Chapter Five #2
Christ, what’s wrong with me? I was on my client’s lap, kissing him and shamelessly rocking against his erection like some sex-deprived succubus.
Deep breaths, Maeve. Slow and deep.
Surely I can simply revert to being professional, pretend whatever happened was a momentary lapse of judgment. We never have to talk or think about it ever again.
Certain of my own will power, I push away from the door and walk to the kitchen where I leave the food on the counter.
I brace myself to face Trigger, but I’ve barely stepped into the living room when my back is suddenly shoved against the wall and a mouth slams down on mine, knocking the wind out of my lungs.
Hands circle my waist and I find myself pressed against his hard body, his mouth seeking mine in a kiss so desperate and possessive it wipes all thoughts from my brain.
I’m helpless to do anything but return the kiss, hands reaching up to grab his shoulders.
Good God, he’s huge. I rake my fingers down the muscles of his forearms, desperate to touch him. To feel that heated skin against mine.
His hands are under my blouse again, one tugging at the clasp of my bra, and I moan into the kiss when his other hand circles my waist and slides up to cup my breast. His mouth stays firmly on mine, tongue sliding intimately against my own until I’m overwhelmed with sensations.
Then Trigger tears his mouth away and pushes back to look at me. “Fuck, I need to see you,” he pants heavily, those heated blue eyes digging into mine. “I want you naked. Now.”
I nod as I drop my hands to grip my blouse before tugging it over my head. My bra slips down my shoulder and I let it fall to the floor, leaving my chest bare. My skirt loosens as I unzip it, pooling at my feet when it falls.
I’m standing in front of my client in nothing but my panties, wet with arousal.
“Fuck!”
The single word carries so much emotion, more than I’ve seen on the man before this moment. And it’s all reflected on his face as he looks at me. In those beautiful dark eyes of his, I see heat, hunger, lust, promise, and most obvious but surprising of all, affection.
“Your turn,” I say shyly, but he shakes his head as he flattens me back against the wall.
“Soon,” he says, and then his mouth is back on my lips and his tongue is stroking against mine.
It takes seconds for him to steal my breath right out of my lungs and leave me helpless.
He kisses me like he’s a drowning man, his hands moving over my body like they’re seeking to anchor him to the surface.
I moan into the kiss as his hands race over my belly and torso, palming my breasts and driving me to madness with every heated caress.
My hands slip between us, urgent as they tug on the first button of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists and raises them over my head, locking me in place.
“Trigger, I want to touch you,” I whisper, trying to tug my hands free, but his grip tightens, making the move impossible. “Please.”
“Let me touch you first,” he rasps, brushing his mouth silkily over mine before tracing his lips down my jaw to my neck. He slides his free hand down my waist and slips it between my thighs, palming my mound over my panties. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
“God!” I whimper when he traces the seam of my panties with his fingers. It’s a hundred times more intense than it is when I touch myself. No, it doesn’t compare. Those rough, calloused fingers rubbing at my sodden sex through the cotton of my panties do not compare to my slim and soft hands.
“I’ve wanted to see you naked ever since I met you,” he says, licking a trail up my neck before brushing his lips over the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“While the judge was droning on in court, all I could think about was getting you alone, slipping my hand under your skirt and fingering your hot pussy.”
I jerk hard against him when he tugs my panties to the side and slides his finger between my wet folds. “Trigger, I—” I cry out when his thumb teases my sensitive nub in slow, torturous circles that send moisture flooding my sex.
“Oh God!” I gasp when he bites gently into my earlobe, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.
He growls as he presses his finger hard against my clit. I jolt and cry out at the heat that shoots through my body, but it seems that he’s not done driving me crazy as he leans down and licks my nipple. I moan, hips bucking when his mouth closes hotly over the nipple, sucking hungrily.
It’s intense. What he’s able to do to me with just his mouth and hands.
Christ, I want to touch him too, but his hand stays firmly on my wrist, holding me in place as he drives me to insanity.
I’m panting, writhing under him as I feel my body move slowly toward an orgasm.
With a harsh growl, his tongue travels across to my other nipple; he licks wetly at the bud before gently biting down.
I cry out as an orgasm tears through me, so intense that I feel it on every inch of my skin.
His finger strums my clit faster, drawing out the climax and leaving me a trembling mess.
“Again,” he growls, releasing the grip he has on my hand. I watch with surprise as he drops to his knees right on my living room floor. “I want to see you come again.”
“What are you doing?” I gasp when he grabs my panties and yanks them down my thighs. I suck in a sharp breath when he leans in and brushes his lips over the inside of my thighs, nuzzling me as he moves up, making me tremble with every soft caress over the sensitive skin.
“I’m going to taste you,” he says, pushing his face against my sex and breathing in deeply.
I flush when he nudges his nose between my feminine lips, groaning with every breath he takes against my wet flesh.
“Fuck, baby, I could get high off you. I bet you taste just as delicious.” I moan when he puts that theory to the test by sliding his tongue over the valley of my sex.
“Fuck, I was right. Sweet lord, you’re a dream.
I want to taste your release all over my tongue. ”
He shoves my legs apart and I realize how exposed I am right now.
It’s the last conscious thought I have before he sends my brain to mush.
A sob tears out of my throat when he slides his tongue over my wet slit, grazing my sensitive clit.
I lose all my senses as his tongue moves possessively over my sex, licking and lapping at it like a starved animal.
His deep rumbles vibrate against my skin and add to the intensity, and soon my fingers are tangled in his hair as my hips rock to meet that sinful mouth.
“Oh God, Trigger,” I sob at the ceiling, my head thrown back and chest heaving as I allow myself to be dragged closer to yet another edge.
My breath catches in my throat when he brings his thumb over my clit and rubs at the bud, applying just the right pressure to send me tipping into pleasure with a sob that wracks through my body.
My vision wavers and a scream tears out of my lungs as he trades his thumb for his lips, covering my swollen bud in hot suction. Stars dance at the edge of my eyes as rough tremors roll through my body, a delicious sensation spreading from my head to my toes.
His mouth stays on me, drawing out the orgasm until I’m shaking and sobbing. My body is more sensitive than it’s ever been, and when he finally pushes back to look at me, I experience the first hint of fear.
Those eyes are full of lust and desire, but underneath is something else.
Something possessive and dangerous.
Something that tells me he’s only getting started with me, and it sends a shiver running up and down my spine. The heat in his eyes sends a nervous flutter to my tummy.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve wanted to take someone so desperately?” he growls, climbing to his feet so he’s staring deep into my eyes. “Since I’ve wanted to make a woman mine? Mind, body, and soul until she knows no one but me?”
“No.”
“It’s never happened,” he says, sliding his hand around my neck and cupping my nape. “I’ve never wanted another woman as desperately as I want you, Maeve Halloway.”
And then he leans down to kiss me, but before he can, I blurt out, “I’m a virgin!”