hair over her shoulder and kissed the skin he’d bared. “You haven’t seen precarious yet.” He slid one hand to the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through her silky hair, and ran a finger down the center of her breastbone. “I love the way you breathe harder when I touch you.”
“I had no idea talking about sculptures could get you so hot,” she said seductively, running her hands up his arms and into his hair.
“Neither did I.” He lowered his lips to hers, earning the hungry sounds he adored.
“I need to talk about art more often,” she said breathlessly.
He brushed his lips over hers, whispering as he traced his finger along her skin just above the neckline of her glittery top. “I need to be close to you, baby, as close as two people can get.” He slicked his tongue over her lips, and the sound she made was drenched with desire. He guided her hands to the table just behind her hips, so her back arched slightly, and he began kissing the swell of her breasts. Her chest rose with each inhalation as he lifted her pretty top and groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. “God, if I had known you were bare under here…” He licked over one taut peak, and she closed her eyes. “Watch me love you, Chloe.”
Her eyes opened, and her cheeks flushed pink as he licked her again, circling the peak with the tip of his tongue. He put one hand on her lower back, keeping her close as he ground against her center and sucked her breast against the roof of his mouth.
“Ohmygod” fell from her lips, hot and needy. “Justin…”
He rose and fisted his hands in her hair, causing another greedy gasp. “I want you in my bed, Chloe, lying naked and wet beneath me. I want your long legs wrapped around me as I drive into you so deep, you’ll still feel my cock moving inside you next week. We’re going to feel so fucking good together, baby, we’ll be all that you can think about.” She made a mewling sound and he fucking loved it. He put his mouth beside her ear and said, “Can you feel it now, baby? The head of my cock rubbing against your wetness?”
“Yes,” she panted out.
“Your fingernails digging into my flesh as I enter you?”
Her breath left her lungs and his name sailed out as a plea. “Justin—”
“Can you feel your body tightening around me? Craving the next thrust? The feel of my strong hips between your thighs?”
“Yes, yes, I can feel it. I want you, Jus—”
He crushed his mouth to hers, more demanding than ever before, and she was right there with him, returning every hungry demand with her own cruel ravishment. She pulled up his shirt, and he tore his mouth away, his eyes blazing into hers.
“As much as I want to bend you over this table and fuck you into next week, the first time we come together is not going to be in a dirty studio. I want you in my bed, darlin’. Now.”
CHLOE HAD NO idea how they got up the hill and into Justin’s house, much less into his bedroom, one of the many cantilevered rooms with three glass walls looking out into the darkness. His deliciously filthy promises were ringing in her head, and her entire being was on fire as they stripped each other naked in a tangle of gropes and hungry kisses. He pushed his hands into her hair, and his hard body pressed against her, hot and demanding. His forward momentum sent her back against a glass wall as they feasted on each other’s mouths. She was all over him, pawing, clawing, and savoring the feel of his muscles pressing her into the glass. He took her hands in his, spreading her arms out to the sides, and pinned them there. His cock ground against her belly so temptingly, she bowed out from the glass and went up on her toes, wanting to feel him inside her.
He broke their kiss, growling, “Protection? I’m clean, baby. Are you on something?”
“Yes. Kiss me,” she commanded.
She felt him smiling into their kisses as his hips drew back and he aligned their bodies. The head of his cock rested against her center. She could feel his girth and desperately tried to sink down onto him. But he was in total control, drawing away with her every effort, then pushing against her again, teasing her