Page 15 of Lead Me On
“Jesus.” Sparks of pleasure slipped down his spine. He spun around and slid his hands around her small waist. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jane.”
“Thank you,” she answered politely, for some reason sinking away from him. It was so impossible that it took a moment for his mind to register that Jane Morgan was going to her knees.
“Jane,” he moaned, thinking he should protest. But his body seized control of his mind and shut it down with brutal efficiency. Jane was on her knees before him, little black glasses still perched on her nose, and she was reaching for the button of his Levi’s.
He’d fallen into some sort of alternative dimension. Been sucked into an X-rated video game. Nothing about this night made sense. Nothing about this current image made sense, but Jane’s fingers were sure and quick, and soon enough she was tugging his zipper down and slipping her hand into his jeans and past his underwear.
Her fingers slid against his bare dick and his breath hissed between his teeth. His whole body tingled with anticipation. He was completely off balance, with no idea what might happen next, and that sense of surprise seemed to push all his blood closer to the surface. Just the faint pressure of her fingertips on his shaft felt like the best sexual experience he’d ever had. And Jane was licking her lips as if there was more to come. Much more.
She tugged his jeans down a little and slipped his dick free, her hand curled firmly around the base. And then, just to complete the fantasy, Jane smiled up at him as if she had just unwrapped the best birthday present in the world.
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JANE TRIED NOTto let her hand curl too tightly around his cock. She didn’t want to squeeze too hard and scare the man, but good Lord, he was painfully gorgeous. Thick and hard and swelling even bigger as she watched. The head was wide, but the shaft was even wider.
Her sex pulsed with every beat of her heart.Thiswas a man. With his rough hands and tattoos and thick erection. Her bodyneededhim.
She stroked him slowly, taking in the shape and weight of him. Her mouth watered as she traced a fingertip around the flared head.
“Jane,” he murmured again, and she glanced up at him with a smile as she slipped her glasses off. Then she pressed a chaste kiss to the tip. The muscles of his stomach jumped.
Still smiling, she closed her eyes and tasted him. Just a taste, just a slow swirl of her tongue around the head. He smelled of soap and tasted faintly of the salty fluid that glistened at the tip. “Mmm,” she purred as she parted her lips and pressed a wet kiss.
Then she took him inside her mouth.
“Ah, God,” he groaned. His hand stroked her hair, the calluses catching faintly at the strands. Jane gave herself up to her lust and slid him deep. She licked and sucked him until he was fully primed, until his hand shook against her temple and his breath rushed from his lungs. She wanted more, wanted to keep going, but she couldn’t risk him finishing this way. She had plans for this man, and they didn’t involve sleepy cuddling.
After one last lick, she set him free. “Ready?” she asked.
His eyes opened, but the pupils were wide and distant. “What?”
Laughing, she stood and tilted her head toward the hallway.
“Oh.” He pulled up his boxer briefs and half-zipped his jeans. “I was ready before. Now I’m incoherent.”
“I noticed.”
Chase arched an eyebrow and took one of her hands to tug her toward the bedroom. “You break a man down and then you mock him? That’s cold.”
“Or hot.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a smile. “Or hot.”
When they crossed the threshold of his bedroom, Jane was still laughing, but he took care of that by pulling her into his arms.
His naked belly touched hers and his arms circled her waist as they kissed again. He was an excellent kisser, even more so now that he was turned on and losing control. The thrusting of his tongue got Jane even wetter than she had been.
She felt the slide of his hands up her back, felt his fingers work briefly at her bra before the straps fell free. Jane inched away and let it slide down her arms.
Power coursed through her as she watched his reaction. Men liked her breasts. They were large, a full size D, and she could see Chase’s appreciation in the widening of his eyes and the parting of his lips. She shouldn’t feel powerful because of that. Men liked breasts. She hadn’t accomplished anything admirable by shrugging off her bra, but Jane still raised her chin and arched her back and reveled in the lust in his eyes.
“Damn,” he breathed, starting to reach for her, but Jane put her hand to his naked chest and pushed him back until his legs touched the mattress. He sat down hard, still gazing up at her breasts.
Jane toed off her heels, then pushed down her lace panties.
“Damn,” Chase repeated, this time with a smile. “You should be arrested for hiding under all those clothes, Miss Jane. You look like a wet dream walking.”
“Oh, yeah? So you think it’d be a good idea to show a little cleavage to the surveyors every morning?”
