Page 69 of One Bossy Date
At the brush of her hand against my muscular thigh, all my thoughts vanished and my attention—as well as every nerve-ending in my body—focused solely on the woman before me, with her soft skin, and her big, beautiful hazel-colored eyes, and her perfectly kissable lips.
I leaned in, pressing my mouth right up against her ear. “All of them,” I husked, my hot breath washing over her neck and making Zoe shiver. “Or as many as you think you can handle.”
Zoe turned to me with pure fire in her eyes. “Is that a challenge, Mr. Windham?”
“Depends,” I replied. “Are you up for it?” I leaned back, hitting her withthatgaze.
Her mouth gaped slightly, and her eyes flickered down to my lips.
But then she closed her eyes and turned her head down toward the water. “I can’t,” she said. “I mean…we shouldn’t.”
“Oh, come on.” I laughed.
“Youstarted that.”
“Istarted that?”
“Okay, I did, but I haven’t…” she began, her cheeks turning pink. “Not in a long time, I mean…I’m out of practice. Very muc—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I was upon her, my hands cupping her face, my mouth descending on hers with a fiery passion. For a few fleeting seconds, her hands flailed at her sides, before they landed on my bare chest and a moan was ripped from her throat, her body sinking against mine.
My hands lowered to clutch her shoulders, pulling her as close as our bodies could be in the water as I deepened the kiss, growling and nipping at her lips. Zoe’s nails dug into the bare skin of my shoulders, and I released a hiss into her mouth. She caught her breath, locking her gaze on mine, and ran her hands over my chest.
She wasn’t pushing me away, but I sensed mixed feelings.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll back off. I promise I won’t bother you for the rest of my stay here in New York.” There was a raw honesty in my tone, and I saw in her eyes that she believed my words, completely. “But,” I continued, “if you do want it—this—then I promise you absolute pleasure.” I raised my eyebrows. “And that, believe me, is my specialty.”
“Oh, is it?” Zoe rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she gazed back up into my eyes. Hers were alight with a passionate fire. The kind of fire that could light you up from the inside and consume your entire being within seconds.
When her eyes flickered down to my lips, it was as if she’d made up her mind.
I reached out, tugging her up from the hips and pressing my mouth against her, much as I’d done just moments earlier. Zoe moaned against me, not holding anything back. She ran her hands through my hair and stroked the line of my jaw. My fingers teased at the hem of her bikini top, tugging it up, inch by inch, revealing perfection. I stroked up to cup her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing her nipples and making Zoe moan into my mouth.
The next second, I was lifting the top completely off of her, separating our lips for a brief moment, before reattaching them. My hands on her breasts, my mouth left hers, nipping and sucking and licking down her neck and chest until I could wrap my lips around one nipple, then the other. Zoe shuddered, her nails scrabbling at my shoulders, leaving raised pink lines in their wake.
“Last chance to back out. Do you want me?” I took her hand, placing it on the bulge between my legs. “Do you?” I demanded.
I lifted my gaze to hers, and she whispered huskily, “I know that we shouldn’t…maybe just this once? We mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. One night only?”
“One night only.”
Zoe was shaky when I lifted her into my arms, standing up while holding her with a hand cupping her ass and my arm wrapped around her waist. She held herself up around my neck. I stepped out of the hot tub, and with my toes, pressed the button to switch off the jets, then slid into my bath slippers I’d left to the side. I wasn’t going to reenact another slippery fall between the two of us.
She was topless, in my arms, kissing my neck feverishly, and I just needed to get her to a fucking bed. After a quick rubdown with a towel, we arrived at my bedroom. When the door finally gave way, I staggered inside, and I dropped her on the sheets. She sank into the soft mattress, which I knew felt like a cloud against her bare back.
I wasted no time in tugging down her bikini bottoms, tossing them over my shoulder.
After opening my blinds to let the city lights cast an ambient glow across the room, I pulled off my sticky, wet shorts. When I looked at Zoe again, her eyes were wide, staring at my cock.
Palming it, I gave myself a couple of strokes, letting her enjoy the show.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, then looked up at me as I moved onto the bed beside her.
“I know,” I rumbled.
Her body was displayed before me—smooth white skin, perfect tits, and perfect pink nipples. I ran my fingers down her side, swiping a thumb across her soft belly, then clasped my hand around her, right at the crease between her thigh and hip.
My thumb rested on the skin of her mound.