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Normally he wasn’t one for sex other than in the place intended for it—with the occasional side trip into a shower or hot tub—but she made him absolutely crazy. This studio with its soft mats and walls of mirrors added its own sexy ambience, part of why he’d changed his plans from talking to touching. As soon as he’d walked in and seen her barely-there outfit and glowing, dewy skin, he’d walked right back out and reserved the room.
Exactly how flexible was she from all that stretching and bending? Oh, the ideas he could conjure. Combining their knowledge of all the ways the human body could move—and be restrained—would be truly mind-blowing.
She rolled down her shorts and kicked them off her toes with a leg extension than nearly made his eyes roll back. That yoga thing? Total win.
He followed the long, silky line of her legs up to her triangle of golden curls. Not honey-blond like the hair on her head but as light as corn silk. Just enough to tease.
Something he’d pretty much reached his limit on.
He pounced, hitching an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. Then she was on her back on one of the cushy mats and he was on top of her, pushing her shirt higher. He already felt like he was coming out of his skin, on the verge of roasting alive, but the sight of her naked and exposed nearly popped off his damn head.
She watched as he rolled her top up her toned torso to the bottom of her breasts. She was small enough that she’d gone without a bra yet he had no complaints. To his mind, she was made perfectly. Lithe and compact and incredible.
Their gazes fused while he coaxed the clingy material over the taut tips, his trapped breath escaping in a hiss at each patch of skin revealed. He trailed kisses up the center of her abdomen, tasting the salt of her skin and inhaling the tang of her arousal. Her tan lines were still visible, her breasts paler than the rest of her and capped with pale-brown nipples. He traced the definition between darker skin and light with his tongue, deliberately avoiding her breasts. Reveling in her shudders and how she scraped her hands over the mat, digging in with her mermaid-green nails.
He licked the swell of her breast. “You shouldn’t tan.” He grinned at her hazy expression, then made her eyes cloud all over again when he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked her deep.
Her hips bucked, and he rested his hand low on her belly right above that tantalizing strip of hair. He held her down and kindled her desire until sweat pearled at the top of her cleavage and her breath came in little gasps. They only increased when he switched to the other nipple and skimmed his palm over her mound. Her wetness glazed his skin, ripping a groan from his throat.
If he tasted her as he wanted to, this would be over too soon. His pants clung to his painful erection from the temperature in the room, and his balls felt as tight as knots. He jerked open his remaining few buttons and managed to get off his shirt, which was sticking to him in the heat, without releasing her nipple.
Up on her elbows she went, studying his body while she breathed through puckered lips. “Pants off.” She moaned at his increased suction. “Please. Want you…naked.”
She wasn’t the only one. He’d probably have to content himself with permanent nudity if he succeede
d in peeling his pants off his body, because he damn well wouldn’t be getting them back on.
He didn’t reply so as not to use his remaining air. It was already in short supply. He tugged off his belt, then winced as he forced off his trousers and boxer briefs. Goddamn, he was hard enough to hammer wood. And not dead wood either. All because of her delectable body reclined in front of him like an offering to the gods.
To him.
Finally he returned to kneel between her outstretched thighs. She wore that awed expression again, the one that made him smile. “You’re so b—” She stopped but it was too late. He was grinning. “C’mere,” she said, making a come-hither gesture he couldn’t comply with fast enough.
His cock practically jumped into her grasp, and they both groaned at the feel of her hand closing around him. Christ, she had some grip on her.
Her eyes never left his face. Gauging his every reaction. She worked him with skill, responding to him so acutely that he almost believed his pleasure was as addictive to her as seeking her own.
“Ladies first. Didn’t anyone teach you that?” Edging back, he pressed his length hard and heavy against her belly while he arrowed his tongue along her nipple again, adding his teeth when she squirmed and moaned. “You’ve probably concluded I like to be in control.”
Her irises had warmed to molasses, the color receding from her dilated pupils. She tossed her head, loosening her ponytail from its band and sending a few damp blond curls flying. Sunshine to chase away the twilight he’d left outside to find paradise in here with her. “So do I.”
“You’re going to come on my fingers.” He gripped hers, nipping them. She cried out even before he touched her intimately, from the mere suggestion that he would.
God, she was blowing his mind.
He skated his hand down her damp torso and hooked a finger in her folds, growling at the surfeit of moisture. She gyrated, silently begging him to move. He dipped lower, building more heat with his caresses.
Lightly, so lightly he touched her, using his other hand to turn her chin toward the mirror. Surprise flared in her expression as he spoke against the side of her mouth. “We’re both going to watch you shatter for me.”
She shut her eyes, as if it were too much for her to bear. He stroked her harder and she whimpered, shaking her head in denial of what he would force her to feel. And force her he would.
“Open,” he demanded, sure she knew he meant her eyes as well as her slick sex holding his fingers in a snug, unyielding grasp. She’d tried to close her thighs around him just like she’d closed her eyes.
She granted his request, tilting her hips into his strokes and staring at their reflection. Staring at him while he gazed right back at her. Perspiration collected at her temples and he licked it, eager to taste her. She wiggled her stomach against the heft of his cock, its damp head trailing wetness over the flushed undersides of her breasts. Moans burst from her lips and he gentled his pace, wanting to string out her excitement.
“Want to come?” His lips moved against her throat. “Claim your pleasure.”
Chapter Six
