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She felt him smile against her lips and then his hands were at the hem of her shirt. She lifted her arms and let him whisk it over her head. Her bra was simple black cotton but the expression on his face told her he didn’t care. His hands came back to the curve of her breast, tracing the edges of fabric and skin as if he wanted to memorize her.
Her nipples were tight and aching, the tiny movements of his hands on her making them tingle as the cotton moved infinitesimally against sensitive skin.
Torture. Heaven. All in one.
And she didn’t know how long she could keep this up. She wanted to play, wanted to see how far she could push him or he could push her. Wanted to see where they might take each other, but that was going to have to wait for another time. As could sex in the kitchen. It was an intriguing possibility but the tile was hard and right now she wanted a mattress and soft sheets and the even more intriguing possibilities that those offered. She took his wrist, then came to her feet, Alex following her lead.
He followed as she walked toward her bedroom, followed as she walked toward the bed. She wasn’t sure when the following became mutual, when it became a game between the two of them with the lead flowing back and forth. Her bra hit the ground followed by his jeans and her yoga pants. Alex sucked in a breath as she slid a hand into his boxers and curled her fingers around his cock. Silky skin over unyielding hardness. It was a sensation she loved, so different from her own skin. She ran her fingers around the edge of him, felt him gasp again, and then withdrew her fingers so she could pull his briefs free. She pushed him toward the bed and he tugged her with him so that they fell together. He rolled on top of her, pressing for a moment into her, right where she wanted to feel him, and making pleasure spike. But she wasn’t quite ready to give in completely, so she wriggled and rolled again so that she was on top. She straddled him, settled against him, the thin cotton of her panties no barrier to being able to enjoy the sensation of him against her.
Alex stilled at the movement, closed his eyes. She bent forward, kissed him again, and then began to explore. Kissing her way down his chest. Playing with him the way that he had played with her.
She kissed lower and lower and then, finally, ran her tongue down the hard length of him just to hear him groan. She liked the sound. She did it again.
And again. Settled in to learn what he liked, what had passed in a blur the night before with no time for memorizing. What she could do to him with lips and tongue and fingers. Quite a lot, it seemed. His breath came fast and she could feel the tension run through his body, feel his thighs and legs tighten and the muscles tremble as she licked and sucked and teased. She liked the feeling. It made her own breath quicken, made her ache.
Alex’s hand caught her head, fingers tangling in her hair. She wasn’t sure if he was urging her on or asking her to stop. She didn’t feel like stopping, not just yet. She swirled her tongue over him again and his grip tightened.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She grinned, lifted her head. “I thought I was trying to make you come.”
“Like I said, you’re trying to kill me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do. Trust me, I do. But I’m feeling a little … impatient.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were all mine.”
“I am.”
“But you’re taking charge now?”
“No, but I’m asking for mercy.”
“Mercy?” She smiled down at him. “What’s in it for me?”
“Me,” he said fervently.
“Ah,” she said. “I think I can see the appeal of that.”
“Thank God,” Alex said. He reached out an arm toward her bedside table. Flicked the drawer open, came back with a condom. Apparently the man had a good memory. He held it out to her and she took it. Applied it slowly until he was panting with impatience again. And then she decided that he had the right idea and eased herself down on top of him.
The expression of mingled pleasure and relief on his face probably matched the one on hers.
He felt amazing buried deep inside her. Beyond amazing. He arched his hips beneath her, hands coming to her hips. She moved with him, bending forward to kiss him, losing herself once more in the taste of him. She wanted to take it slow but the hunger took her—took them both—and things turned wild. First she was above him and then, somehow, their positions reversed and reversed again. Alex gave as good as he got, fingers stroking her as he kept up the rhythm that drove her mindless and turned her into a mass of nerves and heat and the desperate desire for more. Once again, things blurred until she didn’t know exactly who was doing what. Knew only that she wanted it not to stop. Wanted more. Wanted it all until she got exactly that and the pleasure exploded through her with a rush that drove everything else out of her head and left her holding him while the world rushed away.
Chapter Sixteen
Alex left early the next morning but not without kissing her thoroughly, in a way that definitely kicked her brain into life. About fifteen minutes later, as she hit the lobby, intent on a loaded coffee and a bagel from the place across the street to back up Alex’s excellent work, she was startled by the sight of Will Sutter sprawled across one of the sofas in the foyer.
She didn’t move fast enough. The elevator doors dinged behind her as they slid closed. Will looked up and spotted her.
Crap. No pretending not to see him. She set her teeth, determined to get past him and on her way as soon as possible. He stood and stepped into her path. She stopped. Across the foyer she saw Dev watching them, a questioning frown pulling his face away from his normally cheerful smile. She shook her head at him, to let him know she didn’t need him to run interference just yet.
