Page 26 of The Decadent Gift (The Gift 3)
My dick twitched at her words. “You did? Like you figured I was a sexual giver?”
She nodded, mischief in her eyes, her lips curving up as she subtly rocked her hips against me. “I didn’t expect that to happen. I didn’t see you that way at first. Empirically, I knew you were handsome, but I didn’t feel it in my body until then. Because what you did took a lot of guts and a lot of confidence.”
I rolled my hips up against her, letting her know what she was doing to me. “And that aroused you?”
Her voice went husky. “Confidence is such a turn-on. And you had so much of it. And then the morning after, at the diner, I saw you in a new light. As this wildly sexual creature.”
Best. Compliment. Ever. “Please make me a plaque saying that. Jake Hamilton, Wildly Sexual Creature.”
She seemed emboldened, sounded awestruck. But it was also as if talking had unlocked something inside her. Like she was free to share these thoughts for the first time. “I started to wonder what you’d be like in bed. What you’d say. How you’d handle my fantasies.”
I liked where this was going. “Do you ever fantasize about me?”
She nodded. “I do. I have. So many times.”
A groan worked its way up my chest. My dick was ready to go again and again and again. “That’s so fucking sexy. Tell me more, baby. What did you think about us? What did you picture us doing?”
She seemed lost in her world, enrapt in sharing as she moved her body back and forth. “I imagined the things we might do. The roles we might play. I wondered if you’d like them. Get into them.”
Gripping her hips harder, I rocked with her. “And your answer was yes?”
“The more I thought about you, the more it seemed like a yes.”
No wonder I’d been fascinated with Kate for the last several months. We’d seen the same thing in each other. “Kate,” I said, gravel in my voice.
“Yes?”
“The reason we’ve been flirting? The reason we’ve been trying to figure each other out?”
“Yes?”
“It’s because we were reading lust and attraction in each other. We were seeing desire and need.”
She let out a sensual moan. “I think we were. I think we were dancing around it for months until last night.”
“And now we’re having it.”
Her gaze locked with mine. “I want to have it again. I do. I really do.”
“Ask, and you shall receive,” I said, stripping off her blouse, getting her fully naked at last.
She pushed my shirt off the rest of the way, and it felt like a new level of intimacy.
I moved from under her to shed my pants and boxers so we were both down to nothing.
That felt fitting.
Here I was with this woman who already intrigued me, and she had given me all the more reason to find her compelling. Because she wanted to experiment. Because she wanted a man to trust. A man to give her pleasure.
And there was nothing—nothing on heaven or earth—I wanted more than to give her that.
I brought her back on top of me. “You deserve to feel good. You deserve all the pleasure in the world,” I told her.
“I want it. I want it from you,” she whispered.
Grazing a hand down her body, I played with the hair on her pubic bone, then spoke low and dirty. “Mr. Hamilton would like to see you on his face right now. Fuck my face till you see stars, and that’ll activate the bonus clause one more time.”
Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head, then she licked her lips, glided up me, and in seconds, I’d pulled her sweet, hot center to my mouth, groaning the moment I made contact.
Once she started moving, her mouth did too.
The words that fell from her lips told me that this was one of her fantasies.
She fell right back into her role, rattling off Ms. Williams’s thoughts.
I thought about this while we were signing the deal.
In the conference room, I was squirming.
Picturing this as we reviewed the paperwork. Right then and there. Climbing you. Riding you. Oh God, riding you just like this.
As I licked and sucked her sweetness, her sentences grew choppy, short, and her words became incoherent sounds.
I was in dirty heaven too, doing my favorite thing in the world—making a woman feel spectacular.
But not just any woman.
This woman.
The one I’d pictured. The one I wanted to know. The one I was getting to know tonight.
I was learning her secret wishes.
Learning I was part of them.
And hell, that made electricity crackle in my veins.
It made my whole body sizzle with lust as I devoured her pussy, taking her to the edge.
She detonated, coming hard on my face, tasting like sin and desire.
She was the woman who knew my mind too, because when she slid down my body, she took me in her mouth and sucked me off till I was nothing but lust and filthy bliss as I came hard, my world spiraling away into a blur of pleasure and release.
