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He looked like a literal sex god kneeling over me, Eros incarnate, his muscles sculpted in the moonlight, his body glistening with sweat.
“You made me scream,” I rasped. “What if Shayla heard?”
“You said she’s not home.” He leaned down over me and kissed away the rest of my complaints and protests, until I was soft and pliant under him once more.
“I need to make you come,” I gushed as soon as he let me speak again.
Johnny nuzzled my neck, kissing my throat. “We’re getting to that,” he rasped against my skin. “Your pleasure is more important, remember?”
“I didn’t agree to that.”
He just looked at me, heat smoldering in his eyes.
I didn’t argue any further. I didn’t need him to give me pleasure in order for me to get turned on. Just looking at him turned me on. But the way he savored my pleasure was delectable. The way he took his time seeking out my pleasure was awe-inspiring. But it turned me on so much, it just made me want him even more.
Vicious cycle.
I reached for his cock, but he caught my arms and pinned them down at my sides and gave me a slow, wicked smile.
“Please,” I panted.
“Please what?” He was teasing me. Toying with me.
My fault, probably, for giving him that killer blowjob in the car. Between that and the pot making him “last longer,” maybe he’d tease me all damn night now.
“I want to make you come.”
“You’ll make me come when I say you can make me come.”
We stared into each other’s eyes. Then he licked my bottom lip and kissed me again. Somehow, he’d already figured out that teasing me and giving me sexy orders turned my bones to mush and any pathetic resolve I might have to ashes and smoke. So unfair.
“Something wrong?” he said, cool and controlled, when I squirmed.
“You’re stupid.”
He laughed shortly.
“I’d do anything to make you come right now. Stop torturing me.”
He dipped down and drifted his lips up my throat. “Just making it last, sweetheart.” His voice was a soft, sexy purr against my skin. “How bad do you want it?”
“Punch you in the eye bad,” I panted.
Johnny chuckled under his breath and plunged his tongue into my mouth, silencing me with a ferocious kiss that had me burning up with lust all over again. But I could feel the restrained hunger in him, still. His thick erection jabbed against my thigh. He wanted this as much as I did.
He kissed his way down my throat to my chest, and when his tongue drifted over my peaked nipple, he said softly, “You’re getting cold.”
Before I could respond, he’d lifted me up in his arms and carried me down the stairs.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Angeline
Johnny set me on my feet in front of the sliding doors into his gym. He punched in a code to the security pad and let us in. I really wasn’t all that cold, but I wasn’t about to complain if he wanted to bend me over in his cedar sauna now or something.
He didn’t take me into the sauna. He took me into the dimly-lit steam room, which smelled faintly of eucalyptus. I was instantly invigorated, breathing in the steaming, fragrant air.
“You just keep it hot all the time, in case some babe stops by for a steam?” I inquired, trying to sound casual about it but seriously wondering.
