No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,30

pleasure that made her shift in her chair. With excruciating thoroughness, he licked his way all the way to the tip, then drew the digit deep once again.

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip to hold in another groan. She felt that suctioning pull on her nipples, which peaked into tight, hard pebbles against her top. And when he flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin between her fingers, it was as though he somehow had a direct link to her sex and had just stroked his tongue deep between the moist folds of flesh between her thighs. She had the vague thought that if he kept this up, she was going to end up climbing onto his lap right here and now and demand satisfaction.

Abruptly, he stopped and let go of her hand, jarring her back to reality and the fact that they were in a room full of people. But the hungry look in his eyes told her that he was just as affected as she was. The air between them was fueled with sexual tension, and she needed an orgasm so badly, she was close to begging for it.

Finished playing it safe, she decided to do exactly that. “Aiden—”

He pressed two fingers against her lips and shook his head to stop her words, clearly wanting to be the one to take the lead. “I have one final dare for you, Chloe,” he said, his voice low, gruff and just aggressive enough to pique her interest. “I want you. My room. My way. All night long.”

She shivered, the promise of pleasure and ecstasy implicit in his proposition. Her answer came without any hesitation whatsoever. “Yes.”

7

AS SOON AS they stepped into Aiden’s hotel room and the door shut behind them, Chloe found herself pressed against the nearest wall with his lips claiming hers in a deep, toe-curling kiss. He skimmed his hands along her curves, palms hard, seeking and propriety. Just the way she liked it.

Reaching the hem of her dress, he pulled the material upward, and she lifted her arms so he could pull it off in one smooth motion, leaving her clad in just her bra, panties and heels. His seductive mouth came back to hers again, his need and hunger matching hers as she eagerly shoved his jacket off his shoulders and helped him out of his shirt, until she was finally able to touch his naked chest.

His skin was hot and firm, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as she dragged her palms all the way down to the waistband of his slacks. Beyond anxious to feel the thick length of his erection in her hands, she fumbled with his belt, trying desperately to release the strip of leather from the buckle so she could unzip his pants.

A rough groan rumbled in his chest, and he grasped both of her wrists and pinned her hands at the sides of her head. He abruptly ended their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, their panting breaths mingling.

“We need to slow this down,” he rasped in a hoarse voice.

She rolled her hips toward his, teasing and tempting him the best she could. “Why?”

Bracing his strong thighs against hers to keep her in place, which also served to nudge the impressive ridge of his erection against her belly, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his warm, soft lips. “Because I want to savor everything about this night.”

A full-bodied shiver shimmied through her. She turned her head to the side, giving his mouth better access to her throat, and anything else he wanted. She understood his need to enjoy every moment, because there would be no repeat performances once they returned to Boston and their respective campaigns. But right now, she was anxious and impatient and slow seemed...well, too damned slow.

“We can do slow later,” she said, groaning as he nipped her earlobe. “You put me right to the edge of an orgasm at dinner and I’m dying for it.”

He lifted his head and stared down at her, his expression both pleased and cocky. There were no lights on in his room, but the drapes were wide open and an ample amount of moonlight spilled in, illuminating his gorgeous features and the wicked glint in his eyes.

“All in good time, Reiss,” he murmured, and released her hands so they fell back to her sides. “My way, remember? And we’ve got the rest of the night to do it a dozen other ways. But right