Each touch ignited sparks, devouring me and making my body shudder from all the pent-up frustration of waiting for this moment. We were like two fires merging, growing hotter and raging into one.
He released my mouth, moving his lips to start nipping and pressing hot kisses against my neck. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I tried to pull him even closer. His harsh whisper against my skin raised goosebumps.
“Steph, I’m going to take you to bed now.”
A bolt of desire shot through me. I knew what he wanted, and I knew there would be no going back after, but I was ready to march through that door and lock it for good. No backsies necessary. “Yes.”
With a low growl of need, he swept me into his arms and kissed me as we made our way to the bedroom. Things crashed to the floor, but I didn’t know and didn’t care what they were. He didn’t seem to either. His hands were on my zipper, and he tugged my dress off and let it fall to the floor as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and left it in our wake.
Our want made us frenzied, surrendering to primal need. I knew we must’ve reached his bedroom because the backs of my knees hit something soft and he lay me down on the mattress. Already, we were both naked.
He crawled onto the bed after me, and I tried looping my arms around his neck, but he captured my wrists and brought them above my head using only one hand. Eyes smoldering on mine, his voice was rough and raw. “Keep them there.”
I didn’t know how long I would be able to keep from touching him, but I wanted to obey his carnal command. Sitting back on his heels between my legs, he ran his fingers down my sides. His gaze followed, his eyes dark and hooded.
There were no lights on in the room, but there was enough ambient lighting that I could make out the perfect planes of his body. Broad shoulders that led to his chest, a light smattering of hair above hard nipples. His abs looked like they’d been carved of steel and tempered in fire.
And there, curving up to his belly button was what I wanted. I had the urge to sit up, to take him into my mouth, but I remembered his edict and stayed put, my mouth watering as I examined him the same as he was doing to me.
Then his wet mouth closed around my nipple, and I lost track of what I was thinking. Pure sensation took over, and I tumbled into it. Low moans escaped my lips, and I didn’t even try to hold them back.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” he murmured against my chest, planting both hands on my hips. “Let’s see how much louder I can make them go.”
Before I could make sense of his words, he was kissing and nipping his way down my belly. He parted my thighs to expose me to him, but I didn’t feel as vulnerable as I expected to. Taking me in for a second, he groaned. “So fucking beautiful. Just like I knew you would be.”
No one ever complimented my pussy before, and I was surprised to find it made me even hotter, needier. I buried my hands in his hair, nearly whimpering when he stopped to look up at me. “Keep them where I put them.”
I squirmed, my hips bucking, but he didn’t budge until my arms were above my head again. “There’s my good girl.”
Hisgood girl? I started questioning but lost my train of thought again when his tongue darted out and licked me from top to bottom and back again. I cried out, falling back into a place where all I could focus on was the pleasure.
And what a lot I got. Jeremiah made me come twice using his fingers and tongue before reaching into his nightstand and rolling a condom over his impressive length. His muscles were tight with restraint and quivering by the time he sank into me.
He was as hard as granite and stretched me wide open, but I was so pliant and ready for him my body welcomed him like it was throwing him a parade. He moaned, pressing kisses to my shoulders as he thrust his way home.
Our bodies took no time at all to find their own perfect rhythm. Within minutes, I was ready to combust again. Jeremiah kissed me and brought a hand up to cup my cheek, his voice a ragged whisper. “Let go for me, Steph. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Yes!” I gasped. His words were my undoing. The heat that had been building in my body spread through me like an inferno starting at my core and exploding to each one of my extremities. I screamed his name and dug my hands into his firm butt to anchor myself to something. To him.
Intense pleasure overwhelmed me and wracked me, wrecking any hope of ever being satisfied with an orgasm from another source ever again. I was barely aware of him following me over the edge until I heard his curse and felt him tense above me. “Fuck. Steph. God, yes.”
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, I watched him barrel through his. Easily and hands down the hottest, most erotic fucking thing I’d ever seen. His eyes were screwed shut, his teeth gritted as the column of his throat worked and his hips bucked into mine.
Relaxing as he started coming down, he opened his eyes and dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Who would’ve thought you’d be such a generous lover, Jeremiah Williams?” I whispered back, still trying to catch my breath.
“You’d better let them know to hold the presses,” he said joking, nuzzling my neck before pulling his entwined legs free.
When he rolled off, I sat up and wrapped a sheet around me. As jellylike as my legs were, I knew how this worked. I had to leave now. Jeremiah rolled onto his side and caught my wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To get my clothes. I’m not sure where they ended up, but I should probably head home.”
He shook his head firmly and slid his hand into mine. “Come back to bed. Spend the night with me.”
“I shouldn’t, Jeremiah.” I tried scooting to the edge of the bed, but his grip remained firm. “What just happened… I’m your employee.”
He smirked, hooking one muscular arm behind his head and curling his finger in a come-hither motion. “If that’s the only problem you have with staying, we’ll just have to add sleeping over to your list of job duties. Part of your job description. Now, will you stay with me? Because I’m dying to do that all over again.”