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"Strip," Liz ordered.
Red grinned. Then, showing he was all for equality among the sexes when it came to love play, he stood, and in a few quick moves, had that surprising incredible body bared for her pleasure.
Liz dipped her fingers into the jelly jar, then smoothed them over his lower lip. With a delicate swipe of her tongue, she licked it clean.
"Yum," she told him.
He grinned, waiting to see what she'd taste next. She swirled the sweet jelly around his nipples. Then she sucked them clean. They tightened pleasantly, first one then the other, beneath her lips. She smoothed her other hand down his hips, over the solid angles of his sexy butt. Oh that ass.
She dipped her fingers in the jelly again, dropped to her knees and kissed her way down his belly. His body was a banquet. Every inch delicious. And she wanted to taste him all.
"Nope," Red said with a nervous laugh, grabbing her sticky fingers just before they could spread the breakfast preserve over his erection. "That'd get in the way of what I have planned next."
"But I wanted to taste," Liz said with a naughty smile. Her hand still in his, she leaned down to blow a soft puff of air on the gleaming tip of his length.
It jumped.
She slid a glance up at Red, observing the hazy, almost stupefied- with-wanting look on his face. Still, though, he didn't release her hand.
So Liz tasted without jelly.
First with just her tongue, tasting gently at the tip. Then she slid it down the hard length, and back up. His fingers, wrapped around her wrist, trembled. She sucked the smooth rounded tip. Just the tip. He groaned out loud.
Before she could take his entire delicious length into her mouth, he used her wrist to pull her to her feet. Her breath shocked right out of her, Liz gasped. Still holding her hand, he lifted the jelly-smeared finger to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he grabbed her by the waist, flipped her around and pressed her body between his and the table.
"You're the most delicious woman in the world," Red murmured against the back of her neck, his lips moving along her shoulder in soft, wet kisses. Both hands reached around, cupping her breasts. Fingers tweaked, pulled, swirled the tips until they ached with pleasure. Her butt brushed his erection again and again as her hips undulated, desperate for release. Wanting more, and since his hands were busy, she pressed her own down between her thighs, preparing, readying herself for the delight she knew he'd give.
"Mine," he protested, one of his hands sliding down to cover hers, twining their fingers together so they worked the aching swollen nub in concert.
Liz moaned, heat swirling, passion building tight in her belly. Before she could climb too high, too fast, Red bent her low over the table.
Her face nestled in her arms, she let him position her, lifting her hips for his entry. Even with proof so many times over of how big, strong and fabulous he felt inside, she still gasped with shock when, his hands braced on her hips, he plunged deep.
Her fingers dug into the tabletop, the wood cool and rigid under her. Her hips shifted. Back, forth and back again, meeting his thrusts.
One hand still guiding her hips, Red slid the other between her thighs, flicking his finger over the quivering bud there.
He thrust again. Flicked once more. Two strokes, then three. Her body exploded. Stars danced a wild dance behind her closed eyelids as she gasped, moaning his name over and over. The orgasm rocked her, her body pressing tighter to the table, to his hips, as if she could somehow twist even more pleasure from the climax.
Her moves were all the encouragement he needed. Red's fingers dug into her hips, holding her still for his body. With a guttural moan, he plunged again, then once more. Then he groaned, loud and long. His thighs, so hard and strong, quivered against the back of hers.
Spent, totally empty, her body lay across the table as she tried to catch her breath. To find her thoughts. To remember her name.
"I have to go," Red murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder, making her shudder as yet another tiny orgasm rocked her body.
"No," Liz protested. She wanted to lift her head, to roll over and grab on to him. But she didn't have the strength. There was nothing left, he'd drained her dry.
She heard him move away but still couldn't open her eyes.
"Lizzie, I've got a meeting tonight," he told her. His voice was a bit distant, as if he was trying to put space between them. A hint of panic flamed in her stomach. Before it could grow, he continued, "But I should be done by eleven, midnight at the latest. I'll come back."
Liz's lashes fluttered. She forced her head to turn so she could see him. She wanted to protest. To tell him to ask instead of inform.
She might even have plans.
Her brow furrowed.
Wait.
She did have plans.
"I'm busy tonight," she realized, not sure which she wanted more
"How busy?"
"Very busy." Pulling a face at having to climb off the cloud of sexual nirvana, she rolled to her side. Red's eyes heated to green flames. "I've combined a drink with Ressler and Aram."
She only hesitated a second before adding, "But I can be back by midnight."
Red zipped his pants, dressing his shirt in and giving her a long, contemplative look. As if he knew exactly what she was offering. Not just sex. Trust. A chance to see where this went. And, she admitted to herself with a sigh, rolling off the table, a boatload of expectations.
She could see the hesitation in his green eyes. Knew he was weighing all that, probably against how fast he could hit the door. He stepped forward, sliding between her legs again and resting his hands on her bare waist.
Eyes open, staring into hers, he leaned down to meet her lips. Whisper soft, it was a promise, an acceptance. For the first time, his kiss didn't make her think, Let's get naked. It made her think, Wow, there goes my heart.
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