Into the Night by Janelle Denison Page B

clasp of her sex, and he thought his head was going to explode.
    With monumental effort, he broke the kiss and stilled his hand, waiting for her to understand the repercussions of her touching him. After a moment, she released a soft sob of frustration and let her arms fall back to her sides.
    “Nathan,” she said, her voice a low rasp of sound. “I want you inside me. Please .”
    He buried his face against her neck and trailed delicate, moist kisses up to the shell of her ear. “I am inside you,” he whispered, and to make sure there was no doubt in her mind, he stroked her slick inner walls with his fingers. “I can feel how snug and warm you are, how soft and aroused.”
    She groaned and shook her head. “You’re driving me crazy.”
    He chuckled, then pulled back so he could look into her bright blue eyes. “Yeah, maybe a little. But there’s no sense rushing a good thing.” He eased his fingers back out, then drove them deep again, watching as her breath quickened and her lashes fell half-mast. “I want to watch you come. I want to know what it’s going to feel like when you tighten around my cock when I’m pushed all the way to the hilt inside you.”
    The image he must have created in her head had a rippling effect on her body. She shivered, the tips of her breasts piercing his chest, branding him, while lower, she clenched around his plundering fingers.
    “Please,” she begged shamelessly.
    Smiling like the devil, he continued to decimate her senses with a heated caress here and a leisurely stroke there. “You’re in way too much of a rush,” he murmured. “You’re going straight for satisfaction and bypassing all the good stuff in between. Don’t you know foreplay is the best part of sex?”
    She laughed huskily, even as her hips continued to strain toward his enticing touch. “Yeah, I know that, but most guys aren’t so patient and generous.”
    “Maybe you’ve been with the wrong kind of guys,” he suggested, and brought his thumb into play, sliding the pad through the weeping folds of her sex until he found what he sought. Her clit. And that’s where he next focused his attention.
    She bit her bottom lip and moaned as he glided his thumb over the hard nub of flesh, using her own slick moisture to enhance the pleasure. “I think you’re right,” she said breathlessly.
    “Of course I am,” he teased, then began in earnest to prove how right he was.
    His mouth went back to work seducing hers, deeply and thoroughly and with infinite patience, while his fingers adopted the same slow, deliberate rhythm down below. He ignored the desperate, needy sounds she made, ignored her attempts to speed things up. Instead, he made her burn, inside and out. He gradually brought her to the breaking point, to that pinnacle where lust and desire meshed into the ultimate pleasure, then pushed her even higher, until she was unraveling, trembling. The strength of her orgasm completely consumed her, leaving her weak and spent and gasping for breath.
    He gave her a few moments to recover, brushing his lips across her cheek and removing his hand from the incredible heat of her still-pulsing body. He was achingly hard, and it was all he could do to keep from taking her right there, up against the wall.
    Her eyes opened languidly, and a content smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. “Oh. My. God. That was amazing.”
    Her compliment stroked his male ego and made him want her even more. “And just think, we’re not done yet. Condoms are in the bedroom,” he said, leaving the next decision up to her.
    She didn’t hesitate. “Lead the way.”
    Taking her hand, he guided her down the hallway to his bedroom, where Nicole was quick to turn the tables and take control. This time, he let her, because he was done with the teasing and beyond eager to be inside her. She obviously wanted the same thing.
    He pulled off his shoes and socks while she went to work getting him out of his pants, her mouth kissing him with a