Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,29

fingers against the wet, slick heat of her body had them both gasping, teeth biting into lower lips in anticipation of what was to come. The second slide of skin upon skin had Tess’s eyes easing shut, her body swaying into his caress, silently begging for more. Adam kept his focus on her face, soaking in every erotic turn of her expression, burning them all into his memory.

“Ohhhhh noooo.” Tess opened her eyes, stepping back and out of his reach, her head shaking back and forth. “Naughty boy. You’re not going to distract me. Hands down. Stay put.”

Adam chuckled at her tone, contemplating whether to let her run this show but realizing that he was never in control of any situation with Tess.

Tess walked back a few paces, staring down at him, her eyes dark emerald with need but assessing, full of all the wicked plans she had on her mind. He clenched his hands at his sides, determined to sit back and see what she would do to him.

“I feel like I’m overdressed for this activity,” Tess murmured, her fingers drifting over the edge of the V-neck of her dress, between her breasts, and down to where her dress tied at the side. A quick movement and her dress opened, sliding to the floor at her feet in a swoosh of fabric and leaving her standing before him in nothing but a gorgeous black bra and panty set, a gold necklace, high heels and a sinful grin. “Much better.”

Adam groaned, digging his heels into the carpet as he resisted every urge to reach out and take.

“Having that dress on would have made it so difficult to do this,” Tess said, dropping to her knees in front of him, shifting onto all fours as she slowly crawled across the floor toward him.

Adam moaned, ending on what suspiciously sounded like a whimper, the dirty twist of her lips making his heart thunder in his chest and his ears. He stared at her as she covered the short distance between them, back arched like a cat and eyes locked on his own. He held his breath when she was right in front of him, releasing it on a shudder when her hands slowly slid up both of his calves to his thighs, finally ending on the swollen bulge making his pants very tight.

“Remember. My rules,” Tess warned him again, her fingers hovering over his zipper until he gave a terse nod of agreement.

She undid his belt, then the button, sliding down the zipper with a metallic sound that was as loud as thunder rumbling in this office, the whole world vectored down to just the two of them. Tess’s hand wrapped around him and his eyes shut hard, his groan of pleasure reverberating behind his clenched teeth, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. He willed himself to not break the rules and risk Tess stopping.

Up and down her hand glided along his length, her voice a deeper, huskier version of her typical tone. “Adam, I want this in my mouth. Can I?”

“Oh my God, yes. Please.”

Adam stared down as she leaned back in and took his erection deep into her mouth. Lips clamped tight around his flesh, Tess bobbed her head up and down, the rhythm leading to a slow burn in his groin, his belly. Unable to resist the urge to touch, to thrust into her wet heat, his fingers slid into the auburn silk of her hair, his body throbbing at the sound of her whimper.

“Damn, Tess, you’re so beautiful.” His words cut off but the lust in her eyes, the electricity of their attraction, snapped across the distance between their bodies. And like the images burned on the back of his eyelids after a lightning strike, he knew this sight would be branded on his brain. The burn of her touch intensified until he was almost there, way too soon for how he needed this to end. “Stop. Stop, baby, I need to be inside you.”

Tess moved up and over his body, kissing him hard and fierce. “All you had to do was ask.”

There was nothing better than Adam Redhawk wanting her.

Tess had known enough men in her life, spent enough time in their beds to know who would forget her the minute the sheets cooled, but Adam was different. The rules were that this was going to be temporary, and she wouldn’t contemplate a change to that, but she knew that he would remember this time