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Mikki’s heart threatened to tear from her ribcage. She hadn’t started the night out meaning to goad Jared, but opportunity had struck, and the inspiration was too tempting to ignore. And if he was offering another chance, there was no way she was turning him down. A hint of hesitation—if this became a habit it would be harder to walk away from—mingled with her excitement, both spreading under her skin and making her squirm in anticipation.
She counted off the room numbers to keep from sprinting down the hallway. No reason to make herself breathless before things even started. And then she was there, in front of Jared’s room. The door swung open before she could slide the key into the slot, and his confident grin sent another layer of tingles through her.
He grasped her fingers between his and tugged her inside. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and he pulled her back into him as the door clicked shut. Comfort and desire flooded her frame when his solid chest pressed into her spine.
Everywhere he touched, the textures of her clothing caressed her skin. The anticipation had made her hypersensitive. The shift of fabric against her arms, her back, and her stomach sent shudders of want through her. I can’t believe I’m doing this. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, even. She needed to feel his skin on hers, not muted by too many layers of decency. She tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder, exposing her neck.
He took the hint, kisses so light along her skin she wondered if she actually felt them. The hard length digging into her tailbone, though, she definitely felt that. His hands glided forward and under the hem of her shirt, palms resting on her bare stomach. How could such a simple gesture short-circuit so many of her thoughts?
“There’s something alluring—” his voice vibrated through her skin, “—about every curve and slope of your figure, and the thought of revealing it all inch by inch.”
His touch called to the compliment wrapped inside his words. She closed her eyes so she could focus on each sensation.
He made quick work of the buttons on her shirt, breaking contact with her long enough to rake it down her arms and toss it aside. It landed near the bed, but he stayed behind her, hands returning to dance along her ribs.
Cool air brushed her mostly bare chest, and a new thrill rushed through her. Sex with Payton had been getting naked in the dark, crawling under the covers, and a couple of minutes of grinding before he rolled over and fell asleep. She’d been interested in more, but his passive belittling had kept her from asking. Even worse had been finding out after the fact that he blamed the boredom on her lack of impulse.
Last night had been a rush—sex in a public place. But something about now sent a new kind of euphoria racing through her veins. She was standing topless in an almost-stranger’s room, about to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She forced herself to swallow.
His thumbs trailed up her sides, voice low, a commanding current running through it. He brushed the bottom of her breasts, and she gasped in surprise. “Watching you all day, and only having a hint from last night of what’s hidden under your clothes, has been driving me insane.” His hands continued up, fingers brushing her throat before gliding down her spine. “You know what my one consolation is?”
Each time he leaned in, she caught a hint of the rain-and-aftershave scent whispering from him. She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. The only thing she knew was how wet she was from his attentions. Memories of his fingers bringing her to orgasm teased her, mingling with the thoughts of what it felt like to be spread open when he’d pushed inside her. She had only been in his room a few moments, and already the way he was drawing out the moment was a more delicious torture than she’d ever imagined.
He unsnapped her bra, and the fabric fell away. He drew the straps down her arms, letting the cups drag across her already rock-hard nipples before he tossed the lingerie on top of her other clothing. Everywhere his hands moved, his long, talented fingers danced along her skin. “My only consolation is finally getting to see.”
Oxygen stole from her head when he grazed her shoulder with his teeth, leaving her light-headed and wanting more. “You can see it all if you want.”
“Oh, I want.” The seductive baritone of his voice hummed through every inch of her, adding flames to her desire. He unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down, a tooth at a time.
She pressed back into him, grinding into the erection tempting her. The buttons of his shirt were cool against her bare back, and the cotton teased the hyper-sensitive skin. He inhaled sharply. His fingers dug into her hips. Her belly clenched in response as desire pulsed through her legs.
He pushed on her skirt. It dropped to the floor, pooling around her ankles. He traced a line along the elastic of her string bikini panties. “Black bra and red lacy bottoms? So not only do you not match, but you’re trying to obliterate my thoughts before I even get you naked? Fucking sexy.”
“You’ve figured out my master plan.” she teased.
“I doubt such a thing exists, but I have more important things to focus on.” He moved his hands back up her chest, cupped her breasts, and sucked on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder.
She gasped, and her knees wobbled at the combination of light pain and exquisite pleasure. He pulled her closer, fingers rolling her nipples, gently at first before he pinched both.
The need between her legs screamed for attention. She ground her butt against him as he massaged and sucked relentlessly. She was vaguely aware of the soft cries tearing from her throat and mingling with his hungry groans.
One of his hands moved away from the pink nub it had been lavishing, but before she could wonder why or feel disappointed, he brushed the crotch of her panties.
“Jesus, you’re soaked.” He rubbed through the lace, pushing the fabric against her slit.
She was too lost in the multiple sensations to reply. She covered his hands with hers, partly to help her stay upright and partly to make sure he kept going. The only thing she could manage was, “Harder.”
He obliged, going straight for her clit, pressing back when she ground into his hand. Was she crying out? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Every single touch was pushing her closer to the edge. She tossed her head back further as she came, waves of ecstasy pouring through her. He eased off as she struggled to catch her breath, but he didn’t stop kissing along the back of her neck.
“Better than just okay?” His warm breath teased her skin.
“Better than chocolate.” She managed to find her footing enough to spin and face him. She made a point of studying him. “But I don’t want to make a habit of this.”
His brows rose in response.
He thinks I mean the sex. Which she should, but she didn’t. She worked her fingers into the knot of his tie, loosening it. “I don’t mind being naked in front of you.” Understatement of the decade. That thought alone was enough to make her even wetter. “But you can’t stay mostly dressed all the time.”
She kicked her shoes and skirt into the rapidly growing pile and tossed his tie on top of it all. He hissed when her nails trailed down his chest, undoing each button in her way.
She dropped her hands to his waist, only fumbling with the belt for a moment before undoing the buckle, then sliding his zipper down. She grasped his shaft, and his growl filled her head. His hot skin seared her cool palm. She worked him free as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Her tongue flicked over the bulbous head in front of her, licking a drop from the tip. The salty taste flooded her tongue. His fingers tangled in her hair. She took the hint and wrapped her lips around him, taking his length into her mouth and sliding down.
He rocked against her face, grip tightening as his breathing grew shallow. “Jesus.” His voice was strained. “That metal ball on my cock. You’re killing me.”
He caught her wrists, grip tight, and pulled her to her feet. His gaze locked on hers, eyes dark and holding her captive. He pulled her nearer, lips hovering close enough to her ear for his breath to tantalize her skin. “I’d draw this moment out all night if I could.” A hard edge lined his voice. “But I can’t stop thinking about how good it feels to be inside you, and I know how wet you are, and I don’t want anything else right now.”
Each new word sent another pang of want through her. He pushed her backward until her calves collided with the bed. One more nudge, and she was sitting on the mattress looking up at him.
He rested a hand on the back of her neck and his thumb brushed her windpipe. “Don’t move.”
Her anticipation spiked again when he stood and stepped back. He stood just out of reach as he tossed his shirt and undershirt aside. When he paused, she stopped breathing for a moment. What’s he up to?
He bent to fumble with one of his bags and a moment later produced a condom.
Prepared. Again. Did that mean the evening with her was just another plan, and she’d only been the right person at the right time? She pushed the doubt aside and dove into the direct question instead. “So, Mister Impulse-is-horrible-and-scary. Do you have that because you were planning on getting lucky this trip?”
“I have it because it never hurts to be prepared.” Every inch of his body molded to her. “And possibly because hope compelled me to pick up an extra last night.”
The idea sent a new flush of heat through her and tapped a seductive rhythm in her veins.
Within seconds, he’d shed the rest of his clothes and wrapped himself in the rubber. She reached for him. He gave her a wicked smile, grabbed her wrists again, and pulled them above her head as he nudged her onto her back. He bent over her and crushed his lips to hers hard enough their teeth collided. She struggled under his grip, not to break free, but to get closer to his touch.
While his tongue danced with hers, hungry and demanding, his free hand dropped back to her waist. He broke away long enough to tear her panties away and discard them. The friction heightened her want.
He nudged her knee with his. “Scoot back.”
“Yes, sir.” She gave him a teasing smile and relocated to the center of the bed.
He pushed her thighs apart with his knee and moved between them. Lowering his head, he drew his tongue across her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back when he nibbled the hard flesh. He never let up his attentions on the nub as his cock nudged her opening. He pushed inside her, driving in his thick length all at once. His movements were slow at first, drawing out almost to the tip before plunging inside her again. She wanted more. She wanted things fast and hard like the night before. Her hips bucked against him to speed things up.
He sat straight up, driving deeper into her. “If you keep that up, I won’t last.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Her question melted into another moan as he placed his hands on the back of her knees and pressed them toward her chest. The position put him deeper inside her than she’d ever been penetrated and slammed into a spot that made her groan louder with every thrust.
And then he picked up the pace. As he pounded, she felt climax claw its way through her again, and her hands dug into the blankets, looking for something to grab tight. A scream tore from her throat when she came, and she clenched tight around him, focused on every sensation at the same time.
His breathing grew more punctuated, and his thrusts reached a frantic pace. Never breaking the rhythm, he dropped her legs suddenly, rested his hands on either side of her head, and locked his gaze on hers. “You...feel...incredible,” he managed between short breaths. His grunts became staccato and frantic as he peaked. Even after his groans reached their apex, then faded, he continued to pound inside her. Her head floated back to reality, gaze locked on his, as his pace slowed to a stop.
He hovered a little longer, both of them searching for their breaths. She couldn’t look away. Her heart squeezed at the raw lust staring back. What was it about him that had her so captivated? The impulse to curl up in his arms and stay there for hours flooded her, gnawing at a longing she knew wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t just the sex. The thought hit her hard, and she couldn’t shake it. There was a deeper connection she couldn’t place. Damn it. How was any guy ever going to stack up to this once they went their separate ways?