Lifting his head he gazed at her her through the slit of his lashes. Sensual knowledge burned, male dominance tightened his expression, and pure wicked lust gleamed in his eyes.
She could hope he was losing control, and perhaps he had lost a small part of it. But the sensual, sexual animal he was still maintained enough of his senses to control her.
His fingers moved up her thigh, stroking against her flesh. Anticipation spread through her as her clit swelled with agonizing pleasure.
“Jordan,” his name slipped past her lips in a desperate plea.
“Do you need me, Tey?”
Oh, God, she needed him so bad.
“Always.” Her fingers moved to his hair again, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Have you always needed me, Tey?” His fingers moved between her thighs, parted the folds of her pussy, and just rubbed.
Her hips jerked, her muscles tensed until she felt as though she would break.
“Jordan, I’ve always needed you.” Every part of her needed him. Ached for him. Dreamed of him. “I’ve needed no one like I need you.”
Jordan stared back at her. He was losing it. That part of himself that he had always managed to hold aloof. That part that had always been cold, that refused to acknowledge weakness, emotion, or hunger. That part of himself that he had kept carefully hidden away was coming for her.
Staring up at her, he lowered his head, the taste of her sweet pussy exploding against his tongue as he parted his lips, laid them over the swollen bud of her clit, and kissed.
Her hips jerked against him the cry that spilled from her lips slicing across his control.
She was addictive as hell. Liquid heat, sensual nectar met his lips, as he rolled it over her clit and felt it flex against his tongue.
She was close. So fucking close. He could feel the need for release pounding against her clit as her soft juices spilled to his lips.
He knew what awaited him. The pleasure. A pleasure that burned brighter, hotter than anything he had ever known before.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he drew on the swollen bundle of nerve endings as his fingers moved lower, finding the clenched opening of her pussy and pushing inside the silky, slick entrance.
Immediately the snug, silken tissue clamped on the two fingers working inside her. A cry shattered the silence of the room and the heated glide of her juices washed over his fingers.
And it only made him crave her more. Made him hungrier. Made that part of himself that he kept hidden strain closer to her.
His cock pounded, his balls were so damned tight with the need to come that it was nearly unbearable. With each taste of her lush little pussy, the hunger only grew. He found himself no longer caring that he ached for that illusion he was always warning her about.
Drawing his fingers back, he worked frantically to release his cock from the cloth binding it. Toeing off his expensive leather shoes, he quickly shed the pants, then rose just enough to remove his shirt.
Straightening, his gaze moved slowly over her as he gripped the base of his cock to hold back the release that threatened to explode despite his best intentions.
“Let me see, Tehya,” he growled, his voice harsher, darker than he intended. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me see.”
And God, he loved watching her.
Her hands rose, delicate, fragile fingers cupping the undercurve of each breast, lifting them as the tip of a finger stroked over each tight point.
Her eyes raked down his body, her gaze locking on the sight of him gripping his cock as her hips arched, her face flushing with a surfeit of sexual hunger.
“I want to watch, too,” she whispered as her hands slid from her breasts to caress lower, to stroke her midriff before moving to the flesh just above the slight rise of her pussy.
Bracing his feet against the floor, he let his fingers move over his cock, stroking it slowly, grimacing as his balls throbbed with the need to come.
The effect on Tehya was far more than he expected. The sight of him stroking himself drew a harsh moan from her throat as her fingers slid into the folds of her pussy to circle the swollen bud of her clit.
Her hips arched. Her juices gathered on the peaches-and-cream curves, glistening with an excess of feminine arousal.