Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
The drive back to Dani’s was a blur. My fingers dug into her upper thigh, the heat between us thick enough to fog up the windows.
Dani didn’t speak much—neither did I—and somehow the silence made every brush of our fingers, every graze of her thigh, feel electric.
I could barely focus; all I wanted was her.
When we pulled up to her place, she killed the engine and turned to me. Her hazel eyes bore into mine, and I swear I saw the same mix of want and nerves mirrored there.
One time could be explained away. Two times was a pattern.
The dim hallway of her building did nothing to dilute the tension. The second her condo door clicked shut behind us, I pressed against her, not thinking, just needing her close. Dani’s hands slid under the thin straps of my dress, causing my breath to catch and my knees to threaten rebellion.
Shoes were hastily discarded in the entryway. My fingers tangled in her hair, my nails lightly scratching her scalp. When I heard her soft moan, every part of me heated up.
Her mouth was hot and demanding, sliding over mine, teasing, biting lightly, our tongues tangling. My fingers dug into her shoulders and into the curve of her back. Every press of her body sent a fire through me, the ache between my thighs impossible to ignore.
Her hands roamed freely, tracing the lines of my body through the fabric of my dress. I shivered as her mouth found my neck, sucking lightly, marking me, claiming me. I pressed myself harder against her, desperate for more.
“God, Dani,” I gasped, my fingers twisting her shirt at her waist. “Please.”
“Please what?” she teased. Her lips brushed mine, hot and hungry.
“Please don’t stop.”
She pulled me closer, and finally—finally—the zipper of my dress was down. I stepped out of the flimsy, sequined material as she shrugged out of her suit jacket.
We moved to the bed like a single, unthinking body, hands never leaving each other. Every kiss, every touch, was like the crackle of a fuse burning too fast. Dani’s lips found my every curve, exploring me, teasing me, and I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it.
“Reese,” she murmured against my neck, her lips dragging down my collarbone, “you’re so fucking perfect.”
I could barely respond, lost in her, in us, in the feeling of being wanted, of giving myself to her fully.
Her fingers slid under my bra, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. I gasped, arching into her touch, feeling that low, desperate heat between my legs flare hotter.
When her hand slid between us, brushing against me, I cried out and bucked into her touch.
She groaned, pressing herself against my thigh, biting lightly at my shoulder.
Every stroke of her fingers, every press of skin, every brush of her mouth drove me wild.
I was trembling, unable to think, entirely consumed by her.
“Too many—” I gasped, “too many clothes.”
We worked together, our fingers fumbling and frantic, to release each button on her dress shirt. When I unceremoniously tugged the shirt tails free from her pants, I earned myself an amused look and an arched eyebrow.
My obvious desire should have embarrassed me, and with any other partner, I might have tucked tail and run. But the smug look on Dani’s face lasted only a moment before she was unfastening the hidden button on her trousers and lowering the zipper.
My mouth went inexplicably dry as I observed the slow, torturous drag of that zipper. Dani’s triceps and forearms flexed as she lifted herself off the mattress just enough that she was able to slide out of her dress pants.
She wore only a black slip of underwear and a nude bra beneath the white tuxedo shirt.
The last of the buttons had been vanquished.
Her shirt draped open, revealing the most delicious stretch of naked skin in the space between the cups of her bra and the elastic waistband of her underwear.
She looked like she’d fallen out of the pages of a magazine—an advertisement for cologne or an expensive watch.
She didn’t give me time for self-doubt.
She shifted me with a fluid motion until I’d fallen forward onto my hands and knees in only my bra and underwear. The bed frame protested under our combined weight; I could already feel the heat of her fingers brushing against my thighs.
“God—you’re perfect like this,” she murmured, her voice reverent and rough. Her hands pressed into my hips, steadying me, while her mouth found the sensitive flesh of my lower back and the curve of my ass.
I shuddered when her tongue trailed over the back of my thighs, circling slowly, teasing the tender skin. My back arched, spine curving, every nerve ending alive. My fingers dug into the mattress, clutching at the sheets as heat pooled deep and fast.
Her lips moved lower, dragging over my ass, brushing the sensitive crease where thigh met cheek, and I gasped, my backside thrusting back instinctively.
Her hand slipped between my legs, fingers slowly tracing the outline of my sex through my underwear.
She deftly circled my clit before pressing against me just enough to make my upper thighs tremble.
“Oh … oh fuck…” I gasped.
My hips jerked with every slow, deliberate stroke of her fingers, the material of my underwear brushing against my sex. Dani leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin, her teeth grazing lightly over the swell of my ass. I had no choice but to let my body respond completely.
Her fingers moved again, this time to curl under the waistband of my underwear. She gently tugged the fabric down my waist and thighs until my underwear dropped to my knees, leaving me bare and exposed to her gaze.
The mattress dipped beneath me as she shifted again, this time to spread my legs farther apart. The cool air hit my slick, heated flesh, and I trembled with anticipation. I could feel her behind me, could feel the intensity of her focus like a physical touch.
“You have no idea,” she murmured, her voice thick with awe and desire, “how incredible you look right now.”
Her praise sent a jolt straight through me, a current of pure, unadulterated need. I felt wanton, powerful, and completely at her mercy.
And then her mouth was on me. Her tongue slid between my folds in long, deliberate strokes, from my entrance to my clit and back again.
I cried out, lost in the slick, wet heat of her attention.
My hands clawed at the fitted sheet, gripping the cotton surface as her fingers slipped inside me in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
“God, Reese. So fucking wet,” she hummed against me, lips and tongue working in tandem. “So fucking good.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe beyond my ragged gasps. Every swirl of her tongue and curl of her fingers sent me closer and closer. My body tensed, my thighs trembled, and my back arched impossibly as heat exploded through me, waves of pleasure rippling from my core, every nerve ending alight.
“Come for me,” she whispered against my skin, her voice low, rough, and coaxing. “I want to feel you. I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. All I could do was arch my back and let her take me completely, moaning into the night air as her mouth and fingers brought me to a shattering, delirious climax.
Even after I’d shuddered through it, my legs shaking, sweat slicking our bodies together, Dani didn’t stop. She pressed herself against me, rocking slowly, letting me ride the aftershocks and coaxing the last moans from my throat. I was completely undone, completely hers.
When she finally eased her fingers out of me, her mouth lingered. She placed soft, wet kisses on my inner thighs. I collapsed onto the bed, face down, my body a limp, quivering mass.
“Roll over, baby,” she whispered, her voice gentle.
I groaned into the pillow. “I can’t. I don’t have any bones left.”
She laughed, a soft, husky sound. “Yes, you can. I’ll help you.”
Her hands were surprisingly strong as she guided me, rolling me onto my back. I landed with a soft thud, my limbs sprawled, my chest still heaving. I looked up at her, at the wild, satisfied look in her eyes, and felt another flicker of heat low in my belly.
How was that even possible?
“See?” she said, leaning down to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, a salty, intimate flavor that made my own core clench. “Still got some bones left.”
Her fingers brushed over me first, teasing the wetness gathered between my legs. She dragged her fingertips over my clit, circling and pressing just enough to make my breath catch.
“God, Dani …” I whispered.
She hummed against my lips, tugging me closer while one finger slowly pressed at my entrance. Just the tip—teasing, testing, letting me feel the stretch before she slid in slightly and then pulled back.
Her lips pressed against mine, her mouth hot and insistent, while her finger moved with agonizing slowness, sliding inside me just far enough to curl. I groaned low, my hips lifting instinctively.
“Reese,” she whispered against my skin, lips brushing mine between soft kisses, “so wet for me. So perfect, so ready for me again.”
“God, yes,” I gasped. I tilted my hips and pressed into her hand, desperate for more. “Dani—please …”
I could feel her lips curve into a smile against my throat. She pushed a little deeper, curling her finger slowly, deliberately. She pulled back just enough to tease me, dragging the tip of her finger along my slick channel, and then slowly pushed in again.
“You feel so good, baby,” she murmured, curling inside me, sliding that single finger in and out with a teasing rhythm that had me gasping and grinding against her hand. “You take my fingers so well, Reese. So fucking well.”
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t form words—it was only heat and need and the exquisite, slow burn of her finger inside me, amplified by her praise. My hips jerked, pressing into her hand, nails scratching down her back.