“You called me Aurora,” she murmured close to his ear.
“Does that mean what I think it does?” She raised her eyebrows. Of course he’d called her Aurora. What else should he call her? Had she wanted him to call her sweetheart or honey? He couldn’t very well call her sex kitten across a crowded lobby. Could he? With her and her fantasies, he couldn’t quite be sure. My God, she had a way of keeping him off balance. “Uh, what do you think it means?” he asked.
She glanced at his hand and her smile grew even broader as she tapped on the key card.
“Apparently, it means exactly what I think it means.” She curled her right arm through his elbow and turned toward the elevator. “Hot sex for Aurora and Jake tonight.” His penis jumped to attention at her words.
She hugged his arm tightly as they walked, her warm breast brushing enticingly against him.
“This is so sweet. I really needed this.”
She
needed
this. His heart soared, confident this meant he had a chance to convince her to start a relationship with him. He squeezed her arm. “I’m glad.”
He reached across in front of her and jabbed the elevator call button, praying. As he drew his arm back it brushed against the front of her breast. He could feel the nipple thrust forward as a low moan escaped her lips. He glanced at her face. Her eyes were half-closed and her cheeks stained crimson. She met his gaze and her eyes, dark and intense, oozed sexuality. Adrenaline rushed through him at the thought of what would happen once they got inside his room. He prayed the elevator would arrive soon.
She leaned in close and kissed his cheek as they waited. The elevator arrived with a ding. They moved out of the way as five people exited. A woman with a teenage girl and a boy about ten in tow stepped into the elevator, followed by Aurora and Jake. A couple of businessmen joined them before the doors closed again.
Jake glanced at his key card folder and the number handwritten on it. Fifteen twenty-five. He pushed the appropriate floor button. The softness of her body against his side as she clung to him kept his desire burning. Only the fact that other people rode the elevator with them stopped him from dragging her into his arms and performing a repeat of their last elevator ride, though the memory of thrusting into her while watching her face contort in pleasure in the mirrored wall made it an uncomfortable ride as his throbbing cock sought escape. The elevator stopped at six and one man exited, then the family left at ten. At fifteen, as the door slid open, he tucked his arm around Aurora and they stepped off the elevator. The door whooshed closed behind them.
The suites were always at the end of the corridor, but there were two on each floor, one at either end, so he checked the sign attached to the wall facing the elevator to see which direction to go. Fifteen twenty-five was to the left.
As they headed down the hall, he pulled at his shirt collar, suddenly very hot. This time, he wanted to make sure he could see her again.
Her hand lay nestled in the crook of his elbow. He laid his hand over hers.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he said.
She looked at him, the light in her eyes dwindling a little. “Really? Is it something that could wait?” She stared up at him with wide blue eyes. “I’ve had a really tense few days and I would love to just enjoy each other for a little while, before we have to deal with any issues.”
For the first time, he realized she looked tired. Her jaw seemed tense and there were dark smudges under her eyes. He wondered what was stressing her, but he resolved to keep his questions for later.
“Sure,” he agreed.
They stopped in front of the door to his room. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other and I’ve missed you so.” She tucked her arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder as he slid the key card into the slot.
Inside him a tornado flared, swirling his emotions around and around. She had missed him. His confidence that she would agree to continue their relationship jumped another notch. Hopefully for a long-term relationship. Hopefully forever.
He pushed the door open.
As soon as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them, she threw her arms around him. He dropped his bag to the floor and held her close.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She planted her hands on his cheeks and kissed him soundly, then snuggled against him. He stood there holding her and stroking her back while she held on to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Is everything okay, honey?”
She gazed up at him, her eyes glistening as though tears threatened. She nodded. “I just love you so much.” His breath caught deep in his lungs. She loved him? A broad smile claimed his face. The woman he loved, loved him back. Could life get any better?
He gathered her close, holding her so tight he suddenly feared he might crush her. He loosened his hold and gazed down at her sweet face. The face that had haunted his dreams. “Sweetheart, I love you, too.”
He wanted to blurt out that he wanted to marry her, that he wanted to be with her forever, but he held back. He had time now and he would spend it getting to know her, building a trusting, loving relationship that would be a foundation for their life together.
She eased back and he saw that tears streamed from her eyes. Were the tears because she’d had no way to find him? Had she thought she would never see him again? A sense of supreme satisfaction oozed through him as he thought that she must have been longing for him just as he’d longed for her. He tugged out his handkerchief and dabbed at her wet cheeks, then handed it to her. She wiped her eyes. “Sorry, I ‘m just a little emotional these days.”
“That’s okay.” He stroked her cheek tenderly. “You’re allowed.” Her hand covered his and the brilliance of her eyes as she stared into his took his breath away. She kissed him, a delicate brush of her lips, then her mouth turned up in a wicked smile. Her fingers shifted to the top button of her jacket and she released it, then the second, then the third and last. She grabbed his tie, right below the knot, and backed toward the bed, tugging him with her.
“Now,
Jake
. . . “ She released his tie and dropped her jacket off her shoulders, then onto the floor. “Let’s get on with the fun.”
JENNA COULDN‘ T BELIEVE Ryan had surprised her by returning from Paris early. Just when she’d started to fear he was neglecting her again, he did something like this. And reviving the Jake persona. Delightful.
She unbuttoned the back of her skirt and slid it off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Although “Jake” wasn’t exactly a stranger anymore, he wasn’t her usual guy, either, so she could be different. Wicked and wild.
She toyed with the top button of her blouse, then released it. She pulled the lapels apart to show a little cleavage, then spun around and swayed her hips. She leaned over to pick up her skirt, giving him a view of her bottom, then wiggled it enticingly.
He stepped up behind her and flattened his palms on her black lace-covered derriere, but she danced away, tossing her skirt onto the nearest chair. She turned to face him and unfastened the next button, then the next, watching his hungry expression intensify.
Finally, she slipped the silky blouse off her arms and spun it around before tossing it over his head. He tugged it slowly off his face, then drew it to his nose and breathed deeply.
“Smells wonderful. Like sweet, sexy woman.” He tossed it sideways, then moved toward her with a purposeful stride. His hands slid to her waist and he drew her near. The feel of his strong hands on her sides warmed her, inside and out. She leaned forward for the kiss he offered. Their lips touched and excitement flared between them. The kiss turned hot and passionate, nothing like the delicate, tender, almost-afraid-to-touch-her kisses he had given her ever since he’d found out she was pregnant.
Sex with him had become gentle and tender. Tame. Almost boring. She missed the raw, powerful sex they’d shared when he’d brought her fantasy to life. So much so that she’d worked up the nerve to ask her doctor whether they could get a little more . . . exuberant during sex. He ‘d chuckled and assured her that a wild, passionate ride would not only be fine, but would do her a world of good.
Which was great, because what she really wanted right now was hot, torrid,
dirty
sex. She wanted him to bury himself so deep she’d feel it into next week. She wanted him to thrust into her until her whole body quaked with an orgasm she would never forget.
Her hands stroked down his chest. Remembering the last really erotic sexual session they’d shared, she grasped the sides of his shirt and ripped it open, sprinkling buttons every which way. It had been so sexy when he’d done that last time. He beamed. “Oh, baby, you’re really into this.”
“Mmm. You know it.”
She nuzzled the base of his neck, then trailed kisses downward to his nipple. She teased it to-beadlike hardness, rolling it around on her tongue. Her hands slid down his stomach then under the waistband of his pants. Hurriedly, he unbuttoned and unzipped around her hands as her fingers found his hardening flesh and wrapped around him. His belt buckle clinked as his pants hit the floor. She lapped her tongue over his other nipple, then slid her mouth down his body until she reached his rapidly growing penis, the head broad and purple. She licked around it, gliding her tongue under the ridge, then smiled at his groan. She slid her lips slowly down the head, until it was buried inside her mouth. She sucked, then pulsed a few times before sliding farther down the shaft, taking him deep into her throat.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned. His hands stroked her hair lovingly. She moved up and down on him, cupping her hands over his hard buttocks. Oh, God, she loved the feel of his muscles clenching under her hands. She sucked and pulled until he was ready to burst, then she released him. She wrapped her hands around his gorgeous cock and stroked while she dipped lower to kiss his hot, hard sacks. She drew them into her mouth, and licked them all over. He groaned loudly. She released them, not wanting him to come just yet, and licked up his shaft, then gave a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. It twitched in response. She dragged her body up his stomach to his chest, crushing her breasts into him. Her nipples ached with painfully intense pleasure.
“Jake, I want you. Fast and hard.”
He had told her many times how he loved hearing her talk this way and she found it made her feel very sexy. “I want you to drive that
enormous
cock of yours deep inside me.”
She flung off her panties and fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her hands traveled up her stomach then cupped her breasts, still covered with black lace. He fell to his knees on the floor in front of her. His hands stroked up her thighs, circling around her heated, dripping pussy, to her ribs. She flicked open the front-opening clasp of her bra and pulled it apart. Her fingers found her stridently erect nipples and plucked at them. He watched in complete fascination.
“Oh, sweetheart, that is so sexy.”
He kissed her stomach, never shifting his gaze from her busy fingertips, then thrust his tongue into her navel, jabbing it in and out as though fucking her with his tongue. She flushed at the thought. Oh, wow, she felt dirty and wild even thinking dirty words.
She dragged her fingers through her hair, abandoning her breasts. His hands claimed them both, then he captured one nipple in his hot, moist mouth. Need seared through her. “Oh, God, Jake.” Desperation tinged her words. She was so turned on. “I want you to fuck me right now.” She flushed hotter. She couldn’t believe she’d said that out loud, but the words aroused her, heating her to unbearable need. She grabbed his cock and pumped it rapidly. The soft, kid leather skin glided over the steel beneath.
“I am so hot. Give it to me now, baby,” she cried. He seemed ready to salivate. He climbed on the bed, his knees between her widely spread thighs.
“How did you say you wanted it?”
“Deep and hard.”
He kissed her neck, nuzzling her ear. She felt him guide the head of his erection to her soft folds.
“Actually, you said fast and hard, then you asked me to drive my enormous cock deep inside you.”
His breath wisped against her ear, sending her insides trembling.
“Oh, yes.” She arched upward, capturing a little of his head inside. “Do it.”
He eased his cock away, then stroked her slit with his finger, delving a little inside.
“Don’t worry, baby, I ‘m good and wet.”
He smiled. “You really are being a dirty girl today, aren’t you?” He nuzzled her again and murmured, “And I love it.” She grabbed his face and stared him straight in the eye.
“Then give me what I want.”
He laughed.
“You bet.”
She felt his cock nudge her dampness again, then she gasped as his hardness impaled her in one deep thrust. “Oh . . . my . . . God.”
He eased back and she could feel the ridge of his penis pulling on the wall of her vagina, deliriously stimulating her every inch of the way. He thrust again and she moaned as she arched up to meet him.
“Oh, God, give it to me fast.”
He thrust again. “And hard.”
He pumped into her. Again and again. Deeper and harder than she’d ever experienced before. Lighting a fire within her. Blazing. Raging out of control. It swept over her until she screamed in delight, her body pulsing with scorching pleasure. She seemed to explode in a flash of electrified sparks. Just as that orgasm waned, he thrust again, spiraling inside her, then pumping rapidly until she exploded again. She sagged, the shimmering heat of her orgasms slowly ebbing.