Read Spin (The Indigo Lounge Series) Online
Authors: Zara Cox
Spin (The Indigo Lounge Series) (19 page)
“I thought it was the rain being noisy.” She smiles, her shoulders lowering as some of her tension evaporates.
I dip my mouth to her shoulder, lips caressing the soft flesh just inside the robe’s edge, following the line my fingers had taken. She shudders violently in response, gasping and sliding one hand up inside my T-shirt, stroking my chest.
Her lips are parted, her chest heaving. Raw need swells up in me at the touch of her fingertips but I valiantly try to keep it in check. Laura is meant to be the one losing control on this couch, not me.
I trail kisses down her neck to her breastbone. She gasps again, louder this time, tilting her neck back, arching away from me. The robe gapes even further, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her firm, full breasts.
Her free hand reaches for the ties of the robe, slowly loosening them. She watches my face as she lets the silk panels fall wide open, exposing her naked body to me.
She smiles, shyly, endearingly.
I exhale loudly and lower my mouth to her breasts, lightly cupping one with my palm while I take the hard nipple of the other in my mouth, sucking and teasing at it. Her nipples are the exact shade of deep, rosy pink I imagined.
She jerks beneath me, grabbing at my chest. With her other hand she feels for my cock and presses hard against it.
Christ! I groan, jerking away from her. I plan to do this my way but she’s making it damned hard for me to stay in control.
“I want you, Jack.” A playfulness shines in her eyes, a fiery spark I haven’t seen in her before.
She looks...utterly magnificent. Powerfully seductive. Suddenly I’m not sure who’s seducing who.
My pulse quickens, responding to her stark words. I pull my T-shirt up over my head and strip the rest of my clothes off with almost indecent haste.
She stares at me, her lips parted. I stand still, naked, mesmerised by her, by the potent chemistry saturating the air. I relish the expectation suspended between us and feel the potency of reciprocated sexual desire. As creative acts go it’s one of the best - a celebration of beauty, of the joy of life itself...
When I can’t stand waiting anymore I crouch in front of her, stroking her thighs and gently parting her legs, watching her shiver beneath my touch.
“Relax,” I whisper.
Her eyes half close as I dip my mouth to meet hers. She kisses me hungrily, reaching out to pull me onto the chaise longue on top of her. I resist and stay on the floor.
The torrential rain pounds the roof above, the sound broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. She reaches out again to touch my cock but I push her hand roughly away.
“Slow down.” My voice is half whisper, half growl. If she touches me I’ll only last about thirty seconds at this rate. I’m barely holding onto my self-control.
Instead, I focus on giving her pleasure, covering her naked skin with sensual kisses. Kissing her thighs, her stomach, her neck... Slowly, seductively, not sticking to any pattern so that each fresh kiss jolts her. All the tiny downy hairs across her flesh prickle to attention. She squirms on the chaise longue, edging towards me.
I love this moment.
“Please!”
I barely recognise the hoarse whisper as her voice.
“Spread your legs like a good girl then,” I coax and she parts her legs a little.
Deciding I’ve tormented her enough, I grasp her knees and pull her thighs wide apart so I can give her what she needs.
I thrust one finger up inside her. She’s hot and wet and her muscles tense, contracting around me. She moans, squirming and bucking against my hand so it cups her sex. Then I slowly thrust a second finger and then a third inside her, stretching her, getting her ready for my cock.
Writhing against me, she jerks hard as I use my thumb to tease her clit. Her mouth is open and her eyes glazed, her cheeks almost as pink as her cherry nipples.
I stiffen in response, I can’t wait any longer. I withdraw my fingers and quickly go to my desk drawer to fetch a condom. Once I’ve sheathed myself, I cup one of her breasts with one hand and with the other I caress her clit, more roughly now, fucking her with my fingers.
When she’s close to coming I replace my hand with my cock, thrusting hard, enjoying her gasp and the perfect tight fit. She wraps her legs around my back, pressing the soles of her feet against my buttocks, drawing me deeper and deeper into her.
We’ve barely started fucking when she clutches at my back, shuddering against me, crying out. I can’t take it slow. She contracts around my cock as she comes, tightening and convulsing around me.
Our bodies are slick with sweat as the rumble of thunder grows closer. Out of the corner of my eye I see fork lightning streaking above the city. Then I catch Laura’s eye.
In that split second the stab of connection feels as tangible as a body blow. I can hardly bear to maintain eye contact and, burying my face down into her hair instead, I come.
Once I’ve recovered I withdraw and collapse at her side. Despite the noise of the storm the studio seems eerily still. That wasn’t what I’d planned. I’d barely been in control of myself.
What the hell is happening to me?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
It’s just sex. I need to get it together.
The weight of Laura’s expectation presses in on me. She’s waiting for me to say something, to do something.
Something other than fall asleep that is.
I have to lighten the mood, to break the spell.
“I told you it would be better if you let go.” I force a bright smile, as though nothing unusual has happened. I push a lock of hair away from her face, trying not to look into her dark, sea-green eyes.
Great sex, that’s all it is. No mystical connection, just riding high on endorphins. Cracking good endorphins I’ll grant you...
I sense, rather than see the look she gives me as she reaches for her robe and wraps it tightly around herself.
Message received.
I sigh. Is she going to go prissy on me? Spoil things by wanting to put a label on this, expecting a proper relationship? I risk a glimpse at her face. The glittering light in her eyes has vanished. Instead the cloudy gloom shadowing the city skyline has crept into her expression. I’m reminded of shutters being closed against a mountain storm.
Against me?
That intrigues me.
She turns to me and opens her mouth, closes it again, then takes a deep breath. “So, Jack, what happens next?”
To continue reading, buy ‘The Art of Seduction’ by Lorraine Wilson from your online retailer:
Other Books by Lorraine Wilson
Discover more books by Lorraine Wilson and keep up to date with new releases:
http://www.harperimpulseromance.com/authors/lorraine-wilson
https://www.facebook.com/LorraineWilsonWriter
https://twitter.com/Romanceminx
Read Lorraine Wilson’s Chalet Girl Plays Cupid for FREE on AMAZON!
Click the button below and you can sign up to receive emails whenever Zara Cox publishes a new book. There's no charge and no obligation.
Connecting independent readers to independent writers.
Did you love
Spin
? Then you should read
Freefall
by Zara Cox!
*This Is A Standalone Novel. No Cliffhanger!*
Keely Benson:
Nineteen. The age I threw my life away.
Twenty-Five. The age I decided to try it a second time.
Twenty-Five plus one day. The age Benedict Mason Sinclair III walked into my life.
Mason Sinclair III:
She was a curse.
A sex bomb.
A perfect reminder that
not
having a heart was the best choice I ever made.
Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn’t until seven years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone besides her close family (the over 18s anyway!).
The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara’s next step in her erotic romance-writing journey and she hopes you’ll take the journey with her
.