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“Oh God, help me.” It was wild and right. “Yes.”
His hands were on her back. He found the hidden zipper. “This dress is a feat of engineering, but it’s time to unveil the masterpiece beneath.” He put his lips in the space between her shoulder blades and kissed down her spine as he parted her dress. The zipper stopped at the edge of her red silk panties, which he tugged with his teeth. “These can stay because I don’t want to be accountable for what happens if they go.”
She let the dress drop from under her arms and stepped out of it, turning to face him at last. He’d left his briefs on, but she didn’t need her imagination to see how turned on he was, or to realize that Cal out of his clothing was what it took to stick her tongue to the roof of her mouth.
“It’s heated,” he said, and everything about that, his voice gone thick, the height and shape and width of him, the way he looked at her was exactly that. “I meant the pool. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He held his hand out, and together they walked into the temperate water, and there was no Fin and no Cal then, only the exquisite warmth of skin against skin and the silken luxury of coming together in a cocoon of ease and a shock of buoyancy in each other’s arms.
There were no more words, either, only sharp gasps and mindless moans of pleasure ripped from each other’s throats by rough grips and soft touches and a chemical reaction that made her vibrate with want. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He cradled her with an arm and a raised knee and they were effortlessly joined torso to torso, lip to hip with a new level of greed.
It went from shockingly sexy to something more primal quickly. It went from insatiable to desperate and urgent and Fin was so hot she could boil the pool.
“Cal, please.”
He stood, scooped her up, and carried her out of the water, stopping for her to grab up their room key, leaving everything else behind like skins they’d shed and wouldn’t need again.
When he locked them in their room and her back hit the bed and he pulled wet silk down her legs, she got her voice back. “It’s criminal how good you look.”
He found that amusing, pausing from the kiss he placed on her knee to get rid of his briefs. Completely naked, he made her breath swoosh out and that amused him, too.
“Don’t pass out on me, baby.”
It was close. He made her brain forget how to manage her body. Cal undressed was dangerous and uncivilized. Hard muscled and furred. He hid his strength in well-cut clothing and his brutal, beautiful form in elegant manners. Stripped, his attraction wasn’t muted or tamed, polite and playboy smooth. It was sharp edged and starkly powerful. He was like a magic trick. One of those ones where an empty hat became a rabbit and you knew the rabbit had to be there the whole time, but you couldn’t see it, and then once you did, it was all you could see.
And he was hers.
Her piece of hidden magic. Her trick to learn the meaning of.
He ran an open palm down her inner thigh to her hip flexor where he closed it over her leg. “Tell me what you like, while I give thanks for birth control and the fact we’ve both got a clean bill of health.”
“What I like?”
No one had ever asked. They gave, or she took, and on a good night, it went in turns, and there was a second round of that. There’d never been anything more to sex, and she had no complaints. But she’d never had foreplay like this. Months of it. Building, building. And she’d never had a man who looked like Cal, who seduced with his brand of mind-melding, body-melting, supremely confident glamor.
“Hard, soft, slow, fast. What gets you off?”
If he moved his hand— “A little to the left.” She was already so wet inside that might be all it took, his hand between her legs, friction she could slide against.
He licked a rivulet of water from her shoulder. “You have no idea, no idea what you do to me.”
She was starting to learn.
She was shredding him, that much she could see. His eyes were killer dark, nostrils blown wide, mouth slack. His hands shook, and his shoulders were tight. His breathing was shallow, and he was as ready to come as she was.
He moved his hand a little to the left, covered her pussy, and white stars popped like camera flashes behind her slammed closed eyes. “Oh, like that, like that.” She got her friction, she got a drag of his index finger through her folds and a circle of his knuckle over her clit.
“So fucking pretty.”
He sounded almost desperate. Another thrill. And then he made her shout, her head and shoulders shoot off the bed when he put his mouth over her, and she couldn’t process thoughts, only ride the stimulation. He pinned her thighs wide, on the verge of too wide, held too tightly, and licked till she must’ve been dripping, flicking his tongue, making it hard and soft and hard again. Everything inside her was drawn up, coiled, and twisted, and she squirmed and bucked and whimpered. Too much, not enough.
“Go left.” Oh yes. “More.”
The shock came when he sucked. Her jaw unhinged, her neck turned to rubber, her knees jerked, toes cramped in points, and the twist inside her spiraled out and shattered, making her shudder and twitch before her bones dissolved and her brain went completely offstage.
It walked back on with Cal balanced above her, knees on each side of her hips. He wiped his mouth like a pirate after plundering some deep dark treasure and celebrating at a feast. “Don’t tell me I broke you.”
What even were words?
