Page 8 of Hard Target


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I take in a deep breath, my hands clenching and unclenching, but all I can think of is the two of us together, naked and entwined. His body pressed up so close there’s no space left between us, his bare skin hot against mine…

I swallow, trying to focus. “Then I’d like you to, um, get more comfortable.”

“Comfortable, you say? Very well.” He sets his own empty glass down on the table beside us, and shrugs out of his jacket, draping it on the couch. Then he reaches for his sleeves, unclasping the cufflinks and tossing them to the table as well. I follow the glint of their beauty in the dim light—emerald studs, as brilliant as his eyes. They probably cost thousands of dollars, and he doesn’t even watch where he’s tossing them.

But my attention is pulled roughly back to Alek’s body as he lifts his shirt and undershirt over his abs and chest in a single easy motion, and I take an involuntary step back to see as much of him as I possibly can at once. His pecs and abs are one long ripple of muscle, and my mouth goes dry at the dark burst of hair that sprays over his chest, then arrows down in a narrow point, disappearing beneath his waistband. When Alek reaches for his belt, however, I can’t stop myself. I step forward and grab his belt with my own hands.

“Wait. What are you doing?” I can’t force myself to look up at him at first, and remain staring at the enormous bulge twitching just south of his leather belt, but when Alek laughs quietly, I glance up.

His eyes are on fire, his jaw tight, but his smile is slow and seductive. “I’m getting more comfortable. I happen to be the most comfortable outside the confines of clothing.”

“Oh.” My cheeks heat as I swallow tightly. “Then, um… I want to undress you, the rest of the way.”

Not waiting for him to argue—and I somehow don’t think he will—I unbuckle his belt and pop the clasp of his trousers, unzipping them and pushing them halfway down his hips in almost one movement. I can see his huge, heavy cock straining against his boxer briefs, and everything in me turns liquid at the sight. Wet heat fills my mouth and seems to seep between my legs, making me dizzy with need. Suddenly, the most important thing in the world is for me to see the perfection that is Alek—all of it, every last inch. I draw my hand up the ridge of his straining shaft, and it twitches, heat pouring from it. I can’t stop staring, and I don’t even realize my mouth has dropped open, my tongue slipping out to lick my lips, until Alek gives a soft, strangled groan.

I lift my gaze to his, boldly meeting his eyes for a moment. Then I reach for the elastic band of his briefs and start to slide them down.

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