Sweet Nothings: A Karma Café Novella by Tawny Weber

burst, needing her to be as desperate as he was, he mimicked her gesture. His hands cupped her breasts, the roughness of the lace an erotic contrast against the sweet smoothness of her skin. He hooked his fingers under the lace, pulling it down to bare her nipples, then skimmed his thumbs over the hardening peaks.
    Her gasp released his tongue, but before he could regain a little control, her hand slipped down between their bodies, fingers curling over his dick.
    “You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against her lips. “But I like it.”
    She leaned back, just enough so he could see her face. Her smile was wickedly pleased and her big blue eyes couldn’t be called innocent now. Enticing, erotic, alluring, yes. But definitely not innocent.
    “Bet I can make you love it,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
    Then she proceeded to prove herself right.
    She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back to hers. Meanwhile, her other hand worked his rock-hard erection through his jeans, squeezing in time with the throbbing.
    Jacob gave himself a delicious thirty seconds to revel in the intense power she had over his body. Then, grabbing ahold of his fragile threads of control, he set out to drive her crazy.
    Oh, God. Bianca’s body hummed, desire dancing a wickedly sensuous rhythm. Jacob’s mouth was magic. He tasted so good and his tongue. Oh, baby, what a tongue. She didn’t know if it was Anja’s spell or simply the intensity of finally letting herself feel and experience every secret sexual delight she’d ever dreamed.
    His thumbs worked her nipples into a state of hard need while his tongue danced over hers in a way that made her want to wiggle and squirm.
    She gripped his dick harder through the thick fabric of his jeans. Or was it just him that was thick? Needing to find out, she fumbled with the button. As soon as it was loosened, she yanked the zipper down and slid her fingers beneath both denim and cotton to grip velvety hard flesh.
    “Bianca,” he gasped.
    She slid her fingers along the length, holding tight to the hard flesh.
    “Slow down,” he warned in a choked voice.
    “Speed up,” she suggested, swiping her tongue over his lower lip. Then, unable to resist, she bit that sexy flesh with a quick snap.
    His laugh was just a little strangled, but he clearly got the urgent message. One hand still working magic on her nipple, fingers sliding around and around, his other wrapped behind her to unsnap her bra. As if relieved to be free of their aching burden, the straps flew down her arms, only to be trapped by her elbows. Before the lace cups even fell, his hands were there. Molding, squeezing, delighting. His fingers pinched, his palm soothing even as he teased.
    Realizing his pace was light years behind what she needed, Bianca undid the snap of her jeans herself. Smart boy that he was, Jacob didn’t need other prompting. His lips sped down her throat, leaving a trail of wet heat before he reached her nipple. Teeth and tongue worked the aching bud, making Bianca crazy. Tight and intense, desire coiled deep in her belly. moisture pooled as need clawed inside her. Need for more. Need for everything.
    As if he heard, Jacob had the zipper down and the shoved fabric off her hips. Her jeans hit the floor before she could kick her shoes off. Then his hand slipped beneath her panties, and she didn’t care. Not about shoes, not even about breathing. All that mattered was the incredible sensations building between her legs.
    His fingers plunged into the wet heat of her core at the same time he bit her nipple, sucking it between his teeth while he laved it with his tongue.
    The coil unwound, her body exploding in waves. Each one hit her harder until she was drowning in sensations. She was dimly aware of him removing the rest of her clothes, and of the distant sound of foil. But she couldn’t pull herself out of the puddle of passion enough to realize what he was doing until she felt