The Specialist (Norcross #3) - Anna Hackett Page 0,32

then forcibly pulled her mouth back to his. As he stroked her, she felt her temperature rising. Then she was going up in flames. She circled her hips, moving against his oh-so-clever fingers.

“You’re soaked.” His finger played with her, before sinking deep.

She opened her eyes, rocking on his hand. “Easton.”

She stared blindly at the night sky and wondered if anyone could see them out on the terrace. Probably not, but the thought gave her a little thrill.

He pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his. She held him tight, needing the anchor to keep from flying apart.

“I can feel your sweet pussy clenching on my fingers, Harlow.”

His sexy words and deep voice made her belly contract.

“So tight and wet. You’ll feel so good when I finally slide my aching cock inside you.”

“Easton… Oh, God.” She was so close.

He reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. He shoved one shoulder off.

She shivered. The night air was cold, but it was what he was doing to her that earned the reaction.

She was wild for him.

He stroked her nipple through her lace bra. Her nipples were hard little nubs, and she ground down on his hand, just pure sensation now.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He pulled her up, his mouth closing on one lace-covered breast.

Oh, God. “Yes.”

His thumb stroked her clit, his hot mouth sucked on her nipple. If anyone could see them, they’d see her in her boss’ lap, totally undone as he drove her closer to a massive orgasm.

His fingers kept pumping inside her.

“Easton.”

“Come for me, Harlow.”

She trembled, her hands digging into his shoulders, she was riding a thin edge.

He yanked her closer, his mouth taking hers—a hard, punishing claim.

Harlow’s orgasm hit her like a deluge. Her hips moved wildly, and his mouth captured her cries.

She slumped against him, small tremors running through her.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful, Harlow.” He tugged her hair hard and his gaze ran over her face, then he kissed her. It was slower, more deliberate, and left her heart racing.

Then he rose, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She clamped her legs around his lean waist.

His mouth was back on hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was filled with desperate hunger.

He strode inside.

Harlow kissed him back, wild for him. Eager to feel those strong hands on her again, to hear his masculine groans, and feel the heavy weight of him on her.

She wanted to be possessed by Easton Norcross.

She shimmied against the hard bulge in his trousers. He cursed and dropped her on the bed.

He was silhouetted by the golden glow from the terrace. He didn’t look like the handsome civilized businessman now. No, he looked ruthless. A pirate about to claim his spoils.

He leaned over her and gripped her dress. He pulled it off her with quick, impatient yanks.

There was hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her. She lay there in only her black lace bra and panties.

He straightened and unbuttoned his shirt. Harlow’s belly contracted. He pulled the fabric off.

Oh, hell. He was perfection. Hard, defined muscles covered in bronze skin. Intricate tattoos crossed his chest, and she was sure each image told a story. Fascinating tribal-like tattoos wound around his arms.

Then his hands were on her. He reached under her and her bra was gone.

“Fuck, you have gorgeous breasts.” He cupped one and she arched into him. Each stroke on her skin was an assault on her senses.

Then he gripped her panties. He shocked the hell out of her by ripping them off her.

She gasped. The heat in his gaze left her trembling, the need in her a hot, vicious thing.

He leaned over her, pinning her to the bed. His mouth on hers in a scorching, voracious kiss. She strained against him, loving the feel of that hard body on hers. She fumbled with the waistband of his trousers.

“Off,” she demanded.

“Not yet.” He bit her neck.

Sensation washed through her.

He moved lower, between her breasts. She arched like a bow.

“Easton—”

Then he nipped her belly. She turned mindless. She wanted him inside her. Now.

But he had other ideas.

He shoved her thighs apart. “Need to taste you, Harlow.”

Then his mouth was between her legs.

Oh, oh. Her hands clamped in his hair.

He sucked her clit, then licked up along her folds.

“So damn sweet.” She felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. “Knew you would be.”

Then his mouth was back on her.

Harlow heard the desperate sounds she made—moans, gasps, cries.

Then her second climax