“Don’t go anywhere. I’m not finished.”
“Elec . . .” Yeah, that was really putting up a stellar protest. Especially since she was settling back into his grip.
“You’re feeling better, aren’t you? I can make you feel even better.”
Oh, she just bet he could. The question was whether or not she should let him.
Now that his lips were strolling down her neck, his fingers peeling back the neckline of her shirt so he could lick along her shoulder, it seemed like a moot point. His tongue felt so good and she wanted to stop him, she really did, but it was relaxing and it was just a little kissing, and what difference did it make? Really.
Her fingers unfurled and the aspirin rolled out of her hand onto the countertop.
“I don’t know . . . we should go back to the party . . .” Aware that she sounded more breathy than resolute as his fingers wandered around the front of her T-shirt and brushed over her ni**les, Tamara wondered why she had even bothered to speak. She was full of grade-A horseshit and she knew it.
Elec knew it, too, since he turned her around by her shoulders and looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire. “Not until I do this.”
CHAPTER SEVE
HE was going to kiss her, and she was going to let him. No doubt about it.
And when his mouth brushed over hers, then settled in for a nice, long, lovely worship of her lips, she decided she’d made the right choice. This was definitely a better way to spend the dinner party than watching Suzanne glop extra sour cream onto Nikki’s plate while Ty squirmed in chronic embarrassment.
Letting go of the countertop she’d been clenching, Tamara wrapped her arms around Elec’s neck and kissed him back. It was amazing how much she hadn’t realized what she’d been missing until she had it again. The feel of a man’s arms around her, the hitch and catch of their breathing as they both became aroused, the press of his leg against hers, the soft silkiness of his hair beneath her fingers as she stroked the back of his head. She had been touch deprived, she realized now. It had been something she’d taken for granted in her marriage, the soft and random brushes, the right to invade someone else’s personal space, and the ease of having a man’s strong hand on her waist.
“You taste good,” he murmured as his hands went lower to grip her backside and his lips caressed her chin and neck.
“So kiss me again,” she said, wanting his tongue inside her, wanting more.
“You got it.” Elec returned, and this time, the minute he touched her mouth with his, desire exploded between them.
They were gripping each other, hands here, there, everywhere, digging into each other’s hair in an effort to get closer, to meld their mouths completely, Elec’s tongue doing amazing things to hers as he thrust into her. Tamara could feel his erection pressing against her thigh and she had a feeling she knew this was going to the point of no return, but she somehow couldn’t bring herself to care.
When Elec broke away, panting, his hair sticking up, and leaned back and closed the bathroom door and locked it, she knew he was having the same thoughts.
“We shouldn’t be doing this . . .” she said, trying to hold on to some vestige of respectability.
His answer was to bend over and suck her nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt and bra.
It was exquisite torture, the sensation of pleasure intermingling with the need for more freedom, to have him touching and tasting her bare flesh. When he moved lower and did the same to her inner thighs, Tamara leaned back against the sink. She needed something to hold her up. Especially since before she could blink, he had her skirt lifted and was sliding his tongue along the front of her panties.
“Elec,” she whispered, squirming at both the intimacy of the position and the fact that it just wasn’t good enough. It was a tease for what she really wanted, and he obviously knew it.
He kissed her thighs, licking a wet trail across her bare flesh, causing goose bumps to appear as she shivered in anticipation. He sucked her clitoris through the satin of her panties and she couldn’t prevent a soft moan from slipping out.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.” And she was wet to prove it if he cared to investigate that.
He did. Elec pulled her panties down to her knees and used his fingers to spread her folds.
Tamara wanted to feel embarrassment, wanted to tell him that he really should stop, but she couldn’t work up any sort of protest. Especially not when his tongue slid over her, again and again and again until she was spreading her legs wider, clutching at his hair with eyes half closed, and drowning in the wave after wave of tight hot pleasure he was creating.
Who the hell was she kidding? There was no putting the brakes on. She wasn’t feeling worried or regretful or inhibited in the least. She wanted his mouth on her, she wanted him inside her, and she wanted it right now, rough and racy and raw.
“More,” she said, yanking her skirt up so she could see him better. The fabric was blocking her view and she wanted to see his tongue dipping inside her, wanted to see his dark eyes clouded with desire.
“More what?”
Tamara wasn’t sure what he meant, but damned if he hadn’t stopped touching her to look up at her, and that just wasn’t allowed. “More, please?” she said, thinking he was teasing her for being bossy.
But Elec just laughed softly, his breath tickling her thighs. “No, I meant what do you want more of? More of me licking you, or by more, are you saying you want me inside you? But I like the way you said that so politely. You really are a lady, you know. The kind my momma would like.”
She didn’t think there was anything particularly ladylike about being pressed against the vanity in a friend’s apartment with a man’s head in her crotch while she held her skirt up for him. “Somehow I doubt your momma would agree if she saw us right now.”
“Well, I’m just going to say how grateful I am she isn’t here. But you still haven’t answered the question.”
And all this talking wasn’t getting her what she wanted. She wasn’t sure if she had the courage to say it out loud, but she bit her lip when he gave a soft, teasing flick across her clitoris. She could say it after all. “More of you licking me.”
Elec murmured into her thighs, “You got it, gorgeous.”
He started doing the most amazing and delicious things to her, dipping inside her and stroking up and down, slow, then fast, until she lost the ability to speak or think or do anything other than moan in encouragement. When he sucked her clitoris softly, a finger inside her, she came, bucking forward, clamping her lips shut to hold back a sharp cry.