The girth of his broad shoulders pushed her wider as he insinuated himself in between. Her heart picked up pace. She caught the reflection of his perfect, sculpted ass in the mirror and hoped he couldn’t see the drool pooling at the corners of her mouth.
Her eyes traveled back to his face. The soft glow from the candlelight made his skin glisten. Heat radiated from him as his blatant masculine scent curled her toes. White-hot desire claimed her, leaving her feeling a little dizzy, a little drugged.
With her pulse racing, it took all her effort to keep her voice steady, seductive. “Since I know my own body’s responses better than anyone, maybe I should start by showing you what I like.” She’d never pleasured herself in front of a man before, but then again she’d never been anyone’s lab rat either. This guy brought out a completely different side of her.
Trying for sultry, she toyed with the top button on her blouse, tempting him. “What do you say?”
Sam’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His eyebrow rose a fraction, his gaze latched upon her breasts.
She leaned forward, her mouth a hairbreadth away from his. His burning gaze moved to her face and settled on her parted lips.
His tongue traveled over his bottom lip, moistening, preparing. He slanted his mouth.
In that instant, Cat knew he was going to kiss her. Her pulse skyrocketed. Her body hummed with renewed excitement. For months she had fantasized about what his lips would feel like on hers. Now she was finally going to find out.
She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Unless you had something else in mind.”
His eyes darkened, his tone deepened, his mouth curved enticingly. The air around them crackled with charged electricity.
“I like your idea, Cat.” The fierce need and desire in his voice whipped through her like a powerful aphrodisiac. “I really do.” He threaded his fingers through her hair. Tugging slightly, he drew her mouth to his. “And I like that you’re comfortable enough to do that in front of me. But maybe I’d prefer to discover all your likes and all your secret desires on my own.”
Well, who was she to voice an argument? After all, it was his experiment.
She moaned in acquiescence as he pressed his lips hungrily into hers. Heat licked over her body, moisture collected on her forehead. His tongue skated over her lips then sank inside for a slow exploration. She opened for him, granting him access, reveling in the feel of his velvet tongue mating with hers. Her body trembled, her nipples beaded and tightened to the point of pain, beckoning his touch, demanding his undivided attention. Urgent, unrelenting pressure brewed deep in her womb. A low erotic whimper bubbled in the depth of her dry throat.
Yes, perhaps his idea was better.
His tongue swept through her mouth like a firestorm, scorching her with his heat. He kissed her, long and hard, and with such passion it left her gulping for her very next breath.
Letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted, she tightened her legs and shifted forward, until their groins bumped. Her thighs hugged his hips, drawing him in closer, aching to feel him inside. A silent gesture that alerted him to the passion building in her body, threatening to burn her up from the inside out. As she gyrated against him, her aroused scent perfumed the air and closed in on them.
God, this was better than any fantasy she’d ever had.
For a long time, they traded kiss for kiss. Pleasure for pleasure. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat when he felt her responses. He inched back, his nostrils flared. A slow burn simmered in his eyes as he inhaled, filling his lungs with her feminine aroma. The intent look on his face made her pussy muscles quake.
She concentrated on the increasing ache and the sensations he invoked as his expert fingers idly stroked her thighs. He pressed his thumbs into her legs and climbed higher, until he closed in on her engorged clitoris. He stroked her through her jeans. Liquid heat pooled in her loins. She opened her mouth to gasp, but no sound came. In a silent plea, her body tensed, bowed into his touch.
Her tongue found the warmth of his mouth again and drew him in for a deep, mind-numbing kiss. Sam growled and pitched forward, pressing his erection harder against her. His breathing turned labored. He broke the kiss and licked his lips as though savoring the taste of her.
Urgent need colored his voice when he spoke. “Very sweet, Cat. Very, very sweet. I can’t wait to discover if the rest of you is just as delicious.”
Holy hell, neither could she.
The muscles in his jaw flexed and she sensed his restraint, sensed he was holding himself back. She could feel the wild feral passion mounting in him, rising higher and higher, threatening to consume them both. She suspected if he ever let go and gave himself completely over to his primal needs and unleashed his passion, his world would never be the same again.
And neither would hers.
His hands stroked her through her clothes, his corded muscles bunched with each torturous caress. “Are you ready to play, Cat?” His voice held a challenge that stole her speechmaking capabilities.
Since a reply was beyond her, she simply shivered at the promise in his eyes.
“Are you ready for me to test your responses to my stimuli?” He breathed a kiss over her mouth.
Cat drew a shuddery breath, recovered her voice, and asked calmly, “How so?”
His low chuckle seeped into her skin, flooding her with warmth, drawing her far deeper into this game of seduction than she’d have thought possible.
“You’re always so full of questions. Must be the journalist in you.” God, his deep rasp did mysterious things to her insides.
His features softened as he sat back on
