Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,65

got me all trussed up like a chicken.” She reaches behind her body and unhooks the bra, and her breasts bounce free of it. “There. Carry on.”

“I don’t think I will,” I tease, and Posy makes a noise of dismay. “But don’t you worry your pretty head about it. I have other work to do here.” I work my way up to lavish her mouth with kisses. Then I work my way down again, into the valley of her breasts and then down her tummy.

When I reach those lace panties, I set about kissing every inch of that scrap of fabric. While Posy moans, deep and low. “Gunnar,” she pants. “Ohhhh.”

The sound of her pleasure makes me ache. I’m so hard. And she’s so soft against my mouth. I tongue the lace, teasing her. And when I close my lips over her sweet pussy, Posy sobs my name. “Please, Gunnar.”

“Soon, honey.” I slip one fingertip under the fabric. And my body tightens as I discover how wet she is for me. I glance up into Posy’s huge eyes. She’s propped herself up on her elbows, her hair spread out on her tits, her cheeks pink.

I’ve always wanted to shake her loose like this. My gut told me how much fun she would be when she let her hair down. Posy is the kind of girl who makes people work for it. She doesn’t trust easily, and she keeps her own council.

It’s a privilege to see her like this—hair mussed, lips red. She looks wild. Debauched. And I’m the lucky guy who gets to be here for it.

Slowly, I slide the panties down her legs. Then I look up and check her face. Posy is breathing hard, her eyes heavy with lust. Holding her gaze, I lean down and lick up the center of her. “You taste better than any pie.” I place my hand across her mons and use my thumb to gently tease her clit. “Reach into the bedside table, would you?”

“O-okay,” she stammers. Then she flops back on the bed and reaches for the drawer.

That’s when I drop my head and pleasure her again with my kiss. Posy arches against my tongue and moans loudly.

I love teasing her. Posy is usually so wary and cautious. But not right now. She’s a hundred and ten percent invested in her own pleasure. It’s so beautiful watching her let go to reach for it. I’m going to make her yell my name.

In a minute.

I back off just at the crucial moment, and Posy lets out a moan of dismay.

“Where’s that condom I asked for?” I ask calmly.

Pink-faced and cursing, she sits up, reaches into the drawer, grabs a condom and throws it at me.

With a chuckle, I move to sit up near the headboard, and then I open the packet. I’m so hard it hurts. Posy watches me cover myself, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.

“Lie down, honey,” I say. “I need you on your back.”

She gives me the sort of frown that I always get when I try to boss her around. And then she defies me, swinging a knee over my thighs instead, climbing into my lap.

“Oh I see,” I whisper at close range. “Well, you’re welcome to ride this bull. But I won’t be using the amateur setting for you.”

Posy rolls her eyes at my ridiculous taunt. When I smile, she smiles back. Then she kisses me.

And it’s quite a kiss, full of heat and yearning. My hands find their way into her hair, and I pull her more tightly to my chest, just to make sure we can’t be any closer than we already are.

Oh wait—we can. “Do it, honey. I need you now,” I say between kisses. It’s not an exaggeration. For fifteen years I’ve needed this.

I’ve needed her.

And I feel like I’m dreaming when Posy rises up on her knees, trapping my cock beneath her. Our eyes lock as she slowly takes me inside, her tight heat surrounding me inch by luscious inch. When she lowers her ass into my lap, fully seated, her eyelashes flutter. She lets out the most deliciously helpless sound.

For a moment, everything stops. We share a slow breath. Her face is flushed, and her pupils are blown. And my world shrinks down to the small space of my lap, where Posy and I are locked into this most intimate embrace. “You’re exquisite,” I breathe, my hands cupping her face. I give her a quick kiss, and then