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He continued to work her sensitive flesh with his fingers, kissing her neck, her ear, curving his other hand around her face so she turned into him and he could really kiss her. Her lips parted easily for his, their tongues stroking, low whimpers sounding in the back of her throat. He broke away from her first, telling her, “Open your eyes.”
She did as she was told, watching them in the mirror. Her gaze was locked on his hand moving beneath her panties, as was his, and they watched together, arousal coursing through him. He wished he could fuck her right here. But he couldn’t. That would have to wait.
Thank Christ they weren’t too far from his suite.
Andrea started to move her hips, rubbing against his fingers, and he went still, his mouth at her ear as he whispered, “Take them off.”
“Wh-what?”
“Push them down. Your new panties. I want to see you when I make you come.”
She grabbed hold of the delicate fabric at her hips and started to tug them down. He moved his hand to her belly, his fingers leaving a wet, sticky trail on her skin from her juices, and she worked her panties to halfway down her thighs before he was touching her again. Stroking her.
Watching every movement in the mirror.
He could see the moisture clinging to her folds, her thighs wide, the panties falling to her knees. She looked…obscene. Sexy as hell. Her hips lifted as if seeking his fingers and he slipped one inside her, making her gasp.
“Just like that,” she said breathlessly, and he smiled. He knew this girl liked to be penetrated.
Too bad he couldn’t penetrate her with his cock.
“You like that?” he asked, fucking her with his fingers in earnest.
She nodded eagerly, her gaze locked on his fast-moving hand. “Y-yes.”
“You want to come?” He increased his pace.
“Oh, please,” she said, sounding hopeful.
He toyed with her clit, pressing his thumb against it, feeling her stiffen, her lips parting as a keening sound started…
“How you doing in there?” Sabrina asked, rapping her knuckles on the door.
They both went still, and her wide-eyed gaze met his in the mirror. She continued moving her hips like she couldn’t help herself, the slick sounds of his fingers in her pussy so fucking loud, but no way could he stop. Another whimper came from her, and he clapped his hand over Andrea’s mouth, silencing her.
“Give us a minute,” he called, satisfaction filling him at the sight of Andrea’s expression crumpling beneath his hand. He could feel her mouth open, the rush of breath against his palm, the agonized moan. She was coming. Falling apart in his arms, her lids wavering, a gorgeous flush washing over her skin as her hips bucked against his hand. He felt her tremble, felt the clench and release of her inner walls around his fingers, and holy shit, he’d never seen her look sexier.
“No problem,” Sabrina sing-songed, the clicking of her heels on the floor growing more distant as she walked away.
Andrea tilted her head back against his shoulder, her entire body seeming to melt into his. Her shoulders jerked when he removed his hand from between her legs and he dropped his other hand from her mouth. The moment he let her go, she turned and lunged toward him, her mouth locking to his in one of the most passionate kisses he’d ever experienced.
Jesus. If they kept these intense interactions going, he knew without a doubt he was in serious trouble.
Chapter Six
Andrea didn’t want to leave this bed. She didn’t want to take a shower. She didn’t want to get dressed. And no matter how horrible she felt over it, she definitely didn’t want to go back to her hotel to meet her friends and grab her suitcase. Doing all that meant she had to go back home.
And she really didn’t want to do that.
Last night with Luke had been…amazing. They had a fabulous dinner at a very expensive restaurant where she drank a few too many cocktails and ate the most delicious meal ever. Luke stayed glued to her side the entire time in the booth, his thigh pressed to hers, his mouth seeming to find hers when she least expected it. Those drugging kisses he delivered should come with a warning. The way he looked at her, like she was the prettiest woman in the entire world, went straight to her head. Made her feel special. Like she mattered to him.
Stupid.
Then there was that one moment, when he slipped his hand beneath the skirt of her dress and toyed with her? His fingers finding her wet and warm flesh, the wicked smile on his face when she sent him an evil glare that turned into a helpless moan in seconds. He made her come in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by tons of people. So hot. Almost as hot as when he brought her to orgasm in the lingerie store.
Not to mention when they returned to his hotel suite. How many more times could she come without falling completely apart? Her entire body ached, her muscles were sore and her head was…empty. Blissfully, wonderfully empty.
Hmm. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration because currently her head was filled with worrisome thoughts of leaving Luke.
