Page 16 of Anger Bang
Her fingers were in his hair, holding tight as if to keep him in place. Oh yeah, she didn’t need to worry about him going anywhere. He may have fooled himself into thinking she was too quiet and shy to really mean what she said about having an acquaintances-with-benefits thing, but he knew better now. He’d have to be stone-cold dead to miss that fact when her soft lips were glued to his like they were sharing oxygen on their way up from the depths of the ocean.
Thea was all in—and so was he.
The realization severed whatever this-probably-isn’t-a-good-idea ties had been holding him frozen in place. He deepened the kiss as he dropped his hands to her hips, pulling her tight to him. Fuck, she felt good, with her lush body pressed against his so close he could feel the hard, pointed tips of her nipples against his chest. She let out a soft moan and slid her hands down between them, setting off a line of crackling fire that went all the way to his hard cock.
Damn. It was always the quiet ones.
He should have known.
Don’t get him wrong—the kiss, her touch, was hot as fucking hell at high noon during the dog days of summer, but there was more than a little something to be said for taking their time.
“Whoa,” he murmured as he grabbed her southbound hands before they got to the top button of his jeans. “Is there a reason for the rush?”
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust and her lips kiss-swollen. “Is there a reason to go slow?”
“The fact that you just asked me tells me yes.” He grinned at her. Oh, she was about to find outallthe answer to that.
Annoyance flickered in her suddenly narrow-eyed gaze, and she stiffened in his arms. “Look, I’m not some tender virgin paleontologist. I have sex. I have toys. I masturbate in the shower with the shower handset on pulse.”
The image of every one of her curves slick and soapy as she cupped her tits with one hand and directed the pulsating water toward her clit with the other came to him fully formed before he could take his next breath. Nothing he’d ever seen before or imagined had been so damn hot. Fucking A. He was burning up, and it took everything he had not to just go along with her plan for speed—but that wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t let it. A man who’d rush with a woman like Thea was a special kind of fool.
“There’s more to great orgasms than just repetition,” he said as he whirled her around so her sweet cushy ass nestled up against his cock.
The moment they made contact, he had to close his eyes against the rush of lust that blasted through him. Fuck. He let out a harsh breath and mentally grabbed hold of his wavering sense of control, steadying it again before he lost it.
The iron grip he always kept on himself was what made sex the perfect release—in no small part because of the mix of desire and denial that reinforced the rigid walls that compartmentalized his life. Work here. Play there. Family and friends over there.
Order had to be retained.
Always.
And no weeklong fuck fest with the bride’s awkward, hot sister was going to change that—and it would be for the whole time they were here, whether she realized it yet or not. It was time to show her exactly how this was going to go.
He gave the area around them a quick scan for cameras and lurking production crew as he skimmed his palms over her hips and down the outside of her flowy skirt. Not spotting any—which was unlikely anyway, given how far past the staff-only barrier they were—he began bunching her skirt up, little by little, inching it upward as her breathing grew shaky. Meanwhile, he was having trouble remembering to breathe at all. There was just something about Thea that wound him up tighter than a metal spring.
Fighting against every overwhelming urge he had to just yank her skirt up or simply slip his hand underneath the hem, he continued achingly, slowly as he pictured her wet pussy swollen with desire. She may argue that she wasn’t sweet, but he was willing to bet the advance on his next book contract that she tasted like honeyed heaven, and he couldn’t wait to be proven right.
“Thea,” he said against the sensitive spot behind her earlobe that smelled of fresh juicy peaches, cotton sheets straight out of the dryer, and unexpected trouble.
“Yes?” she said, the single word sounding more like a sigh than a response.
“You’re a scientist, right?” Yeah, he’d been listening when she gave him that what-for.
She nodded.
“So what I’m proposing is an experiment,” he said, stilling his hands even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “We do things my way.” He dropped a quick kiss behind her ear. “Take our time.”
“Out here?” she asked, sounding more than a little interested.
He kissed his way down the side of her throat. “Yes, out here.”
He could feel the war raging inside her as lust battled with the risk of getting caught by another wedding guest, by the cameras, by someone from the resort. This was when he should step back and give her space to make up her mind. Normally he would have, but there was something about being with Thea out here in the middle of nowhere with only the stars for company as the fire crackled behind them that took him somewhere he didn’t normally go, someplace a little less controlled than usual.
So as she battled her better angels, he started raising her skirt again at a torturously deliberate pace until the cool mountain breeze that never seemed to stop blowing brushed against her now exposed panties. Resisting every single instinct yelling for him to do otherwise, he stopped moving, breathing, and even fucking thinking. The rest of everything and everyone else tied to this ridiculous wedding from hell disappeared. There were just the two of them on the edge. And just when he was about to get lost in the heat and the want and the anticipation of it all, she let out a needy, desperate groan. Not answering that sound with a touch, a kiss, a reason for her to make it again was a punch to the gut, but he stayed the course.
“If you’ll let me,” he said, holding tight to the material of her skirt bunched in his hands, “I’ll show you exactly how good it can feel to draw all of this out, to give yourself time to anticipate, to need, to be desperate for what comes next.”
She pushed her hips back, grinding her ass hard against his dick. “Kade.”
