His finger paused for a second. “You strike me as the kind of woman who wants action, not words.”
Her answer was cut off when he added a second finger to the first. “Oh, God,” she said, deciding that control was overrated.
ELEVEN
Derek watched Reese,arching and bumping up against his fingers, forcing him deeper. She was like whipped cream, pale and soft and sweet, not the least bit healthy for him but too damn good to pass up. His throat was tight, his cock hard, as she pressed forward in impatience, gray-green eyes glazed with desire.
He was burning in his jeans, a sheen of sweat covering him as he fought with himself to stay sane and not plunge himself into her. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t have a condom. A tiny fear niggled at him that once he was in her, he wasn’t going to be able to leave.
So much for the matter-of-fact approach to getting his envelope back.
An hour after arriving at her hotel, and here he found himself with her naked in his arms, bucking on his fingers like a rodeo rider. He stopped moving and let her take over, raising up and down, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t one bit shy about getting it.
That turned him on, set him panting, but it was a dangerous thing, too, letting his guard down. He’d been there, done that, had the fucking T-shirt. He’d promised himself this time aroundif he ever got involved with another woman he was going to take it slow.
Reese had already challenged that vow.
“Damn, Reese, you don’t even need me, do you?” It didn’t bother him, quite the opposite. “Just keep fucking my finger, baby.”
She had established her own rhythm, her breathing ragged and quick, her hips rocking her onto his two fingers, the air sweet and heavy with the earthy smell of her body.
The fit of her around him was snug, moist, and when he pulled his fingers apart into a V, she shuddered, head rolling back, auburn hair tumbling over plump lips.
“I do need you,” she said.
That pleased him so much he added a third finger, a tight pulsing stretching of her that had them both moaning into each other’s mouths. He held the back of her head, hand slipping in her soft heat, keeping her lips against his while he stilled his fingers, feeling her inner muscles clenching.
“You’re going to come.”
“No,” she shook her head in denial.
“Yes, you are.”
Another shudder sent her shoulders twitching. “No, I can handle it.”
“It’s not too much for you?” He pulled one finger back.
She sagged against him. “No, it’s not too much.”
“Good. No bigger than my cock, is it?”
Reese started moving again, her curvy bare chest leaning against his while she got herself off on his fingers. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen your cock.”
He laughed softly. She constantly surprised him. “You want the other finger back?”
Licking her lips back and forth, leaning over to suck on her neck gently, he still held her head, twirling that hair around his hand, wanting to hold her there for a very long time.
“I don’t care, it’s up to you.”
Reese was a very good liar, but Derek wasn’t buying her feigned nonchalance. “Then I want it back in.”
When he pushed inside her, she came on a low moan, her eyes opening to lock with his as she rode out her pleasure. He kept his fingers in place, let her feel him filling her as she jerked in his arms with rigid shudders.
It was long, tight, her nails raking down his chest as she enjoyed the orgasm with little pants of pleasure. Derek enjoyed it nearly as much, the way she held onto him, the way her thighs clenched, and the way her moist inner muscles vibrated on his fingers.
“Told you you were going to come.”
Her forehead landed on his shoulder as she murmured, “For once I don’t mind being wrong.”