He reared back, muttering something unintelligible, but his hands shot upwards and the T-shirt was gone, leaving a bronzed expanse of skin sprinkled with dark hair that arrowed down and disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts.
Olivia dared her gaze to follow. Her mouth went dry, her legs turned to jelly and her core throbbed with desire and anticipation. He was even bigger than she remembered. Oh. Sweet. Heaven. Would all that fit? She couldn’t wait to find out.
He reached for the straps of her dress but she shook him off. ‘My turn tonight.’
He nodded, eyes heavy and smoking hot in the dimness. ‘Help yourself.’
He appeared all casualness and acquiescence but Olivia could see the tension rippling across his abdomen. Perhaps he enjoyed having women perform sexual favours for him, or he was humouring her for the moment, because no way would he play the passive role unless it suited him. Even now, she knew he could turn this situation around and have her pinned beneath him before she could blink.
That made him dangerous. And exciting.
She reached out and touched him, a light stroke across his abdomen, a fingertip against his navel. ‘Are you a brief or boxer man?’ She slid both hands beneath his waistband. Her knuckles grazed firm, warm skin.
‘Guess you’re about to find out for yourself.’ His voice sounded low, strained.
‘Not here.’ She prodded him so that he walked backwards until his calves came up against a wide leather recliner chair, then nodded. ‘Here’s good.’
She reached into his pocket for condoms—she wasn’t fussed which packet it was—and slapped them on the coffee table beside the chair. Then with a nerve she hadn’t known she possessed until this minute, she shoved the shorts—and boxers too—over his hips and down. There was an awkward moment when he had to help her manipulate the fabric over his massive erection, but then he was stepping out of them and kicking them aside and he was naked and she was fully clothed and she felt amazing and powerful and sexy.
He cleared his throat. ‘Do you want me to lie down?’
‘Not yet.’ Outside, the party lived on but the only sound in the room was their quickened breathing and her heart beating its way out of her chest. She shifted closer, felt his need, warm and tempting across the intimate space between them. Like a kid with a new discovery, she was compelled to touch, to explore. She’d never touched a man this way and curiosity and wonder filled her. Hot, silk-covered steel. Wrapping her hands around him, she looked up, watched his eyes darken as she acquainted herself with him. She experimented, squeezing gently and sliding her hand upwards. ‘Wow.’
He shuddered, placed a firm grip on her shoulders. ‘You keep doing that and it’s going to be over in seconds.’ His voice was gruff, his jaw tight.
She bit her bottom lip, and immediately let go. ‘Sorry...’
A glimmer of what looked like humour lit his eyes. ‘You’re kidding, right?’
‘I...it’s just that you make me want to be adventurous and a little bit naughty.’
He grinned. ‘Hell, skipper, you’re already adventurous. And I’m all for a little bit of naughty.’ He pulled her against him and toppled them both onto the butter-soft leather.
‘Hey, it was my turn.’ But she laughed, breathless, and straddled him, arms straight, hands resting on his broad shoulders. His legs chafed against her inner thighs, his arousal nestled huge and hot against her panties.
He waggled his brows at her. ‘You’re on top, aren’t you?’
She looked down at the seemingly innocuous smile with wicked fun smouldering in those dark eyes. ‘Yeah...’
It was the oddest feeling being with this man with a playboy reputation—the sort of man she usually had little time for. But she knew now that it was only a part of who he was, and right now he just made her feel special.
He tugged the zip at the back of her dress, his fingers grazing a shivery path down her spine along the way. It slid from her shoulders to hang, gaping and loose on his chest. His eyes didn’t leave hers, glittering in the dimness as he flicked open her bra, pulling it away from her skin and exposing her tightening nipples to the cool air.
‘You’re amazing, you know that?’ he told her while big palms smoothed the fabric up over her outer thighs, raising goose-bumps and heat and blood pressure.
She shifted, adjusting her knees so she was closer. ‘This whole night’s amazing.’
Jett agreed, his hands sweeping up the curves of her body as he divested her of her clothing. Then she was exposed to his gaze but for a pair of skimpy lace knickers and he took a moment to go slow, trailing his fingers over peaches and cream skin never touched by the sun. Pert pink nipples ripe for tasting. He filled his hands with her sensational breasts and listened to her breathing quicken and turn choppy, then raised his head and suckled her.