point and win the bet, Vanna had the most responsive body he’d ever lost himself in.
But she’d been right. The first round of sex had been great. But blindfolded? Relying on signals she was deliberately trying to hide, second-guessing his usual assumption that he was SuperLover? Luke had never focused so completely on sex. Ever.
And it’d never been better.
She’d made him realize that his ego had grown in size to rival his very impressive erection. His reputation over the past half-dozen years had pretty much ensured that he didn’t have to prove his prowess. Women assumed it was there and were grateful to enjoy it. Vanna had been right about that, too. The challenge of her not taking his attention at face value made the experience more intense. It’d required all his focus. All his skill.
It’d been incredible.
But it wasn’t all challenge and ego.
Luke shifted himself onto one elbow to peer over the pile of pillows intersecting the bed. There, curled in a tight ball, her hair a splash of vivid red against the pristine sheets, Vanna was a vision.
Sex was usually all about gratification.
What they’d done, what they had, that was so much more.
Suddenly freaked at where his thoughts were going, Luke slid from the bed, careful not to move too fast or shake the mattress.
He didn’t want her waking up until he’d got his head together. Until he’d figured out what the hell this crazy feeling was going on inside him.
He strode to the bathroom, waiting until he’d shut the door before turning on the light. Cringing, he slapped one hand over his eyes until they adjusted to the glare. Then he splashed cold water over his face, hoping it’d shock him back to sanity.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t a slam-bam kind of guy. But he wasn’t looking for commitments, either. He liked cruising through life, no worries or real concerns to distract from his fun.
So why was he thinking about later? About making sure he got her number. About figuring out a way for them to build on this fun and sex and see what else they could come up with.
Even that’d be okay, he supposed. After all, it was sexually motivated. But wanting to know her last name? Where she lived? Hell, what she’d been like growing up? Those thoughts were heading into scary territory.
He’d never wondered any of that before.
And he’d never cared that he didn’t.
Was this a result of her little bet? That challenge to prove himself? Where were all these weird feelings coming from? As if he knew her, as if they were connected.
He stared at his reflection, noting the confusion etching deep lines in his brow and clouding his eyes. Good. He might as well look as mind-boggled as he felt.
He didn’t know what to do.
All he knew was one thing. He wanted Vanna.
Not just for another round of wild sex.
Not just for the weekend.
He wanted her in his life.
Now he just had to decide if he was going to act on that want or talk himself out of it.
One second she was fast asleep. The next she was floating on a sea of passion.
Not the rough and wild maelstrom of sexual intensity that she’d been frolicking in all weekend.
This, she sighed, was sweeter.
Gentle.
A whisper of a kiss over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. A brush of a finger along her still-swollen nether lips. A teasing swirl of a tongue in her belly button.
Her own moan of delight pulled her out of the foggy sleep. Was this a dream? It felt like one.
Her eyes flew open as teeth scraped her breast. Then, as she scrambled to put the pieces together and remember she was living her fantasy, Luke drew her nipple into his mouth to suckle.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair, sliding through the heavy silk and holding his head close as she wrapped her calf around his and anchored herself to his thigh.
The hair was rough, scraping the soft flesh of hers. His muscles were hard as she pressed tight against him, undulating a slow dance that teased her swollen
But she’d been right. The first round of sex had been great. But blindfolded? Relying on signals she was deliberately trying to hide, second-guessing his usual assumption that he was SuperLover? Luke had never focused so completely on sex. Ever.
And it’d never been better.
She’d made him realize that his ego had grown in size to rival his very impressive erection. His reputation over the past half-dozen years had pretty much ensured that he didn’t have to prove his prowess. Women assumed it was there and were grateful to enjoy it. Vanna had been right about that, too. The challenge of her not taking his attention at face value made the experience more intense. It’d required all his focus. All his skill.
It’d been incredible.
But it wasn’t all challenge and ego.
Luke shifted himself onto one elbow to peer over the pile of pillows intersecting the bed. There, curled in a tight ball, her hair a splash of vivid red against the pristine sheets, Vanna was a vision.
Sex was usually all about gratification.
What they’d done, what they had, that was so much more.
Suddenly freaked at where his thoughts were going, Luke slid from the bed, careful not to move too fast or shake the mattress.
He didn’t want her waking up until he’d got his head together. Until he’d figured out what the hell this crazy feeling was going on inside him.
He strode to the bathroom, waiting until he’d shut the door before turning on the light. Cringing, he slapped one hand over his eyes until they adjusted to the glare. Then he splashed cold water over his face, hoping it’d shock him back to sanity.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t a slam-bam kind of guy. But he wasn’t looking for commitments, either. He liked cruising through life, no worries or real concerns to distract from his fun.
So why was he thinking about later? About making sure he got her number. About figuring out a way for them to build on this fun and sex and see what else they could come up with.
Even that’d be okay, he supposed. After all, it was sexually motivated. But wanting to know her last name? Where she lived? Hell, what she’d been like growing up? Those thoughts were heading into scary territory.
He’d never wondered any of that before.
And he’d never cared that he didn’t.
Was this a result of her little bet? That challenge to prove himself? Where were all these weird feelings coming from? As if he knew her, as if they were connected.
He stared at his reflection, noting the confusion etching deep lines in his brow and clouding his eyes. Good. He might as well look as mind-boggled as he felt.
He didn’t know what to do.
All he knew was one thing. He wanted Vanna.
Not just for another round of wild sex.
Not just for the weekend.
He wanted her in his life.
Now he just had to decide if he was going to act on that want or talk himself out of it.
One second she was fast asleep. The next she was floating on a sea of passion.
Not the rough and wild maelstrom of sexual intensity that she’d been frolicking in all weekend.
This, she sighed, was sweeter.
Gentle.
A whisper of a kiss over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. A brush of a finger along her still-swollen nether lips. A teasing swirl of a tongue in her belly button.
Her own moan of delight pulled her out of the foggy sleep. Was this a dream? It felt like one.
Her eyes flew open as teeth scraped her breast. Then, as she scrambled to put the pieces together and remember she was living her fantasy, Luke drew her nipple into his mouth to suckle.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair, sliding through the heavy silk and holding his head close as she wrapped her calf around his and anchored herself to his thigh.
The hair was rough, scraping the soft flesh of hers. His muscles were hard as she pressed tight against him, undulating a slow dance that teased her swollen
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