kissed him, soft kisses all over his chest while her hands stroked, and he had to struggle to take a breath, a ball of emotion sitting hard behind his breastbone. Desire and something else, something deeper somehow, more complex.
The way she touched him, as though he was precious, made the feeling get heavier and heavier. Part of him wanted to throw her to the floor and take her to make the feeling go away, while another part wanted to be quiet and still and bask in those light, tantalizing caresses.
Her hands slid down, over the fly of his trousers, pressing him through the cloth, and he had to bite back a groan. “Christie.” Her name sounded rough, guttural.
She pulled open the button, undid the zipper, cool fingers pushing under the material of his boxers to curl around his aching cock, holding him.
“God…” His hands fisted at his sides as sensation rocketed through him, her fingers squeezing gently.
She stopped what she was doing. “Am I hurting you?”
Jesus Christ, was she serious? But that familiar crease was back between her eyebrows, a worried look on her face.
“No,” he managed to force out between gritted teeth. “But if you keep doing that, things could get embarrassing extremely quickly.”
Her fingers curled tighter and a small, satisfied smile turned her mouth. “Oh, good.” Then she leaned forward again, and he felt her tongue on his skin as she licked him like a kitten.
God, he loved this new confidence in her. The only problem was if she kept stroking him like that, he’d never be able to last.
She pushed aside his shirt and her hot mouth closed around his nipple. Joseph groaned as her teeth scraped his skin. “Naughtygirl,” he said roughly, “I’m sorry. But consider me seduced.”
Then he moved, turning her so she was up against the wall this time, and his hands were in her hair, pulling her head back, kissing her surprised mouth, tasting her heat and the essential, intoxicating flavor that was all Christie.
She gave a moan of protest, but he’d gotten past the stage of being able to let her have free rein. He wanted her with a need that bordered on desperation.
He pushed her dress up, the silk of it feeling rough in comparison with the smoothness of her thighs, then shoved aside the material of her panties. There was a tense moment when he had to grab his wallet for the condom he knew was in there—at least he hoped to Christ it was—but then he found the packet and it only took a couple of seconds to protect them both.
Then he lifted her against the wall, one leg hauled high around his waist, and he pushed into her tight, wet heat, her soft cry of pleasure in his ear.
The feel of her around him stunned him, and for a moment he couldn’t move, unable to do anything but stand there, trying to get his breath, trying to hold back. He shook with need, with the tight, desperate feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away.
Her fingers cupped his face. “Joseph…” Her voice was soft and husky as she tilted his head. Then her mouth was on him, kissing him softly, gently. More kisses along his jaw, his cheek, and finally his mouth. Calming him. Soothing him.
And somehow he found the strength to move, slowly, deeply inside her. The kiss went on and on, becoming something so intense it hurt to breathe. But he didn’t want it to stop. Didn’t ever want it to stop.
She whispered his name, and then he found her green eyes staring into his. Full of an emotion he couldn’t have named even if he’d wanted to.
And he looked and kept looking, feeling the pleasure wind tighter and tighter until at last her lashes fluttered and she groaned, her body convulsing around him. Only then did he let himself go, the tide of sensation gathering him in, breaking over him, drowning him.
Long minutes later, he felt her fingers in his hair, stroking him, the scent of sex and Christie an intoxicating mix that already had him wanting more. So much more.
Even hours later, in the depths of the night, with her lying quiet and fast asleep beside him, Joseph still felt hungry for her. As if holding her, making love to her, wasn’t enough.
His arms tightened around her.
He should have been bored by now. Should have moved on to someone else. But he wasn’t bored and he realized he didn’t want to move on. He