Page 22 of Brazilian Surrender
“We can make it simple,” she said. God. She never had to pursue any man this way; she’d always been much more passive and compliant. This time…her stomach sank. She wanted him, and even if he denied her, she wouldn’t let him get away easily, not when she suspected he wanted her, too.
His eyes gleamed. “No.”
She smiled and leaned closer. “Liar.”
“No,” he repeated, and she didn’t know if he talked to her or himself. She caught herself grabbing his jacket rather than touching. To the hell with common sense.
She registered the pain and conflict in his now forest green eyes. Her blood rushed wild and free in her veins. She brushed against him to close the scant distance between them.
“No.” He braced her against the wall. A few cleaning supplies from a nearby shelf fell to the floor. “No!” he shouted, this time grabbing her wrists and lifting them above her head.
Her breath came in small pants, tension charging the air between them. She raised her eyes to him and noticed he gazed down at her lips.
Damn it. He was right—none of this was simple. She was way out of her league, and completely careless. She flexed and unflexed her fingers, without trying to escape from his grasp. He tightened his hold and groaned, still focused on her lips like he calculated in his head if kissing, fucking her, would be worth ignoring his judgment.
“No,” he whispered, his voice so throaty she wondered if she’d really heard him. Jaeger dipped down his head and captured her lips, quickly, hungrily, and savagely.
She opened her mouth, desperate to take all of it before it ended. He stroked her tongue with his, taking her to a world of sensations that sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She squirmed, her wrists moving, wanting to get free so she could lean into him for support, touch his chest, play with his hair, but he wouldn’t have any of it. He kept her restrained, in place.
A succession of moans formed in her throat without ever pushing past her lips. He sucked her tongue, grazed her upper lip, and plastered his strong, hard body against her. Her nipples hardened, begging for his attention. She did her best to match his urgency, kissing him hard. She arched against him, offering herself to him. She knew Jaeger would be proper and distant when he came to his senses, but until then there was no way she wouldn’t enjoy the feeling of burning under her clothes.
“More.”
He nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned so loud her throat felt raw. Her panties were soaked, a coating of desire filling her sex. He let go of her wrists unexpectedly, and her hands fell to her sides, feeling heavy and tingly. When she lifted them to touch him, he outsmarted her and moved lower, giving her chest open-mouthed kisses. Warmth spread through the fabric, and she bucked into him. Feeling bold, she pulled down the top of her dress, her breasts bouncing free.
Jaeger’s tongue swirled around her nipple, and the tight bud sizzled. God. The deep grunt from his lungs shook something inside her, like he had the power of affecting her through sound alone. She finally touched his hair, running her fingers into his textured blond hair, pulling him closer. She never wanted to let him go.
“So good,” she murmured.
She undulated her hips, rocking into him. He slid one hand south on her body, and pushed the hem of her dress up with the other hand. Her outfit became a creased mess bunched at her waist and she loved everything about it. A sense of freedom bolted through her. He slid a finger into her G-string, caressing her slick folds. What she really wanted was for him to drive himself inside her and put her out of the delicious agony. “Oh yes.”
He growled against her chest and sucked her entire breast while teasing her pussy. Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach, desire making her lightheaded. He palmed her sex, tapped it, and brushed his flesh against her pubis, sending dozens of thrills of excitement through her.
“You’re mind-blowing,” he said.
She nearly replied, but she preferred to let his compliment settle for the moment. He traced kisses down her belly, and when he disappeared between her legs she almost lost her balance and fell.
He kept her steady, sitting her on the counter and placing her legs over his shoulders. She lay back, propping herself on her trembling elbows.
Jaeger nipped her thigh then licked her, and she threw her head back, arms falling down, balance completely lost. While he kept teasing her, planting kisses, each time closer to her sex, he massaged the back of her knees with sensual circular movements. Overstimulation reached nearly unbearable levels.
Boldly, he tasted her. The tip of his tongue stroked her nub, while his finger finally joined the party. Every beat of her heart whispered his name. Every cell of her being anticipated, celebrated, seared.
He intensified his claim of her, his tongue lapping at her engorged clit in tandem with the finger that rubbed her sex without mercy. Meu Deus. Her every muscle began to tighten, her body sending a clear message that she couldn’t keep from coming. She called his name, her head so light it bobbed back, her thighs quivering. Soon, the rest of her body trembled until the exhilarating climax.
“I’ll give you some privacy and wait for you outside,” he said, the first one to speak. She opened her eyes and found him standing a few feet from her. It took her a couple of seconds to zoom in on him, her vision a still a bit blurry from the orgasm. She registered him staring at her, then his shoulders dropped a notch and he left the pool house, closing the door behind him.
When the door handle clinked, she blinked and shook herself out of the sexual haze. What had she done? Jaeger Bauer had just pleasured her.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead. If she acted like nothing happened, she’d be a hypocrite. If she chose to have sex with him, would she be ready to indulge in his preferences? She didn’t have control over her stalker. Was she ready to give up what little control she had in her current situation—in the bedroom?
…
“Scotch?” one of Camila’s brothers asked. Jaeger met the other two, but not Leonardo. Jaeger glanced at the wet bar area this tall fellow was handling like he was used to the place, without waiting for the waiters who were out serving the other guests.
“Neat, please.”
Leonardo grabbed a couple of tumblers and poured a ridiculously expensive scotch into them. “I hear you’re staying with my sister,” Leonardo said, in an almost accusatory tone. “How long have you known each other?”
