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He stroked so deep this time, triggering a wave of ripples in her pussy. His head fell back, his face clenched with passion. “Christ.”
She was there. So there. Lifting her hips up to him, dragging her nails up his back. “Come, Heath.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He surged up on his knees, slipped his arms under her and lifted her up in a taut, trembling arch until their upper bodies were flush. Grey’s hands came to her ass, a finger idly stroking the rosette as Heath held her against him with one unyielding arm. Heath inserted the blunt tip of his thumb between their bodies, feathered it up and down her clit.
Then a tentative fingertip pressed into the untouched dent at her back. And Grey huskily asked her, “You like this?”
Before she could answer, that long finger intruded into the tight passage, creating a peculiar, sweet, jolting pain. He slipped and slid the finger in unison to Heath’s huge cock, rocketing her pleasure to new heights. It undid her. Her orgasm wrenched through her, thrusting her into a tailspin of shudders, where all she could hold on to was Heath.
And he moved even slower, prolonging the earth-shattering tremors, sliding his hands up her back while she clung to his neck as he pumped. Then she felt him, just a bunched, controlled shudder, his arms flexing around her, his head burying in her hair with a muffled “Fuck.”
He jerked inside her, and her womb tightened around him. When his rocking stopped, they fell still. A blush crept over her.
He remained inside her. They were panting. The slick coat on their skin glued them together.Then his hands covered her cheeks, and he kissed her forehead almost reverently, as if in gratitude for receiving him.
She knew Grey was behind her, but she was embarrassed to turn around. She couldn’t look at Heath, either. He was still inside her.
Face lowered, she pushed at his chest. He drew out reluctantly, helping her off the bed. Almost in a frenzy, she scanned the scattered clothing on the floor for her skirt.
Grey stood, and he was positively long and aroused. His voice was tinged with amusement.
“You’re blushing,Toni.”
She snatched her shirt up once she found it. “Am I?”
“Heath’s blushing, too.”
“Shut up, Grey,” Heath snapped.
He was also getting dressed. He plunged his head into his shirt, his neck crimson red. He got dressed so fast,Toni realized how sex must be to him, how quickly he always left afterward.
She couldn’t bear to look up at Grey and she did not know why.“I’m taking a shower,” she murmured, pushing a tangle of hair back.
Grey caught her wrist as she made to go, his eyes glowing like lightbulbs. “I have a better idea.”
Chapter Six
From the door of the vast, shelf- lined closet, Grey watched her slip on her zebra-print bikini, his eyes brimming with male appreciation. “I said skinny-dipping.”
Whirling around to fully face him, she let the thin straps of her bikini bottom slap against her hip bones. “And I said, dream on, lover.”
Leaning an elbow negligently against the doorjamb, with the barest smile threatening to appear, he said, “You skinny, we dip.”
She adjusted the two small triangles of her top over her breasts and raised her arms to tie it behind her neck. “Nice! You should take my job.You can be quite creative when you set your mind to it. Did you know that, baby?”
“You make my mind race.”
He stepped up and reached around her neck, his fingers grazing the little hairs at her nape as he tied one string, then slid sinuously down her back to knot the other.
She did not miss the fact that she made his mind race. Not his heart.
Trying not to dwell on it, she went up on tiptoe to kiss him, and his hands splayed on her back.“Zebras are carnivores’ favorite prey,” he murmured, and lightly caught her lower lip between his teeth. “It’s the coloring. They fairly scream to be eaten.” She was ready to be devoured by a devastatingly gorgeous, golden-eyed carnivore when he slapped her fanny. “Let’s get you fed.”
They raided the kitchen, and found inside the fridge trays of sliced fruit, fresh salmon, and shrimp cocktails prepared by the artful hands of Señor Gonzalez. Carrying the food out to the pool area, they set it on a round table, and nibbled and sipped martinis and wine.
Skinny-dipping, Grey had said.
The men were an awful temptation as it was. Her gorgeous lover wore sexy 007 trunks—of the hunky new Bond type—that Toni had purchased for him last year at Neiman Marcus, and he looked ready for a campaign shoot for Hugo Boss. Heath wore electric blue trunks in a surfer style that reached his knees, and he looked ready to join the cast of Lost.
