With a growl, he flipped me again.
“You’re driving me crazy.” I bowed into the hand he’d laid at the small of my back.
“I said I wasn’t done with the massage yet.”
He kneaded the muscles of my back and I transformed into putty. His weight depressed the bed next to me, his masculine presence overwhelming the room. None of my previous boyfriends had had that effect. They hadn’t had Sam’s broad shoulders or anything close to the suggestion of biceps bulging through his shirt.
I would get to see him naked tonight. My stomach fluttered. Not normally self-conscious, I hoped I wouldn’t be when an Adonis like him stripped down. Because I was wearing just panties, and putting more clothes on now wasn’t an option. Not until I orgasmed hard. A few times.
He bent toward me, close to my head. “Are you relaxed yet?”
His baritone rumbled through me. Relaxed as in muscles not tense? Yes. Sexually relaxed? Stupid question.
His weight lifted and clothing rustled. No way was I missing a second of his bare skin.
The cozy sweater he’d been wearing was off and he was drawing his T-shirt over his head. With my exhale, my body sank farther into the bed. What. A. Sight.
Inch after inch of bronzed skin dipped and curved over solid muscle. I’d only seen abs like that on magazine covers. Defined pecs flexed and lifted as he unsnapped his pants.
Ooh, and the biceps. I was an arm girl and I rarely got to feel up guns. Shoving his hand in a pocket, he withdrew a condom and tossed it on the bed before going back to undressing.
I sucked in air. His pants were coming off. God, they looked expensive. I didn’t know anything about brand names, but I’d guess his pair hadn’t been purchased in a second-hand store or even an outlet store.
He must do well in sales. How did a guy with a white-collar job maintain a body like that?
“See something you like?”
My smile was coy. I never smiled like that! I rolled to my side and used an arm as a kickstand for my head so I could keep my gaze on him. “I don’t know. I mean, you should start going to the gym once in a while.”
He paused, toeing off his shoes to get his pants off, then a low chuckle sounded before he straightened. “I’ll think about it.”
Only his black, sporty boxer-briefs stood in the way and they were doing a piss-poor job. The swollen head of his cock pushed past the waistband.
A swell of female pride puffed my chest. I had done that to him and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
I hadn’t touched him yet.
Rising to my knees, I crawled to the edge of the bed. His gaze took on a predatory glint. I rimmed the top of his underwear with my fingers. The words printed on the band weren’t a style I’d heard of, and his underclothes looked like nothing I’d find where I shopped.
Unwrapping my present to myself, I freed him. Long, thick, and proud, he remained still and let me skim my hand up and down his shaft. It pulsed and the heat radiating off his skin stoked my excitement.
It was playtime, and I had one question. “Do I need to delve into my flavored-condom stash?”
Wes
My gaze was riveted on Mara’s lips. “I’m clean,” I managed to choke out. I played it safe most of the time, but I regularly saw a private physician. “Do whatever you want.” As long as it means sucking my dick.
Was she going to? The expression on her face said it all and it affected me more than any other woman I’d been with.
Why? I suspected she was a user, but with her full breasts lifting with each breath she took, it became less of an issue. The memory of her supple body under my fingertips threw me off my game.
I needed to take charge again, to remember that I controlled this situation. I meant to push her back, but her mouth closed around the tip of my cock as her hand wrapped around it. My hips bucked and my grip landed on her head.
A flick of her tongue and my head fell back with a groan. I fisted both hands in her hair, loosening her hair clip. Damn thing was in the way. I plucked the clasp out. Thick waves of pink-tinted, downy brown hair spilled over her shoulders.
She created an erotic sight. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, her eyes closed, her fist pumping the base. Those beautiful hazel eyes of hers flicked open to meet my gaze. They lit with mirth and she dragged her teeth along my sensitized flesh.
“Oh god.” I concentrated on not shoving her head closer, testing if she could relax her throat.
Yesss. She could. The woman had a mouth and I was going to spend my load in less than sixty seconds.
“Enough.” Cupping her chin, I drew her off me.
She licked her lips and scooted back on the bed. Maybe I should prep her, but by her glistening sex, she was ready. With Mara reclining before me, I retrieved the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on. I hated the squeeze of the plastic, wished it wasn’t necessary, but it’d allow me to be inside Mara and that was all I cared about.
Dimly, the design of her duvet cover registered.
We were going to fuck on the Bat-Signal. It’d be a first for me, and I kind of wanted to pump my fist in the air.
I kneeled on the bed and slid her panties off. Then, I laid a hand on each of her knees and shoved them apart.
She audibly sucked in a breath while mine whooshed out. Fine, dusky hair framed her swollen pink labia, slightly separated to reveal her arousal tucked in between. I’d tasted her twenty-four hours ago and still felt like a starving man.
She squirmed and her movements only opened her more. My cock throbbed, demanded release, but I
