A handful of orgasms before he finally took her? She’d never survive it.
“You know I haven’t had sex in forever, that I haven’t ever had it with a man who makes me feel the way you always do. Don’t make me wait. We can just do it once to take the edge off and then—”
His mouth on hers cut her off, and though his hand fisted in her hair, the slow, sweet way his tongue stroked over hers until she had no choice but to match his rhythm told her more clearly than any words would have that he was most definitely going to make her wait.
And that she was going to love every single second of it.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dylan wanted to rip off the pretty dress that had been giving him little glimpses of cleavage and leg all night as she moved. He wanted to devour her in one big greedy gulp. He wanted to claim her and make her his own and never let her go. But even as desire raced through his veins so hot and fast that it nearly stole away his sense of right and wrong, he knew he couldn’t let himself do any of that tonight.
Tonight wasn’t about speed. It wasn’t about taking.
It was about giving Grace endless pleasure.
Pleasure that would make her head spin so fast, she’d have no choice but to hold on tight to him…and never let go.
He slid his hand down to cup the nape of her neck. “Do you have any idea how much I want you? How many times I’ve dreamed about being inside of you in the past week?”
“Please,” she begged again, “stop talking to me like that. You’re only making it worse.”
“Better,” he promised. “I’m going to make tonight better than anything you’ve ever imagined.”
He moved his hands so that he could slowly brush both thumbs over the slim straps of her dress on each shoulder, touching both fabric and skin. Though she was so hot to the touch that he felt scalded by her, she shivered.
“Your skin,” he said as he lowered his mouth to press a kiss to one shoulder, “it’s so soft. So sensitive. And so damned sweet.”
He brushed aside the pretty braided fabric so that he could close his mouth over her collarbone. He loved the way she arched into him to give even more of herself than he was already taking. He’d meant it when he said he was going to kiss every inch of her that he uncovered. And as he made his way to her other shoulder and had to stop to lick into the hollow of her throat, her taste was so intoxicating that it was going to take everything in him to hold on to his self-control tonight.
“Dylan.” He could feel her nipples beading hard against his chest through her dress as she pressed herself tightly against him while working to take in a ragged breath.
He gave her more of what she clearly wanted by tasting the upper swell of her breast on the way to her other collarbone. She didn’t say his name again, just made sexy little sounds of need and desire as she arched into him and silently begged him to take more of her.
All of her. That was what he wanted. Every perfect curve. Every beautiful, shuddering breath. Every sweet moan of desire. And even after they were temporarily sated from their lovemaking, he knew he’d want even more. Everything.
But for tonight, he’d have to be happy to take only what she offered. A few perfect hours with her naked and soft in his arms. A night he’d yearned for since the first moment he’d set eyes on her.
He lifted his mouth from her skin and made himself shift back. Just enough for her dress to slide even lower down her chest. “This picture,” he said in a voice that was already raw with need, “of you standing here in front of me with your dress coming away, knowing you’re going to be all mine soon—I’m going to replay it inside my head forever and ever.”
She inhaled a shaky breath, one that shook her rib cage so that her dress slid even lower. “I will, too. The way you’re looking at me, as though I’m...”
He lifted his gaze to her face. “Beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He slid his hands back into her hair and pulled her flush against him so that he could devour her. She matched his passion with her own, quickly taking them closer to the edge than he’d meant to go.
“God, you tempt me,” he said when he finally managed to draw back. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to think straight around you when you’re asking me your interview questions? If I’ve sounded like an idiot, now you know why.”
“You’ve never sounded like an idiot.” For a moment she looked a little nervous again, but then she slowly smiled. Such a sexy smile that he couldn’t drag his gaze from the upturn of her lips as she said, “But since I love knowing that I’ve been tempting you all this time accidentally, how about I tempt you some more on purpose?”
His synapses tried to fire, tried to connect the dots of what she’d just said, what she’d asked. But before any of her words could string together inside his brain, she was taking a step back and shimmying so that the top of her dress finally slipped all the way off to pool at her waist. Leaving her clad only in an extremely translucent lace bra, pink with white trim.
Every muscle in his body tightened as he fought the urge to pounce. To rip her bra and dress off the rest of the way. To drag her down onto the rug so that he could claim her again and again and again until he had taken at least the edge off his desperation.
Though he’d sailed through plenty of storms with steady nerves, when he reached behind her to undo her bra clasp, his hands were shaking slightly and it took him more than one try to actually get it unhooked. It didn’t matter how many times he saw Grace naked, he simply wasn’t prepared for her mind-blowing beauty.
She sucked in a breath when he cupped her bare flesh. “The way your big, tanned hands look over me...” She shuddered in his hands, her eyes closing as he slid his thumbs over the taut peaks. “You know that handful of orgasms you said you were going to give me tonight?” He brought his hands down more firmly over her so that her nipples were rubbing against his palms. “I can’t believe it, but I’m almost there already just from this,” she confessed in a breathless voice.
But he could damn well believe it because he’d seen, again and again, just how naturally sensual she was, the most innately sexy woman he’d ever known. The way simply brushing a fingertip across her lower lip or rubbing his thumb inside her palm could make her pupils dilate, her skin flush, and her breath come faster. He hadn’t missed one single sign since the day he’d met her, even if she’d mistakenly thought that her libido had died when her last relationship had gone so horribly awry.