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“Nevertheless, we should find a bed.” He wrapped her in strong arms. Lifted her. “You’ll want to be comfortable when I’m taking your clothes off.”
The thrill that shot through her made her shiver, gave her the distraction she so deeply craved. He walked her through the house toward the bedroom he’d slept in the one night they’d spent under the same roof. Carried her upstairs.
As he moved, his hips shifted against hers creating the hottest friction imaginable. Well, maybe notimaginablesince she could envision an even hotter kind of contact. But she hadn’t expected her body to hurtle toward orgasm territory so quickly.
When he stepped into the large guest suite, he gently lowered her to her feet again. The room was dark with the blinds closed, but a light from the hall filtered in through the door he’d left partially open. She’d hardly been in this room since he’d made the bed after the one night he’d spent here. The comforter on the king-sized platform bed was a subdued gray, the furnishings spare in a minimalist way. She remembered a big painting of the farmhouse took up one wall, and windows filled two of the others. A ceiling fan turned silently from one of the exposed beams, sending a rush of cool air over her warm skin as they regarded each other.
“It’s sweet of you to offer to undress me.” She remembered his words about taking her clothes off, but the trip up the stairs made her realize she needed to act fast this first time. To capitalize on the moment. “But it occurs to me the process will be more efficient if we each tackle our own garments.”
Before she lost her nerve, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it up and off.
Her boldness was rewarded by the heat in his gaze. She had his rapt attention.
“Josie.” He whispered her name in a lingering way that gave it an extra syllable. “Hell.”
“Now it’s your turn.” She wouldn’t have the nerve to strip all the way unless he started shedding some clothes too. For incentive’s sake. “Let me see you.”
His T-shirt came off like a magic trick, one hand yanking and then—poof—it was on the floor. She was pretty sure he never took his eyes off her. But then she may have gotten distracted by all that sharply delineated muscle. From his mouth-watering deltoids and biceps, to his rigid abs and sexy-as-sin obliques, she said a prayer of thanksgiving for the man’s commitment to working out. Because…wow. He’d earned that body.
“Maybe I was wrong,” she murmured, half to herself, as she reached out to stroke her palm down the center of his pecs.
“About what?” he asked, slipping a finger under one bright blue bra strap. Flicking it off her shoulder.
“About it being more efficient to undress ourselves.” She placed a kiss on his chest. Then licked the spot she’d kissed. “I’m getting seriously distracted.”
She couldn’t decide where she wanted to taste him next. The options were plentiful, and all so appealing.
“Then maybe you should allow me to take over.” His arm wound around her back to flick open the hooks on her bra before he pulled the silky fabric off her completely. “As a professional athlete, I’ve had to hone a laser focus.”
She felt light-headed when he cupped her breasts, bending to kiss one taut peak and then the other. But, true to his word, he kept his hands moving, unfastening her skirt and stripping away the rest of her clothes in a blink. Naked in his arms, she didn’t protest when he lifted her up again, depositing her in the center of the bed. He disappeared for a moment, returning from the bathroom with a condom packet and no clothes.
No. Damned. Clothes.
She levered up on her elbows to better survey the display of powerful masculinity, but she didn’t have much time to take him in before he stretched out over her on the bed. Falling back against the pillows, she lost herself in a sensual collide of bodies, every place where they touched a delicious revelation. His thigh slid between hers and she forgot everything but how much she wanted him.
Breathless, she twined her arms around his neck, shamelessly rocking against him. He kissed his way from her lips down her neck, the soft rasp of his jaw gently abrading her skin. She combed her fingers through his dark hair, her body keenly attuned to his roaming hands and wicked mouth. As his kisses trailed lower, she thought she might unravel just from the promise of what was to come.
“I’m already so close,” she warned him, feeling all the urgency between her hips. “So maybe we should—”
He kissed her mouth slowly, quieting the thought, before he answered. “There’s no limit to the number of orgasms you can have.”
She might have laughed at the joy of that statement, except he chose that moment to tease a featherlight touch along her slick heat, sending her hurtling toward her release.
The silky sweet shock of it had her gasping, clinging to him as she rode the pleasure of all those microbursts of sensation—one after the other. Lights flashed behind her eyelids, the spasms of her completion giving her muscles the sweetest possible workout. When the last tremor eased and she finally relaxed back against the mattress, she pried her eyes open to see Cal’s face over hers, outlined by the light from the hall.
“Laser focus indeed,” she managed, cupping his jaw in one hand and stroking his rough cheek with her thumb.
He was already rolling the condom into place, the shift of his muscles tantalizing her all over again. Pleasurable tension pulled tight once more, her back arching to get close to him.
To Cal.
She watched as his green eyes narrowed, his attention on her while he eased inside her. Robbing her of her thought. Igniting her from the inside out.
Her fingers clenched into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist. Gazes locked, they met thrust for thrust, the pleasure building all over again for her. Pressing closer, she kissed him, rolling him to his back so she had more control. Wanting to make him feel every bit as amazing as she had.
Staring down at him, she watched the shadows play over his face as she moved with him, getting a feel for what he liked best. She rolled her hips slowly. And then faster, finding her rhythm.
“Slower,” he urged her, his strong hands capturing her waist and holding her there for a long moment, until she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
