Fearless by Tawny Weber Page A

she released the satin, he moved. His hands unerringly found her waist, tugging her closer. Gia gasped when his lips clamped on to her nipple through the satin of her nightie. It was as if he had laser vision or a homing device tuned in to her erogenous zones.
    Her fingers dug into the thick hardness of his shoulders, reveling in his tightly corded muscles. For a guy who basically talked for a living, he was built.
    His tongue was sizzling, swirling over the fabric, leaving a wet layer of heat over her nipple. She groaned in delight as the wet material added another layer of wow to the sensation.
    As if he’d already memorized her body, his hands skimmed down her waist, unerringly finding her damp curls. He slid one finger over her swollen bud, flicking the sensitive flesh while dipping the tip of another finger into her hot core.
    Gia whimpered as both fingers slid in, just the tips, and swirled around the rim of her channel before dipping deeper. One, then two. In, then out. All the while his thumb rubbed, slow and sweet, over her pulsating bud.
    Her fingers dug tighter into his shoulders and she had to bite back an encouraging moan. This was supposed to be a challenge to him. Her telling him to do her harder might negate the experiment.
    But it was as if he suddenly read her mind. She jumped a little when his teeth scraped her nipple. His fingers moved faster, his thumb flicking harder now, pressing as his fingers found that magical G-spot. Pressure built, tight and intense.
    Gia’s breath came in loud gasps, the rasping air burning her lungs. Her head fell back, her eyes closed.
    He bit her nipple, gentle enough to stay in the realm of love-play but hard enough to make her cry out. At the same time, he pinched her nether lips tight.
    Gia’s body convulsed.
    She was shaking too hard with the orgasm to realize he’d moved her. She was dimly aware of his fingers slipping into her stash of condoms, tucked away in the pocket of her garter belt.
    Then she was flying through the air. She opened her eyes just as Luke lay back on the bed, lifting her body over his.
    As if he could see through the blindfold, he positioned her perfectly. Gia barely had time to grab on to his chest before he thrust upward, impaling her on his rock-hard dick.
    “Ride, baby, ride,” he murmured, his fingers gripping her ass as he moved her in time with his thrusts.
    It didn’t take many. Gia’s body, already primed by the sweet climax before, exploded into a million pieces. She felt his follow, heard his groan of delight, but couldn’t bring enough attention together to focus on anything but her own delighted tremors.
    Well, then. Gia collapsed, her body one delicious puddle of satisfaction. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her heart raced, pounding so loud in her head that she could barely hear Luke’s breath under her ear.
    But she could feel his body. Hard, and huge, even at rest.
    He was incredible. Talk about fantasy material. Clearly, the man could rise to any challenge.
    He couldn’t tell where sexual fatigue ended and physical exhaustion took hold. All Luke knew was that he was spent.
    He lay flat on his belly, his body draped over the tangled-sheet-covered mattress. Cool air circulated, stirring the hedonistic haze away. Digging deep, he found the energy to shove the fabric off his eyes.
    After countless hours, dozens of orgasms and three rounds of lovemaking, his face felt weird without the fabric band. He ran a hand over the back of his hair to make sure he hadn’t lost any in the excitement.
    Vanna’d said he needed a challenge. Something to rise to. He’d scoffed, sure he’d quickly prove her wrong. But it’d turned out, it wasn’t just his dick that’d had to rise up.
    With a silent groan, Luke forced himself to flip onto his back so the air conditioning could work its magic. He’d never felt so hot. And he’d never worked so hard to pleasure a woman. Not that she was demanding. Even when she was trying to make her