Mismatch - By Nana Malone Page 0,13
at her lips and held her ass in place. Involuntarily, she rocked against him, and he moaned. “We'll get to the bed. But first, I have something else in mind.” His hands started tugging on the fabric of her dress.
Having a good idea where he wanted to take things, Jessica dropped her head back. “Oh, God. I don’t know if I can take this.”
“Oh, I'm pretty sure you can.” He rocked his hips into her.
She met his thrust with her own, relishing the thick length and feel of his erection. Needing to feel him inside her. “How are you so sure?”
“Because you’re hot. I can feel it. I want to see just how hot I can make you burn.”
He stepped into her space, forcing her to either hold her ground and have his hard, sexy form plastered against her body, or stagger a step back and plaster herself against the doorframe. She chose the cowardly route, though that only delayed the inevitable. He braced both his hands on either side of her head and leaned in.
With a deep growl, he slid his hands down her bare back and over the curve of her ass to the backs of her legs. He lifted her up, urging her legs around his hips, all the while devouring her lips. Raw need and energy rolled off of him in waves that scorched her skin and made her feel like she could combust at any moment.
“What are you doing?” She breathed. “We can’t do this out here.”
His hips rolled into hers, and the thick, hard length of him rubbed against her heated core. “Do you feel how hard I am? I can’t think straight when I look at you. You’re making me lose control.”
Jessica studied him. He was not the kind of man to lose control. But she was bringing him to that edge? She liked the sound of that. Tentatively, she rocked her hips again.
His hands stole beneath the satin fabric of her dress, skimming up her thighs and delving between their bodies. He hissed as he came into contact with her slick flesh again. “You are so hot. Still slick.”
He braced his forehead against hers and caressed her sensitive flesh with his thumb. Stroking up and down, he spread her juices from cleft to clit. A low keening sound bubbled from her throat before she could stop it. His thumb circled her wet opening before dipping in, and Jessica arched her back into his strokes. “Yes. Please.”
When he stroked upward again and circled her clit, Jessica’s thighs quivered, and she bit back a moan. Without even trying, he could take her so close to the edge.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet since the club.” It didn’t hurt that he’d licked her to orgasm already.
He nuzzled her neck and inhaled. “I’m starting to think waiting was a mistake. You have me a little on edge.”
His strokes on her clit were so gentle and numbingly slow, she ached for more. Ached for all of him. But he seemed determined not to give it to her. Impatient, she rolled her hips into his thumb. The hand holding up her bottom squeezed, and he nipped her neck. “You keep that up, and I will fuck you out here instead of on your bed.”
“Who said I wanted to be in the bed?” she said with a smile.
His body jerked, then abruptly his thumb stopped stroking her and worked the button and zipper of his slacks.
Jessica reached for him, eager to help.
He shoved her hands away. “You touch my cock right now and this is over. I’ll be coming outside of you instead of inside you.”
***
With shaking hands, Eli fought for control. She smelled so good—spicy and sweet. Her perfume wove an intoxicating trap around him, like her scent was a direct line to his cock. The heat from her core surrounded his dick, and he waged war with himself trying to keep things under control.
She rocked her hips again, and he ground out a curse. Come on, man, she wants you. The other part of his brain said, But I’m not an animal. I’m not going to take her at the front door where anyone with the gate code could come in and see her. And back and forth the war went until she dug her hands in his hair and tugged him close.
“I need you now.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His mind held onto the tether of control for only a second more. Using his body to