“I asked you a question.” Jake held her gaze with his.
Dazed, she blinked.
“Do you want me to make love to you right now, right here?” He slid his hands up to cup her face.
“I don’t date people I work for.” She had to hold onto her sanity.
“Technically, it’s not a date. Just sex. Besides, I’m just passing through.” His hands slid around to massage the back of her neck.
“You’re my boss,” she moaned.
“Not really. I’m just…”
“Passing though.” Sarah stared at Jake. Sparks had flown between them from the beginning. Maybe a round of wild sex was just what they needed.
“Well?” His voice was soft.
“Yes,” Sarah blurted. Good god, Sarah, what the hell are you doing? She never did anything impulsive. She wasn’t wildly adventuresome like Lainey. Sane Sarah. Serious Sarah. Not Sexy Sarah.
Jake smiled and took a step back. He unbuckled his belt. “We play by my rules.”
Sarah stared at his large hands, his long, long manicured fingers, and imagined them stroking her and sliding into her. The throbbing between her legs grew. She licked her lips. “Rules? What rules?” She just wanted sex, the best sex this side of the Rockies.
Jake tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You do as I say. Whatever I say.”
Sarah swallowed her disappointment. Damn, trust her to get stuck with some weirdo. “I’m sorry. I’m not into kinky sex.” She frowned. No, she was boring, dull, and always cautious.
Jake chuckled and ran his hands down her arms then gripped her by the hips. He pulled her close. “I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Her heart went into overdrive. She wanted Jake, this side of Jake anyway. What other secrets was this man hiding? Her mind said this was crazy, her body demanded she give in to Jake. Her body won.
“Okay.” She reached out to touch him.
He stepped back and returned to his side of the elevator and pointed. “You have to come to me.”
His take-charge, I’m-the-boss tone had her frowning yet her knees went weak. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the throbbing. Damn, his voice alone could make her come! “What the hell,” she said. For one night, she’d toss boring and controlled out the window. She took one-step, then two.
“Now what?” she asked.
“Take off your clothes,” Jake commanded.
Sarah made quick work of sliding out of skirt.
“Slow, Sarah. Very slow,” Jake said.
He wanted her to tease him. She could do that. Holding his gaze, she unbuttoned her blouse, easing each button through its hole, then she allowed the silky fabric to drift to the floor. Turning slightly, she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her ruined pantyhose and slowly slid the hose past her hips then bent at the waist to ease first one leg, then the other free.
“Nice. Very nice,” Jake said.
Grinning, ridiculously pleased with his praise, Sarah grasped the front closure of her bra. Jake’s fingers stopped her.
“Red, my favorite color. Leave it.” He smiled and ran his finger just inside her lacy bra cup. “You’re not the prude I thought after all, are you, Sarah?” Jake’s gaze slid down over her breasts over her belly, lingering on the matching lacy triangle of fabric that didn’t quite hide her blond curls. He pointed to the floor. “Knees.”
Kneeling in front of Jake, eyes level with his zippered pants, Sarah reached out to stroke him. She wanted him with a desperateness that was shocking. She’d never wanted a man this bad.
He grabbed her hand gently. “No touching. Put your hands behind your back.”
Sarah grasped her fingers behind her back. Her breasts were thrust out in invitation.
“That’s good.” He ran his palms over her breasts.
She arched into his hands then moaned when he removed his warm hands. She licked her lips when he slid the zipper of his pants down a measly inch then two, then all the way. He took his time removing pants and shoes. He returned to stand before her, the bulge beneath his boxers impressive.
“What do you want?” He nudged her knees apart with his foot. His crotch was inches from her mouth.