belly touched hers and his arms circled her waist as they kissed again. He was an excellent kisser, even more so now that he was turned on and losing control. The thrusting of his tongue got Jane even wetter than she had been.
She felt the slide of his hands up her back, felt his fingers work briefly at her bra before the straps fell free. Jane inched away and let it slide down her arms.
Power coursed through her as she watched his reaction. Men liked her breasts. They were large, a full size D, and she could see Chase’s appreciation in the widening of his eyes and the parting of his lips. She shouldn’t feel powerful because of that. Men liked breasts. She hadn’t accomplished anything admirable by shrugging off her bra, but Jane still raised her chin and arched her back and reveled in the lust in his eyes.
“Damn,” he breathed, starting to reach for her, but Jane put her hand to his naked chest and pushed him back until his legs touched the mattress. He sat down hard, still gazing up at her breasts.
Jane toed off her heels, then pushed down her lace panties.
“Damn,” Chase repeated, this time with a smile. “You should be arrested for hiding under all those clothes, Miss Jane. You look like a wet dream walking.”
“Oh, yeah? So you think it’d be a good idea to show a little cleavage to the surveyors every morning?”
“Um… Okay, you’re right. Stay buttoned up.”
She curved her hands over her breasts and squeezed lightly. “What about the contractors? You think they’d like the view?”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna buy you some baggy cardigans for your birthday.”
Laughing, she sauntered toward the bed. She’d forgotten that Chase was funny as well as sexy.
“Seriously,” Chase breathed, pupils dilating again as she drew near, “I had no idea.”
“So why’d you ask me out?”
He glanced up. Briefly. “I thought you were cute in an intimidating kind of way.”
She stopped before him and put her hands on her hips. “And now?”
“Now I think you’re hot as hell…in an intimidating kind of way. Come ’ere.”
His hands curved around her waist and pulled her between his knees. The stubble on his jaw dragged over the curve of her breast before she felt his mouth close over her nipple. Wet heat pulled her tight inside. Though she tried to twist her hands into his hair, Jane found that it was too short, and she had to settle for spreading her fingers over his head and pulling him closer.
His hand closed over her other breast and squeezed the nipple hard.
Gasping, she let her head fall back as he licked and sucked. Suddenly his other hand was between her thighs, the edge of his fingers sliding over her sex.
His sharp gasp cooled her nipple and Jane bit back a laugh. She’d just gotten waxed last week, and he couldn’t have suspected that. But she was glad she had, because she could feel even the smallest movement of his roughened fingers against that tender skin. Her amusement vanished when his thumb brushed her clit.
Oh, God, yes. She was so turned on. Like nothing she’d felt with any of her recent boyfriends. This was wrong. Wicked. She didn’t even know his first name. And that was why she loved it. Being bad had been her favorite hobby years ago, and it seemed she still had the knack for it.
He stroked her, his fingers sliding easily over her wetness, delving deeper, rubbing tension into her belly. Jane set one knee on the bed, then the other, straddling his legs and forcing him to lie back.
Scooting higher, she pressed her knees on either side of his hips and leaned down to kiss him. When his hand slid up her thigh and found her sex again, she whimpered. When he pressed a finger slowly inside her, Jane moaned and tilted her hips.
He felt so good as he slid in and out, in and out. She sucked his tongue and groaned in encouragement. The encouragement worked. Chase eased another finger in, stretching her tight.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Yes.”
“I want inside you,” he murmured.
Biting her lip, Jane nodded. She wanted it, too. His thick shaft and smooth head. All of it. She eased off the edge of the bed as he toed off his shoes and dug in the pocket of his jeans for a condom. He’d come to the bar prepared. When she saw the wrapper in his hand, Jane pulled the jeans down his legs and tossed them aside.
Finally he was naked, and the rest of his body finished the glorious picture he’d presented before. Nice. Very nice.
Jane climbed back on and took the condom from him. Biting her lip in concentration, she carefully rolled it on, giving him a few extra strokes while she was at it. But she didn’t linger. She was too darn horny to wait any longer, so she pushed up and positioned herself right over his cock.
Chase held his shaft steady and spread one hand over her hip to ease her slowly down. At first he slipped easily in, but when the thickest part of him reached her, Jane held her breath at the pressure. She didn’t want to breathe or think or even sigh. She just wanted to feel.
“You okay?” he rasped.
Nodding, she lowered her hips another inch.
“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, grabbing her hips with both hands. He eased her up, then down again, sinking himself deeper.
She was panting now, giving up any attempt to hold her breath. A few moments later she’d taken him all the way, and her sex was too full and too tight…and it felt glorious.
Chase’s blunt fingers dug into her hips.
She waited a moment, letting herself adjust. She hadn’t had a man this big in a long time. And he looked like her custom-made personal fantasy, stretched out beneath her. The black whorls of his tattoo wrapped around his arm and curved over his shoulder. She knew now that the tattoo spread over his shoulder blade before climbing up his spine. God, he was lovely. Hard and strong.
He watched her carefully, face serious and waiting. When she squeezed the muscles of her sex, air hissed through his teeth, and Jane smiled. He was powerful, but sensitive, too, like a muscle car precision-tuned to respond to the slightest bit of pressure.
Jane rolled her hips, rising at the same time before easing down. Oh, God, yes. She set the rhythm, working herself against his rock-hard shaft.
His hands left her hips and rose to cup her breasts, his thumbs dragging hard over her nipples. Jane arched her back, rolling her hips.
“Ah, Christ,” he groaned. “You’ve got muscles everywhere.”
“Pilates.” She sighed, dropping her hips harder against him.
He rose to meet her, driving deep, pinching her nipples hard. Her soul swelled inside her, pushing out until her body felt too small.
This was who she was. She wasn’t a cold, controlled businesswoman who didn’t need a man. She was a hot, needful thing who reveled in using and being used in turn. This was who she really was, deep inside. A woman proud of her big breasts and curvy ass. A woman who thrilled at inspiring easy lust in strange men.
She took him faster; her hips fell harder.
“Fuck!” he growled. His arms wrapped around her and the world shifted, and suddenly Jane found herself on her back.
If she’d thought him deep before, she’d been mistaken. Now he slid deep and true and hard, pounding into her.
“Oh…” She sighed. “Oh, yes.” She dug her nails into his ass in case he wasn’t listening.
He fucked her harder, nothing shallow or fast about it.
Chase hooked his arm under her knee and pulled her leg higher. Suddenly he was hitting the exact right spot. A spot she’d forgotten about in the past few years.
“Chase.”