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“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking.” He cocked a brow. Man, he liked to do that. “Am I not allowed to look?”
“I’d like you to do more than look.”
His eyes lit up and he grinned. He trailed his fingers over her bare leg, inching higher. “Roll over.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“No.”
He laughed lightly. “Never mind. Stay where you are. We’ll save it for next time.”
“Who said you’re getting a next time?” She paused, overcome with a moment of panic. She wasn’t interested in a relationship—long-term or short-term, unless short-term only meant one night. Certainly he didn’t think…
She remembered his grandiose stoplight speech from the bar and relaxed.
No, this is temporary fun for both of us.
He nibbled on her thigh and she dropped her head back on the bed, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to his lips. In her haze of desire, she thought she might have heard him reply “me,” but she wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t asking him to repeat himself, or he would be distracted from the delicious things he was doing to her leg.
As he inched higher, his hair teased her skin. When he nibbled on her hip, she spread her legs wider, allowing him better access. He scooted her lower on the bed, until her ass barely hung off the edge. Then, without any warning or teasing, his mouth was on her. His tongue was flicking her clit, sending a hard jolt of pleasure rocking through her.
He’d been going so slowly and teasingly—she’d been certain the torture would continue until she was ready to burst—so the onslaught of pleasure took her off guard. It was almost too much, too fast. She rocked her hips up, trying to break his hold over her. She wasn’t ready. Hadn’t prepared herself for…
Oh, God.
She burst into a million pieces, unable to believe that he had made her come within seconds of touching her. The way he acted indicated he would be good in bed, but there had been men who’d fallen short on that unspoken promise. Not Mike. No, he delivered and he delivered right away. She was still shaking when he crawled up her body and made quick work of her bra. When she was naked, he closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it deeply in his mouth.
He didn’t even give her a second to recover from the mind-shattering orgasm he’d given her. He went right back to work on blowing her mind…again. Bless him.
As he sucked the taut bud in his mouth, his fingers pushed into her. Her whole body tensed around him. Begged for his touch. He pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit and moved his fingers inside of her. Slowly at first, but then faster as she squirmed and moaned. He scraped his teeth against her nipple and she cried out before burying her hands in his hair. She yanked hard, making him release his hold on her.
“Now. I need you now.” When he looked up at her, his gaze was so hot she was sure she’d burst into flames. She cringed at the begging tone of voice she used. Hated herself for it. But he’d reduced her to a mass of want and need and only he could fix it. Even she couldn’t believe it when she added, “Please.”
“Not yet.” He thrust his fingers inside her again and she bit down hard on her lip. She refused to show him how much she liked what he was doing. He moved to her other breast and took it in his mouth.
This time she lost it. She practically shrieked at the pleasure he caused, her back arching into his and her hips rolling against his hand. “God, you’re killing me.”
He didn’t answer. Just scraped his teeth against her nipple again, in complete and utter control over her body. She was the puppet and he was the puppet master.
It was time to take control back.
She shoved his shoulders as hard as she could and he fell onto the floor. He hadn’t been expecting her to fight him. Good. The element of surprise had managed to land him flat on his ass. She fell to the floor in between his knees and claimed his mouth in a deep, punishing kiss. He groaned and started to push her away but she bit down on his lip and sucked. His hands on her hips stopped pushing and instead started pulling her closer.
His erection ground against her core, demanding release. Demanding her. She crawled down his body, licking her way down his pecs and killer abs. He really had the perfect physique. The type you saw on romance novel covers. Hell, his was even better. When she reached the waistband of his boxers, she cupped his penis through the soft cotton.
He groaned and rubbed against her. Then she slid her hand inside his boxers and closed her fingers over the long shaft, sliding her hand up his hard length. He hissed and arched into her hand, his abs flexing. She grew even wetter, watching the pleasure flitting over his face. He slammed his eyes shut and groaned.
“Boxers off,” she commanded, her voice thick. She teased the head of his penis, squeezing gently, then let go. “Now.”
He ripped off his boxers without arguing. She saw he wanted to fight to take charge but also wanted her to finish what she’d started. He wasn’t in control anymore—he’d given in to the pleasure like she had.
Finally.
