Indecent Exposure by Faye Avalon Page A

the urge to close her eyes and lean back against him. “I just don’t like being played by a control freak.”
    “Who does?” He flicked his thumb across her aching nipples, through the thin lacy silk. “You use sex as a smokescreen.”
    “I do not.” She tried to jerk around, but still he held her fast against the hard planes of his muscled chest. “I just like sex.”
    Yeah, Mitch thought, and he was pretty damn happy about that. But there was something else. He saw it in the uncertain look in her eyes, the tension in her body now that he challenged her. “Who doesn’t like sex?”
    “Then why don’t you finish what you started?”
    Because he wanted to keep her on her toes. Maybe he was more of a control freak than even he realized. “I’ve got standards, and when I fuck you, it will be in more pleasing surroundings than a sweaty gym.”
    “This isn’t a gym,” she said, her body stiffening further against him. “And it certainly isn’t sweaty.”
    “No offense meant. It’s just I’ve got something better in mind for when we’re both naked.”
    He felt her squirm and knew it wasn’t entirely because he was still playing with her breasts. “Oh I see. It’s okay for you to strip me naked and shove your tongue inside me, but for you to get naked, you need more opulent surroundings.”
    Shit. He was shoveling a deep hole and the last thing he needed was for her to start running for the hills. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about fucking you back in college?”
    He felt her relax a little. “No.”
    “Me neither. I lost count.”
    Her shoulders went down. He kissed her neck and elicited a little moan from her that made his cock swell anew. “Seems to me like your brain and your prick need to have a conversation sometime. From what I can feel pressing into my back, I don’t think it would matter too much what location you preferred.”
    He bit gently into her neck and she pushed her breasts into his hands. Mitch wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out—not with the feel of her against him, the scent of her filling his nostrils, the touch of her hands gliding over his, urging him on.
    With determined stealth, he slipped one hand down across her stomach, aware of the slight tightening of her stomach muscles, and the pressure of her palm as she tried to guide him. Inches from his goal, he held off, letting his fingers hover just above the scrap of damp silk covering her hot pussy. The desperate rotation of her hips made it difficult to maintain the status quo, and he pushed down beneath the silk. He took care not to cover her mound, but simply toyed along her slit. She moaned, gasped and then cursed as she tried in vain to push his hand deeper.
    “Determined little witch, aren’t you?”
    “Is there something wrong with you?” she grated as she gyrated against him. “Do you only like getting women off or something?”
    He laughed and bit her earlobe. “Why don’t we go to my place? Then you’ll be able to see for yourself if there’s anything wrong with me.”
    “Yes,” she ground out. “Yes.”
    “Right answer.” He dipped a finger into her pussy. “For that you deserve a treat.”
    “Mmm.”
    She bucked her hips, pushing against his barely penetrating touch. He held out for about ten seconds, then, at her soft cries, added another finger, pushed in hard and deep, and began to work her.
    She came, her feminine muscles pulsing against his fingers. Damn it, but his cock throbbed. Thank God he didn’t live far from her studio. He offered up a silent prayer that the traffic would be light en route to his apartment.
    When she collapsed against him, he held her up by pulling her tight to his throbbing body. “How did you like your treat?” he asked, his own chest heaving.
    Her breathing was patchy and her head lolled back against his shoulder. “You certainly know how to use your hands, I’ll give you that.”
    “I know how to use other parts of my anatomy too.