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He released the fourth and final button.
My shirt hung apart. He curled his hand over the waistband of my leggings, taking the material in his fist. A bolt of liquid desire engulfed my entire being. He’d barely touched me, yet I knew tonight would be the best sex I’d had in years.
“When you touch yourself.” The white-hot flash in his cool gray eyes made me feel the words all the way from my curled toes up to my flushed face.
He’d short-circuited the rational part of my brain, so the truth slipped free in a breathless whisper, “Anything but missionary.”
He tugged on my waistband, pulling me closer and rubbing the seam of my pants into my aching core. I whimpered; the pressure wasn’t enough, but better than nothing.
“That’s a lot of ground to cover in one night.” His words puffed over my cheek, hot and tantalizing. I tipped my chin up and offered my lips.
The deep and drugging kiss turned me to liquid. He slid his hand from the front of my leggings around to cup my bare ass under the black spandex. I pressed flush against his long lean body; the cold silver of his oversized belt buckle sizzled against my bare stomach. Clutching his arms, my blunt nails dug into the steel cords of his biceps.
With slow reluctance, he broke the kiss, nibbling from my mouth to my neck. “We need a bed.”
“Yes.” Rooted to the spot, I agreed but didn’t make a move toward the second bedroom.
The deep baritone of his chuckle caused goosebumps to race up my arms.
“Come on, darling.” The slow, seductive way he drawled darling added coals to the fire already burning in me.
His hand was on the nape of my neck again, directing me to the second bedroom. I’d never thought I wanted to be manhandled, but my cowboy had a way of doing it that felt delicious.
“Pull off the blankets.” He left me at the bedside and moved to turn on a small lamp on the desk, casting the room in a soft glow while he unbuttoned his shirt.
The click of the balcony door latch opening set me to stripping the bed. The low, constant drum of hard summer rain filled the room, setting the mood better than a soundtrack of Marvin Gaye or Sade could have. This was seduction. It had been so long that I forgot how anticipation building in my chest felt. How a lump in my throat and a pounding heart could all be part of building up to something.
Startled by the soft tug on the back of my collar, I gasped when he slid my shirt down my back and let it fall to the floor. He found the curve of my shoulder with his lips as he deftly unclasped my bra. The calluses of his fingers were the most perfect combination of sandpaper and silk on my nipples. I leaned into his shirtless chest, tipping my head back as he cupped and fondled my breasts.
“Darling, you’ve not asked for much. But I have a fantasy I’d like to indulge in.”
“Yes.” The word fluttered through my parted lips on a gasp.
“I have to taste you.” He slid a hand under my leggings and my panties, cupping my mound. One finger parted my flesh. “I want to smell you, lick your wetness off my lips.”
My already weak knees nearly collapsed. Fuck. Dirty talk was a new one for me, but I wanted more.
“Take these off and climb into the middle of the bed.” He snapped the waist of my pants as he pulled his hand free.
I blinked my eyes open and, with numb fingers, pushed the black spandex off my hips and down to my ankles. Dignity forgotten, I kicked away both the leggings and underwear, then scrambled into position. Standing beside the bed, he pulled a strip of condoms from his back pocket and tossed them onto the sheet beside me.
The pounding rain muffled the clang of his belt buckle as his pants hit the floor. I took a deep breath to try and slow my heartbeat. The smell of wet pavement and fresh rain mixed with his scent, soap and something earthy that made me think of leather.
The lean muscle of his torso rippled in the low light. Dark hair sprinkled across his chest and arrowed down to the black boxer briefs that strained to confine his erection. He put one knee to the mattress; I touched his thigh. It looked like sculpted marble but was hot and alive under my hand.
He cupped his length as he looked at me, eyes flashing with desire. He examined me the same way I’d drunk in the sight of his near-naked body.
Self-conscious thoughts tried to eat away at my enjoyment of the moment. When did I shave last? Was my deodorant still working? Did I have big toe calluses? I shouldn’t have skipped my last pedicure.
“Open your thighs.” Hot animal need radiated from his expression as he climbed on the bed.
Poof, my worries disappeared at his gruff command, and I did as he asked, opening my legs and propping up on my elbows to watch him.
“Get comfortable. I’m going to be here a while.” A lion hunting a gazelle looked less hungry than Atley did as he lowered his head and lifted my legs over his shoulders.
I surrendered into the pillows, ready for anything. It had been a while since a man had gone down on me. Long enough that I wasn’t sure how effective the technique would be.
He nuzzled my pussy, exploring with his blunt tongue and long fingers, sucking and teasing until he found the hard nub of my clit. Then he attacked.
