit into his neck and then his shoulders, slender curves arching toward him as another earth-shattering climax rushed through her.
He came then, his body shuddering, heart hammering inside his chest as shot his load inside her.
He was still kissing her, hands roaming over her body gently, soothing the tremors that were still racking her slender curves.
Shifting slightly, he eased his weight off her for fear that he was crushing her. His body was still shuddering from the aftereffects of the most intensely powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, and he was still intimately joined with her—a position he did not want to relinquish, not anytime soon.
“I need to leave.” The feisty woman he had butt heads with since he met her had her face buried in his chest, her cultured voice subdued.
“You don’t need to do anything but stay here.” He contradicted.
Her head reared up at that, dark brown eyes flashing. “Now, see here- “
“There she is.” He chuckled softly, eyes twinkling at the flash of defiance on her lovely face. His expression sobered as he took in the crushed softness of her lips, the hair tumbling around her face, and the feel of her slender body pressed against him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You are beautiful and passionate, and I cannot get enough of you.” The deep timber of his voice sent shivers throughout her body and crumbled her resistance.
“I have to go. My aunt- “
“Call and tell her that you won’t be there tonight.”
“Reginald- “
His body tightened, and his eyes smoldered. “That’s the first time you called my name.”
“That’s because, to me, you were always Mr. Tanner. And speaking of which, this is not happening.”
“What is not happening?” He asked softly, guessing what she would say.
“This between us. We can chalk it down to a moment of insanity and move past it.”
His thick, dark brows lifted. “Is that what you intend to do?”
“Of course. You are my boss- “
“Technically, I am not.”
“Will you stop splitting hairs!” Taking a deep breath, she continued. The feel of his muscular body intimately joined to hers was playing havoc on her senses, but she had to make him see sense. “I am a black woman employed by your company, and I cannot afford to be seen as someone sleeping with the boss’s son to get a foot up the ladder.”
“Is that what you are doing?”
“No. But this cannot happen again. That’s why I need to leave right now.”
“It’s late.” He pointed out, having no intention of ever letting her go. He should have known something like this was going to happen. Ever since he met her, their emotions had been so intense that they could not come within a few feet of each other without an explosion.
“It’s just-“ She glanced at the bedside clock and realized, to her surprised consternation, that it was almost midnight.
“It does not matter; I have to go.”
“You are not going anywhere.”
Her eyes flared as she pushed at his chest. “You are going to have to keep your ego in check. You don’t dictate to me, and if you are mistaking me for one of your many conquests- “
“I am not. You are the woman I am going to marry.” He almost grinned at the hunted and terrified look on her exquisite face.
“You are out of your damn mind.”
“I am.” He nodded. “Over you.” His hand lifted to cup her cheek gently. “I never expected to feel this way about anyone. I am in love with you.”
She stared at him as if he had grown two heads. “How dare you say that to me! What the hell kind of game are you playing?”