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She moaned and he backed her up against the door, his hard body pinning hers. The contact sang through her and she didn’t even mind that they hadn’t gotten to the champagne yet. It would keep. And it had been an excuse to seek him out anyway.
She wanted him. Against all reason.
Her fingers found the edges of his shirt, and in a flash, she yanked it off to let it drift to the floor, letting her palms delight in the feel of his back, which never ceased to thrill her to the marrow.
“You’re barefoot,” he growled. “You’re too short now.”
She laughed as he circled his erection against her stomach, which was so very far north of where they both wanted it. But she could be flexible. “I don’t have to be wearing shoes for this.”
He groaned as she spun him and pressed him against the door so she could mouth her way down his beautiful abs. That part was like an extra-special treat, perfect for her tongue. The steel bar dipped in and out of the crevices, exploring, tasting. Dipping below the waistband of his pants. But when she reached for the zipper, he stopped her with his hand to her chin, tipping it up.
“Trinity.”
All at once, her feet left the floor as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, throwing her down on it. He rolled onto it next to her and immediately picked up that kiss, but now that they were horizontal, it took on new urgency. Their legs tangled together and his fingers tugged on the zipper of her dress, yanking it down until he could peel the fabric from her shoulders, which he followed with his mouth, kissing down the curve of her back as he revealed her skin inch by inch.
When he got the fabric to her waist, he sucked in a breath as he took in her lacy black shelf bra. “That’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve seen all day.”
“Better even than the scoreboard?” she teased.
He glanced up at her from under his lashes. “Sure you wanna go there?”
“I, um... It was just a joke.”
“That was no joke.” He laid her back against the pillow and kissed the valley between her breasts, hooking the straps of her bra with both thumbs to drag them down her arms. “The Mustangs play one hundred and sixty-two games a year. Every win counts, but it’s just another day at the office. You can’t dwell on one win. We have another game tomorrow with a blank scoreboard.”
Transfixed, she watched as he threaded the straps of her bra through his fingers, winding them up until his hands were bound to her arms.
“You, on the other hand,” he continued. “Are exquisite. Every time I see you, there’s something new to explore. And I was expecting you to be naked under that dress. Because you were earlier. It was a surprise to find this bra. I like that.”
Her throat froze as he bent his head to trace the top swell of one breast with his tongue and then dipped behind the wall of lace to curl the tip around her covered nipple. The visual of him licking her underneath her bra put a shower of sparks at her core.
He was telling her that she was indeed the most gorgeous thing to him and he valued her above his team’s winning score. What was she supposed to do with that?
All at once, he yanked on the straps, revealing her breasts to his ravenous gaze, and with his fingers still tangled against her arms, it effectively trapped her. Mercilessly, his hot mouth descended on her, licking her, sucking at her sensitive flesh. Moaning his name, she writhed under the sensuous onslaught.
She was supposed to let herself go, obviously.
The little cries she gasped out increased his urgency. He liked it when she made noise, and she liked the result of it. In a matter of moments, he had her clothes on the floor and her naked body decked out on the bed for his blistering perusal. She squirmed a little as his gaze traveled over her and his arousal bulged in his pants, clearly advertising how much he liked what he saw. But he didn’t undress, suit up and plunge in. Instead, he rolled her to her stomach and knelt over her, the whisper of his bare torso skating up her back.
The first exploratory touch of his lips on her spine tightened her whole body. He lifted her hair away and licked at her neck, traveling in lazy, delicious circles as if in no hurry to quench the flames he’d ignited under his lips. He kissed the small of her back and kept going across her buttocks, down one leg until he reached her foot, where he sucked at the arch.
The pressure lit her up as he explored an erogenous zone she hadn’t been aware she possessed. Gasping as he added his tongue to the party, she nearly came up off the bed.
Apparently he was going for some kind of record in how many new experiences he could find to give her. She did not have a problem with that.
Fabric rustled, and she turned her head to see him finally shedding his clothes. Since that was her favorite show, she watched with unabashed glee. His body was so beautiful. Powerful, sinewy, solid—she could perfectly imagine him in another age as a model for an Italian sculptor.
