I am so screwed, Jane thought as Eric unsnapped her bra and placed his warm palms over her breasts. Her crush was morphing into something else entirely every minute she spent with him. He was fun. Flat-out fun. And a wicked-smart lawyer—which was the problem.
He scooted back on the sofa and leaned down, his warm breath fanning over her chest. Suddenly, the lawyer problem took a back seat to the heat roaring through her body, coalescing between her legs. She cried out when he touched his tongue to her nipple, then moaned as his lips met her flesh, his tongue making hot, slow circles.
She sank her fingers into his hair, pulling him even closer, encouraging him to take her deeper in his mouth. The man had some serious skills, so serious, she was pretty sure she could come just from this. Well, the fact it had been so long probably played into it, too, but before that could happen, he sat up and then stood, holding out a hand to help her to her feet. Her head spun from the excitement and sudden change of position.
“May I?” he asked, running his fingers inside the waistline of her jeans.
Afraid she would only squeak or say something embarrassing, she nodded, and he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped out, wearing only her purple lace panties.
“So pretty,” he said, running the tip of his forefinger over the lace on her hipbone. “Were you wearing these under your suit today?”
She shook her head. She’d changed when she got home.
He met her gaze directly. “Did you put them on for me?”
Not waiting for an answer, he kissed her, fingers still toying with the purple lace. Of course she had. She wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, but she’d hoped, deep inside, that something like this would happen.
“Counselor,” she said, pulling her mouth from his. “There is a great disparity in our states of undress. I appear to be at a significant disadvantage.”
He chuckled. “Allow me to remedy that, posthaste.”
And in no time, he’d shed his shoes, socks, suit pants, and boxers, all piled unceremoniously on the floor in a heap, leaving him gloriously naked and obviously pleased with that state.
Jane didn’t even try to hide the fact she was ogling him. Unabashed, she checked him out from head to toe and it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Eric Blackwell was beautiful. No doubt about it. Hidden under that business suit were a muscular chest, ridged abdomen, a narrow waist, and an erection that made her mouth water. The man’s body was a total lotto jackpot, and at that moment, she was holding the winning ticket.
She crossed to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, loving the feel of his naked skin against hers.
“Jane…” he whispered into her hair.
It was only one tiny three-letter word, but it might as well have been a complete manifesto. From the moment she said it, the tone changed. It went from carefree and playful to something far more driven and intense. Something meaningful.
He moved the coffee table a few feet into the room, then guided her to sit on the sofa. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them off, dropping to his knees in front of her, next to his pile of discarded clothes. Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited to see what he would do.
His hands were warm and firm as he trailed them up the insides of her thighs, urging them farther apart. He gently ran his thumbs over her center, and she bucked. The edges of his lips curled and he did it again, this time with more purpose, and it felt like electricity shot from his fingers into her body. Parting her, he ran his tongue where his thumbs had been, stopping and circling her most sensitive spot. Holy crap. Nothing had ever felt this good. Her head swam as her body hummed with electricity. She cried his name, and he circled faster, placing his mouth over her and taking her right to the edge.
It had been so long. So, so long since she’d found release with someone. And it had never been like this. Effortless and natural. No pretense. No worries he wasn’t into it. She had no doubt he was enjoying himself as he moaned and his tongue stroked her in a steady rhythm, hands roving up to her breasts.
She buried her fingers in his hair, urging him on as the tension built in her body. A sharp tweak of her nipples was all it took to send her there. Soaring, humming ecstasy rolled through her in wave after wave, her fingers digging into his hair as she screamed his name.
She didn’t have a clue how long it went on or how long she sat, arm over her eyes on the sofa as she came down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe it was the timing, or the fact it had been so long, or maybe it was her lack of self-consciousness with this man who made her laugh and had so many surprises up his sleeve…
Only he wasn’t wearing sleeves. He was completely naked on his knees between her legs. She dropped her arm and stared into his rich, brown eyes.
“Better?” The cocky smile on his face let her know the answer was as obvious to him as it was to her.
She grinned and sat up enough to touch him. He sucked in air through his teeth when she ran her hands down his abs, then exhaled in a puff as her fingers explored his erection.
“Yeah, I’m better,” she said. “But I could be even better.”
“I’m all ears.”
She circled the head of his penis with her forefinger. “No, you’re not.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing through his nose, as if summoning control—but she didn’t want him in control. She wanted him full-out crazy with lust, like she’d been only a short while ago. So, she scooted back farther and, leaning down, she replaced her finger with her tongue, circling him, then drawing him into her mouth.
“Holy…ah, God, Jane.” His body shuddered when she pulled back and then took him in deep again. “I want…” He put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her before she did it again. “I want…” He gave a frustrated huff, like he couldn’t find words—or was hesitant to say them.
“What?” She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to her, legs wrapped around him, his hardness fitting perfectly against her. They both groaned and she dropped her head back against the sofa cushion.
He thrust slightly, and the hard ridge of him slid through her wetness, making her body tighten all over again. “That,” he said. “You. I want you. To make love to you like I’ve dreamed of for almost two years.”