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“I’ve trained in everything. You name it, I can paint it.” This was said with a bit of mischief in her eyes I didn’t understand but wanted very much to see more of, to draw that side out of her.
“Why Boston Harbor?” I asked, pointing to the watercolor. “Why during a storm?”
She moved closer, pulling the small painting forward. “That’s where I’m from, and storms excite me. I wish I was staying here longer because I’d love to try and capture South Beach. It’s the same ocean, but yet such different colors. The sand is such a pure white, and the crowds in their riot of colorful swimsuits are like jewels in the bright sun.”
She was the only jewel as far as I could see. We both reached for another painting at the same time, our hands meeting on the frame. As if I’d never been touched by a woman before, jolts of desire shot through my whole body. Not a second ago I’d wanted to set off a storm within her that she couldn’t run from, but she was demolishing me like a category four hurricane with just the touch of her fingers.
“You’re not staying long?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I’m only here on business, and that’s done, so I’ll leave tomorrow.”
This was worse than a fist to the gut. If I made her mine, she’d still slip away. Not that I could keep her since I wasn’t my own to give anyway. The slightest thought about my desperate future when I was close enough to share body heat with Theresa made me want to be ill. I shoved those thoughts away and refocused on my girl.
She showed me each painting, telling me a little about each one, admitting she used to take art classes when she was a kid, but was shockingly not in school for it now.
“Why not?” I asked. “You have such pure, raw talent already. I can’t imagine what you could do with more formal training.”
“Family business takes precedence,” she said, resigned.
“I get that,” I said, just as resigned.
We shared a long look of complete understanding, and I put my hands on her waist, turning her toward me, half expecting her to slap me or recoil. Instead, she leaned closer, her hips touching mine. She had to feel how much I wanted her. The hitch in her breath told me she felt my cock twitching, her ripe breasts swelling over the top of her dress.
“Very serious question, Theresa,” I said, my fingers tightening on her soft flesh.
“Yes?” she murmured.
“How can someone be so much? So talented, passionate, and beautiful all at the same time? You’re a little overwhelming, and I don’t get overwhelmed.”
“You don’t?” she asked, her cheeks charmingly turning red again.
I shook my head. “Not until now.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and her glistening lips parted. It was all the invitation I needed. Pulling her almost roughly so that our bodies melded together, I leaned down and claimed the mouth that had been driving me crazy all night. Picturing sliding my tongue between those lips as she called out her cards, imagining them wrapped around my cock when she promised she’d beat me. Now she’d be mine.
Her gentle moan when I plunged inside her mouth made me wrap my arms around her, sliding my hands down her perfect, plump backside. Grinding her body against mine until her own hands grabbed for me. She gripped my shirt, then slid her palms under my jacket to hold onto my shoulders as if for dear life. This was the beginning of the storm, and I was getting caught up in it as much as she was.
I leaned her back over the table, careful not to crush the paintings, but needing to be closer to her. Her legs spread and wrapped around my hips, perfectly fitting against my hungry cock. She gasped, pushing harder, grabbing at my hair to bring me down for a deeper kiss.
“You taste like brandy still,” I said.
“You too,” she breathed. “I like it. Tonight was the first time I had it.”
For some reason, learning I had bought her very first brandy made me harder than before, and I was already like steel.
“I want to kiss you all over,” I said, easing my mouth down the side of her throat. “What does your beautiful body taste like?”
She squeaked, keeping her fingers entwined in my hair, as I licked along her scooped neckline. Nudging the clingy dress further down revealed a sheer bra. Wild for more, I pulled it lower, suckling her pert, peachy nipple through the fabric. It was then that I realized if it hadn’t been so late, any number of people might have walked past the room and peeked in to see us going at it on the table. I leaned away, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and giving her a quick kiss on the mouth.
“One second.”
I hurried to close and lock the door, making my way back to her, still splayed on the table and looking at me with wide, lust-glazed eyes. I ran my hand up her thigh, stopping at the hem of her dress. Her breathing sped up, and she reached for my shirt.
“Aleksei…” she said, a plea.
I moved my hand up her leg, dragging her dress higher until a lacy, sheer vee of panties was exposed at the top of her thighs. I ran my thumb down the center, making her shiver and pull me closer.
“Yes, I’m going to make you mine, Theresa.” I smiled down at her, taking in her glowing skin, her panting breaths.
