Page 12 of One Night Gamble
She pushed herself against him, rocking against the finger in her body, and he used his thumb to catch her clit with each thrust of her hips. Her head rolled back against his shoulder and her free hand came up to pinch her nipple. He brushed her hand aside and did that for her.
She continued to rock against him until he felt her tightening around his finger and she cried out his name, arching against him as her orgasm rolled through her.
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Talia had never experienced anything like being with Casey. She’d been so focused on school and working that there hadn’t been time to indulge herself in something that felt so good.
She opened her eyes and saw that he was watching her in the mirror. Their eyes met and she smiled. He returned her smile, but then added a slight grimace. She felt his erection, still hot and hard, pressed against her backside.
“That looked…hot. I knew once I got close to you, that fire you have was going to burn me.”
She wasn’t sure how to take that, so she turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. His hands slid over her body, cupping her ass as she went up on tiptoe and drew his mouth down to hers.
She wanted a kiss that showed him that she still wanted him. That the little appetizer orgasm she’d just had wasn’t enough. She wanted everything he had to give her and she wasn’t about to stop.
He lifted her off her feet and placed her on the hall table, right on top of the diamond. The wood was cool against the back of her thighs and she shifted so she felt more secure. He stepped forward, his trouser-clad legs pushing her bare thighs farther apart.
She locked her heels together behind his hips and reached up to touch his chest. He had a tattoo on the muscles over his left pec and she traced it. It was a winning card hand. If she needed further proof that this man was dangerous to her heart, this was it.
Her arms fell away from him, but he caught her hand, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a kiss in the center of her palm. Sensation spread up her arm from the touch of his lips, and her nipples, which were already hard from his teasing, tightened.
Her breasts felt so full and needy. He drew one finger down the center of her body, the backs of his fingers brushing against the sides of her breasts as he moved down toward her belly button. He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off the table and pulling her panties down her legs and off. He dropped them on the floor behind him and stepped back, his eyes never leaving her body.
She had never thought of her body as pin-up worthy, but the appreciation in his eyes made her rethink that. She leaned back on her elbows and arched her back slightly so that her breasts were thrust forward. Then she parted her legs so that the feminine secrets between them were revealed and watched him as he studied her.
His hand moved to his cock, stroking himself through his pants, and she smiled when he groaned as he realized what he was doing.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I am. But I still need you to use a condom,” she said. Her life was one big chaotic mess, and more often than not, she tended to stumble deeper into it. She wasn’t taking any chances.
“Of course,” he said.
“Will you stay here…just as you are…while I go and get something?” he asked.
She nodded and he pivoted on his heel, walking down the hall and disappearing through one of the doorways. He was back not even a minute later, bare-chested, with a box of condoms in hand.
He was all tanned skin and muscles. The tattoo which had put her off earlier, she simply ignored. This was a hookup. Sex. Nothing more. It didn’t matter to her if he lived his life on the roll of the dice, because in the morning she’d be gone.
He put the box on the table behind her and took one out of it, placing it right next to her. Then he stepped back between her legs, as if no time had passed. Putting his hands on her hips, he drew her forward until she felt the ridge of his cock against her center.
Then, finally, he lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss was deep and took everything she had to give. He left no room for doubt or thinking. This was carnal and real. She firmly shut her mind off and focused on the way he felt. On the sensation of his hands moving up and down her back as his tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. She felt him rubbing himself against her and reached between their bodies, undoing the button that held his pants closed and then lowering the zipper. She pulled her mouth from his and pushed her hands into the back of his pants, until she could shove the fabric down and out of her way.
He wore a pair of gray-colored cotton boxer briefs that hugged his body and left nothing to her imagination. He stepped back, kicking the trousers off his feet, and then shoved his underwear down his legs.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from him. His erection was thick and long, and she couldn’t resist reaching out and putting her hand around it, moving it up and down. When it jumped in her hand, she rubbed her finger over the tip and then pushed her hand lower to cup his balls.
He moaned again, and she felt the moisture at his tip. Caught it on her finger and rubbed it into his head.
He groaned again and pushed her hand off of him, then reached for the condom.
“Sorry, love, but if I don’t get this on right now, I’m afraid it’s going to be a one-man show tonight. And I’m not interested in playing solitaire.”
She had to smile at his words. “I’m not interested in that, either.”
“Good,” he said with a lot of enthusiasm as he tore open the condom packet and rolled it down the length of his cock. He stepped toward her and opened her thighs to make room for him.
But he didn’t surge forward. Instead, she felt the brush of his lips against her collarbone as his hand came up behind her, holding her with his arm against her back.
