Each wicked thrust of his fingers made her arch to receive more, her body totally exposed to him, her sex inflamed, juices trickling along her cleft.
“So greedy,” he admonished, dark amusement in his voice.
“Nathan,” she gasped as he teased her swollen petals, making her legs quake beneath her. “Please …”
“Stay there,” he commanded. “Stay just like that.”
He moved off her, leaving chill air in his wake. But then she felt his bulky shoulders between her parted thighs. Felt his breath rush against her wet core in the instant before he buried his face in her sex. Heat blasted her as he licked a slow, fiery trail from her cl*t to her ass.
“Oh, God.” Jordana’s voice was threadbare, choked with pleasure as he cleaved her slit with his tongue. She had no voice at all when he returned to the pulsing little nub and suckled it ruthlessly, the quivering seam of her body pressed tight to his face with nowhere to escape.
Not that she wanted to. There wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. The world could go on without her on the other side of her office walls. Everything could float away and she’d be happy, so long as Nathan didn’t stop touching her, tasting her, making her mad with pleasure.
She started to come, orgasm roaring up on her in a powerful wave of sensation.
“Not yet,” Nathan ordered her, nipping her just enough to bring her back to earth.
He kissed her shamelessly, relentlessly, until her bones felt liquefied and her blood seemed made of lava. Only then did he release her, rising to his feet behind her. The head of his c**k was a blunt, demanding presence in the slickness at her core.
“You’re mine,” Nathan growled savagely. “I can’t stay away from you. Fuck, Jordana … I will never have enough of you.”
And with that, he thrust deep, impaling her to the hilt.
Nathan couldn’t slow down and sure as hell couldn’t stop. He couldn’t curb the ferocious need that wracked him as he pumped hard and deep into Jordana’s slick, tight sheath.
He couldn’t hold back the primal drum of his pulse, his blood running hot and molten through his veins.
She was his.
No one could tell him otherwise. No plea or command or lethal threat would change how he felt about her.
Jordana belonged to him.
Her body, her pleasure, her heart. Maybe one day, her blood bond.
Just the thought of taking her vein as he claimed her body made his fangs erupt farther from his gums. The recollection of her bloodscent, that ethereal, delicately elusive mix of citrus and spice, made his mouth water with the thirst to make her his in the one way no worldly force could ever break.
But not here.
Not like this.
He’d already taken more than he deserved from her.
She had driven him to the razor’s edge of his control tonight, but he still had some sanity left.
Admittedly, too damned little, when she looked so sexy for him tonight and tasted so sweet. When she felt so incredibly perfect as he held her pinned beneath him and crashed into her welcoming heat with an abandon he’d never known.
All he knew in that moment was her. She consumed his senses, obliterating everything but the pleasure of their joining, the erotic sounds of their bodies moving together in slick and frenzied rhythm.
He wasn’t going to last long.
Each thrust of his h*ps sent him deeper, jolted him further away from reason and control and discipline. His veins were lit up, sizzling. Tension coiled deep inside him, pressure that turned every tendon and sinew to the breaking point. His c**k had never been harder, ready to explode.
“Come for me now, Jordana,” he muttered fiercely beside her head as he leaned forward and angled himself even tighter into the milking tightness of her womb. “I want to feel it. I need to feel it right now.”
Her response was immediate, her release a sudden, violent shudder that vibrated all along his shaft and down into his marrow. She cried his name on a broken gasp, arching into his thrusts as his own release roared up to overtake him.
He was gone in that same instant. He came hard and fast, blinded by pure, white-hot ecstasy as his seed shot loose into the contracting glove of her sex.
He didn’t know how long they remained there, Jordana panting softly beneath him, splayed over the desk; he braced above her on locked elbows and fists, unmoving, unwilling to break the sexual connection of their bodies.
He was hard again. More accurately, still hard.
Jordana’s pulse was a heavy, seductive thrum against his shaft. Her delicate muscles gripped him snugly, even now. When she shifted her h*ps in tempting invitation, Nathan groaned.
“Keep that up, and I’ll never let you out of this room.”
She turned her head and regarded him over her shoulder, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I think I might like that.”
So would he, but they couldn’t stay there much longer and expect her not to be missed. Exercising more self-control than he’d been able to claim since he met her, Nathan slowly eased out of her. Her disappointed moan nearly undid him.
“Give me your hand,” he said, and reached down to help her rise up off the desk.
She turned around to face him, her light blue eyes dusky below the thick fringe of her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry red and glistening.
He drew her close, brushed his fingers over her moist, tantalizing mouth. “You make me hard as stone, just thinking about how good your lips felt on me tonight.” His c**k twitched in agreement, ready to start all over again. “I can’t wait to get you out of here and into bed with me. I’ve got some very creative ideas for how I’m gonna pay you back.”