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His dark eyes close, and he inhales an intense, sexy breath.
“Do those words work for you?” I tease.
When he opens his eyes again, an inferno reflects back at me.
Guess they worked.
“Good girl,” he growls.
My body vibrates under his touch. Strung so tightly, I’m ready to snap when his fingers slide along my panties. He teases me over the lace as his mouth trails down my neck with warm, wet kisses.
A needy, wanton moan slips past my lips.
I want more.
“Your skin is so fucking soft.” His palm covers my sex, and heat pools in my belly with needy anticipation. “Open your eyes, Grace. Open those eyes and look at us. Look at how fucking hot you are.”
His fingers push under the lace, and he hisses when they slide along my bare lips.
“So fucking hot and so fucking wet for me, baby.”
I open my eyes and gasp because . . .Wow. . . He’s right.
The reflection staring back at me is erotic and... beautiful.
His big body surrounds mine.
My legs shake as Ares teases me, not giving me what I want. But coming so damn close.
When he finally presses a finger inside me, my body clenches around him and practically purrs from the overwhelming sensation.
“Fucking drenched for me, my girl.” He spins me around, so my back is against the glass, and drags a hand down my ribs and flat to my stomach as he drops to his knees.
“What are you?—“
I throw my head back and moan, longer and louder than I mean to, when he buries his face in the delicate lace of my panties. His tongue licks a line up along the lace, fanning the flames between us until they threaten to burn me alive.
“Ares,” I beg and argue all at once, not sure if I want him to stop or start. “They can see... The people in the pod across from us... They can see us.”
“Let them watch.” He snaps my panties against my pussy before he slides the lace aside and flattens his tongue.
Oh, God.
He soothes one ache and creates another, and I forget anyone else even exists or if they can see us.
“Please,” I beg. “I need... I need more.”
And he does it again.And again. And again.
Stroking me. Tasting me. Growling against my skin until I’m writhing under his touch.
Desperate. Needy. Dying for more.
For him.
Ares pulls at the scraps of delicate lace on my hip bones and snaps them with his bare hands, ripping them from my body, and my eyes fly to his. It’s the most deliciously sinful sight I’ve ever seen.
I gasp and bury my fingers in the hair curling under his dark hat, needing to ground myself. My body threatens to give out as my orgasm builds, powerful and intense. A tsunami, just out of reach but threatening destruction.
