CHAPTER FOUR
Laurel was going to combust from a single kiss.
It was wrong on so many levels.
They shouldn’t be having sex the morning after their boss was murdered. It wasn’t right, respectful, or even remotely acceptable. Why, then, did she part her lips wanting more?
He tasted of whiskey. She could always blame the alcohol, but she didn’t think that would fly in the grand scheme of things. He ran his tongue across her lower lip after stating he’d made the rules of this game they were in, almost as if he were hypnotizing her with his flavor. Maybe he was.
“We shouldn’t…”
Laurel gasped in response when Smith took her arm and pinned it against her lower half. He was usually a gentle lover, thoroughly loving every inch of her body before taking his own pleasure. Yes, there were times when the sex needed to be fast and hot, but she’d always been equally rushed on those occasions.
“My rules.” Smith lightly bit her lower lip, but yet hard enough to leave a stinging sensation that blossomed into a burning arousal. He raised his head and met her gaze, momentarily paralyzing her with his simmering intensity. Her nipples hardened against his chest. “But we’ll have to go over those changes later. Right now, I want you.”
Smith continued to walk them toward the bed, not stopping until she was laying on the comforter with him standing over her. His dark gaze traveled the length of her body as he shrugged out of his dress shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She was used to the rising heat in this bedroom, but something was different this time…the rules. And she wasn’t sure how to change them back.
“Put both your hands above your head.” Laurel would have laughed had she not sensed his authority surrounding her. The nerves in her body began to awaken at his introduction, all but telling her that this was what she wanted from him. She didn’t try to fight her own needs. “Leave them there.”
Laurel wanted to ask what he would do should she go against that directive, but his knee sinking into the mattress beside her stole her breath. His was imposing dressed, but he was all man in the nude. The faint hint of his cologne surrounded her as he leaned down and pressed his warm lips against the side of her neck. She let her head fall to the side in acceptance.
She would allow this momentary lapse of control because she needed the intimacy his touch could provide. She needed to feel something other than the consuming fear and horror she’d experienced earlier that morning. The brush of his fingers against the side of her breast had her arching for more than a mere caress.
Smith answered her unspoken plea by trailing his lips down the curve of her shoulder, over the swell of her flesh, and closing them over her highly sensitive nipple. She cried out when his tongue stroked over the stiff tip. The overwhelming sensation had her capturing his dark hair in between her fingers.
Immediately, a rush of cool air hit her nipple when he raised his head. The heat within his gaze was likely to catch her body on fire and burn them both down.
“Put your hands back where they were, sweetheart.” Smith shifted both of them so that her head was on the pillow. He then whispered into her ear. “I’m not going to tell you again.”
Laurel sunk her fingers deep into the goose down pillow as Smith began to have his way with her. There were no other words to describe the way his lips, tongue, and teeth pleasured her with no opposition in his way. By the time he made it back to her nipples, she was on the verge of an orgasm of epic proportions.
“You hold back.” At first, Laurel thought she’d only imagined hearing those words. She was so caught up in what his fingers were doing to her nipples that all she could hear was her own labored breathing. “Every time you come for me, you hold a piece of yourself back. Not tonight.”
Smith pinched both of her nipples hard enough to chase away the panic that threatened to consume her with his intense observation. Sharp arousal spread from her breasts to her clitoris, where her pussy was now throbbing in aching need. She didn’t hesitate to part her thighs when his right hand began to travel lower. She wanted more. She needed more.
“I want you to feel every stroke of my fingers and every lick of my tongue.”
Laurel wasn’t so sure he hadn’t lit a match to her fuse. His fingertips barely brushed over her clit, but the feather light touch sent tingling heat straight to her core. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was obvious that she was wet from the way his finger slid so easily inside her folds. Unfortunately, he didn’t quite give her body what it needed.
“You’re still holding back, Laurel.” Smith nipped the sensitive skin on her inner thigh, having moved farther down to settle himself between her legs. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want my neighbors to know who’s giving you all this pleasure.”
Smith spread her folds until she was open to him, the swipe of his tongue almost painful against the sensitive ball of tissue. She moaned her pleasure, not sure why that wasn’t enough for him. She barely had any sensation left in her hands from how tightly they dug into the pillow for support. When he suckled her engorged clit into his mouth, she squeezed her elbows around her ears to try and lessen the ringing that had set up permanent residence inside her head.
Her orgasm was seconds away.
“Don’t you come for me just yet, sweetheart.” Smith pulled away from her, causing her to release a groan of frustration. “I’m nowhere near done with you, so you settle back and enjoy the journey.”
“Smith, just get on with it,” Laurel pleaded, done with whatever point he was trying to make. Her body couldn’t take much more of this foreplay.
“This,” Smith said, surprising her when he was suddenly on top of her. The palm of his hand cupped her pussy, capturing her warmth. “Will never. Be. Over.”
Laurel parted her lips in surprise when his middle finger slid through her folds and entered her wet sheath until his fingertip rested on her sweet spot. He didn’t move it, but instead, waited until she met his heated gaze. There was an underlying excitement in his dark eyes, almost as if he was daring her to release the pillow behind her head.
The need to come overshadowed her need to rebel against his declaration.
Smith stayed where he was, watching her closely as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her pussy. He somehow managed to graze that same small sensitive area over and over again in a steady rhythm that had her mind being carried away in a steady current of escalating stimulation.
“More?” Smith leaned down to capture her lips before he used her cream to aid another finger in joining the first. It was more pressure. Intense pleasure. “Widen your legs for me, Laurel. Take what I’m giving you.”
Laurel found that her body was automatically responding to his commands before she could even think about what he said. She dug her heels into the soft comforter, using the mattress underneath as leverage. She opened herself for him, a short cry escaping before she could stop it. He’d added a third finger and pressed firmly on her clit with his thumb.
The first contraction of her sheath closed around his fingers. His knee over hers prevented her from closing her legs. She was going to explode into a million pieces.
“Look at me.”
Laurel wasn’t sure why this moment was different from all the others.
“Come.”
Against her own will, her body followed his resolute command. It was almost painful the way he drew out her orgasm, the pads of his three fingers continually stroking her sweet spot. She stared up into his dark eyes filled with burning desire. She wanted…needed…him to bring her down from his masterpiece of foreplay.
“Smith!” Laurel broke their connection when she arched in response to his thumb pressing harder on her clit. He wasn’t stopping the combined, talented manipulations. If anything, he was drawing out her release. “Please, please…”
Something extraordinary happened.
Smith withdrew his fingers, but he began to softly rub her moisture over her clit in circles over and over again until another stronger orgasm took hold of her body with massive contractions. This time there was no holding back. She screamed his name and succumbed to the overpowering eruption.