Chapter 20 #2
A tremor of desire shook me to my bones.
I wanted nothing more than to take her hard and fast, and send her back into the sales room, ready to bid again, looking like a woman who’d been fucked thoroughly.
But her pleasure always came first for me, and what turned me on most was sending her flying into bliss.
I’d wait for the hotel to get my own needs met.
“Turn around,” I told her, and she slinked around in my arms. “Look in the mirror,” I said, gesturing at the gold-framed glass along the wall, reflecting her back at me.
“See how sexy you are? You’re all fired up from winning, and you’re heated up from wanting me.
This is who I’ve been looking at all night—the most beautiful, stunning, sexy and powerful woman I’ve ever seen.
A woman who goes after what she wants. Who pursues what she wants.
And no one has ever aroused me like you do,” I said, savoring her reaction to my words as she trembled in my arms. I clasped my hand around her throat, not so tight to hurt her, but firm enough to hold her as mine.
To let her know she belonged to me. Her lips fell open, and she breathed out sharply as I stared at her captivating reflection.
I dipped my mouth to her ear. “Watching you bid on that painting made me so fucking hard,” I whispered in a ragged voice as I yanked her backside against my hard-on.
A sexy whimper escaped her throat. “I’ll bid on more then.
I love turning you on,” she said, sliding her hand between us to rub her palm against my straining erection.
The feel of her was extraordinary, but I hadn’t taken her to the private restroom to let her play with my boner.
I gripped her hand and tugged it away, then took her other hand and raised both her arms over her head.
“And you do it exceedingly well. But the answer is no. You took care of me earlier today, and now it’s my turn to have my way with you. You keep your hands to yourself right now, and let mine do the work,” I said, sharply. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She reached behind, threading her hands around my neck, her body molded to me. She was so damn vulnerable in this pose. She was mine like this, restrained simply by the position.
“I need you to keep your arms around me the whole time, Casey,” I said, as I lowered my hands to the hem of her dress and yanked it up. “Can you do that?”
“I can,” she said, her voice feathery.
One hand traveled up the soft, smooth skin of her belly, while the other made its way due south, sliding into her lacy panties and meeting her slick heat instantly. I groaned appreciatively. She matched me with a needy, desperate sound. God, this woman loved being touched.
“That’s how I want you to feel with me,” I said, sliding my fingers across that delicious wetness. “This aroused. This hot. This wild.”
“I do. I swear I do,” she said on a sexy pant, leaning her head on my shoulder, her cheek hitting my face.
She was a fucking sight—her lush body all curved along mine, her neck long and inviting, her hands bound of their own volition behind my head.
She was giving me control yet again, turning her pleasure over to me.
Her sensuality was like a gift given freely.
No, it was a goddamn treasure, and I intended to treat it that way.
I slid my fingers across her slick folds, my lungs burning with desire for her as her body took off under my touch.
Instantly, she rocked into me, her hips arching into the source of her pleasure.
When I brushed over her swollen clit, she practically shoved herself into my hand.
“Oh, sweetness, you want it badly, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear, yanking her even closer.
“So badly,” she moaned.
“As much as I want it? Can you feel how much I want it?” I said, making absolutely certain she could feel every damn inch of my erection jammed against her back.
“I can feel it. I want it too, Nate,” she said, arching into my hand, hunting for more friction, more speed. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to tease her, but her pussy was too ready, too perfect. The feel of her heat in my hands was some kind of drug. It scrambled my brain.
“You wanted me to make you beg for it,” I said, trying to hold onto her wishes from earlier. “You wanted me to send you to the brink, but not over, right?”
“Oh god, no, please,” she cried out, her voice pitching. “Don’t tease me, Nate. I’m close. I’m so close.”
I met her eyes in the mirror. They were wild and hungry. She thrust her hips against my hand, riding my finger as she held tight to the back of my neck, offering herself to me so completely.
“Don’t you want me to drive you wild with desire?”
“You have,” she cried out, riding my hand as far and as hard as she could, writhing against me, a wriggly, wild creature in my arms. “You are. I’m going crazy.
Please don’t make me wait,” she said, then repeated it, like a desperate chant, a plea for relief.
“Please don’t make me wait. Please don’t make me wait. ”
I held on tight to her belly, slamming her as close as the laws of physics made it possible for two clothed people to be.
I stroked her faster, thrusting a finger inside her beautiful cunt, as I said, “Never. I could never deny you. Come, sweetness. Come in my arms. I’ve got you,” I said, and she cried out, rocking harder, faster and more beautifully than ever as she rode my hand, coming undone for me at Sotheby’s.
Minutes later, after hands were washed and clothes were straightened, we returned to the sales room. Casey stopped in her tracks, and pointed, then clasped her hand over her mouth. The man with the slick hair and pinstriped suit grinned as if he’d caught a huge marlin.
“And The Big Love, Sans Umbrella is sold for six thousand pounds.”
The auctioneer pounded the podium with his hammer.
She cringed. All her features tightened, and she clenched her fists in utter frustration. “I wanted it,” she said on a heavy sigh. “I wanted it so badly.”
I wished I could steal it away for her. But the painting was no longer on the market.
She turned to me, grabbed the lapels of my jacket, and said, “Win some, lose some. Take me back to our room and do that to me again and again all night long.”