Mistresses: Just One Night. Yvonne Lindsay

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      Levi blanketed her from head to heel as he pressed into her from behind, burrowed his nose into her hair. Starting at her shoulders, he followed the lines of her arms until he caught her wrists in a loose hold, brought them overhead to link around the back of his neck.

      “Like this.” Warm breath washed over her ear and with it came a low groan of masculine appreciation that sent shivers of excitement shooting the length of her body, tightening her nipples and core.

      Again those thick hands skimmed down her arms, following the outer swell of her breasts, drifting in to touch the frame of her pelvis and then down to the tops of her thighs and inward the slightest degree. Her breath caught as he played at the hem of her dress, fingering the bare skin beneath. Making her shiver with anticipation as he toyed with the sensitive flesh still too far from where she wanted him to be.

      “Levi.” His name slipped out on a soft gasp at another light stroke of his fingertips against her inner thighs, this one higher, deeper.

      And then his lips were against the shell of her ear, his breath teasing the whorl. “What did you come here for tonight, Elise?”

      Her pulse skipped, though whether it was the question itself, or the light clasp of teeth against her over-sensitized skin, she couldn’t know. She loved it that he wanted to hear her say the words, loved that, with him, she wasn’t afraid to play this sensual game, or tease a little in return … no matter how far out of her depth she’d found herself.

      Closing her eyes, she let the imp in her answer, “I thought we could talk.”

      “Liar, liar.” The low rumble of his claim stroked over her, working her senses into a frenzied pitch.

      Her gaze dropped to her dress, riding inches too high against his wrists where his hands dipped beneath. “How do you know?”

      She could feel the smile on his lips at her ear as those knowing fingers stroked higher again. Hear the anticipation in the rough scrape of his words against her senses.

      “Clubs like HeadRush aren’t conducive to intimate conversation. That’s not why people come to them. And then—” one finger brushed feather soft against the silk of her panties—the wet silk “—there’s this.”

      A shudder ran through her, so intense it nearly buckled her knees. But this was too exciting—too intense to risk that it might stop. So she held strong, silently willing another soft stroke.

      “Tell me, beautiful. Tell me what you want before I decide you’re going to have to beg to get it.”

      Her head fell to the side, allowing more access for those warm, wet words to wash over her ear and neck. “Make me.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

      ELISE could feel the muscles behind her clench, the pressure of his palm at her thigh increase for one fleeting, delicious moment, before his quiet curse ground through gritted teeth. Reveling in the tightening strain on the tether of Levi’s control, she eased her hips further into his groin and was rewarded with the thick column of his arousal insistent at her lower back.

      Heck, she was half ready to beg right now, but she wanted to see what holding back would get her. She wanted to play.

      His fingertip followed an erotic trail along the scalloped edge of her panties and then hooked the sodden panel between her legs, giving it a light tug away from her body. Enough that the conditioned air circulating through the office around them washed cool over her hot flesh.

      “I want these off.”

      Oh, God. She wanted them off too. Gone. Savagely torn free by the bite of his teeth.

      Or better, ripped from her body by those huge hands. Just the image alone had a quiet cry escaping on her next breath.

      Only the hands that worked the panties down were gentle. Slow. Painstakingly careful as they nudged the delicate lingerie past her hips and let it fall to the floor where she gingerly stepped free of it.

      Gathering her dress in his fists, Levi drew the garment over her abdomen, ribs, and the rise of her breasts—pausing to abrade the tight buds with a series of slow, soft circles that left her panting, hot and aching, before he worked the sheath to her shoulders.

      At his slight nudge she released her hold around his neck and let him strip her completely.

      She was bare. Completely exposed. Standing in Levi’s office, surrounded by a building full of employees and masses of club-goers who had no idea they were even there. It was the most provocative thing she’d ever done.

      The car didn’t count. That had been an act of desperation. But this, this was conscious thought pushing her to dive headfirst into Levi’s pool of hedonistic pleasure.

      When Levi’s hands returned, there was nothing between them and the bare skin of her body. He covered her breasts, taking the achy press of her nipples against his palms. Coasted lower to what she was beginning to recognize as his favorite hold at her hips, and pulled her back into contact with the steely ridge that fit snug against her behind, and the powerful slabs of his thighs and bulk of his chest.

      One hand splayed wide and hot across her belly. The other resumed the downward trek to her sex, covering her there.

      And then, with the nudge of his knee between her legs, Levi widened her stance and pressed a single finger between the parting flesh beneath.

      “God, you’re wet,” he whispered into the hair behind her ear.

      Her heart skipped as the anticipation built with his provocative words. His deliberately too light touch offering only enough contact to drive the breath from her lungs on a shuddering gasp and make her wonder if her knees could hold her, before she realized she didn’t care. “Oh, God, please. Levi.”

      It shouldn’t have been possible to hear that satisfied twist of lips in his breath, but somehow she did.

      “Mmm, that’s close, beautiful. But I want more.”

      That soft sliding finger trailed another teasing path through her wetness, ever so lightly circling the tight bundle of nerves that threatened to make her Levi’s slave. He would come so close—only to veer away. She needed more.

      Her hips began to move with his punishing caress, seeking more—though whether it was more contact or more of the sweet torture driving her wild she didn’t know. All she knew was no man had ever held her at the brink the way Levi did. No man had ever dragged her to the heights he took her, carried her beyond where she thought possible to go, and then taken her even further. No man had built her desire to such a peak that she believed nothing could surpass the pleasure derived from the journey alone—and then proved her so completely wrong. Giving her a climax so intense she didn’t just feel as though she had shattered, but the world around her had shattered as well.

      That was where he was taking her now.

      That was why she would wait as long as she could. Resist with everything she had. And draw out every single minute of the pleasure Levi offered her.

      Her fingers slipped free of each other and wound into the short silk of Levi’s hair, СКАЧАТЬ