and fiery as the burnoff from a runaway well and narrowed her focus to his finger against her clit until the tension exploded into blackness. Shudders wracked her, easing slightly with each subsequent pulse until she lay limp against his hard body.
Opening her eyes just a little she saw her breasts quivering with her rapid pulse, her abdomen rising and falling under Ty’s arm. Ribbons of electric heat fluttered along her nerves; her nipplesthrobbed in the cool, dark air of the bedroom. Her clit fluttered under his motionless finger, and her thighs trembled from exertion.
She opened her eyes a little wider and met his gaze in the mirror. Pure male satisfaction simmered behind those dark eyes, but then his cock pulsed and shifted under her ass.
“Time to get mine.”
* * *
The sight of Lauren Kincaid sprawled on his lap, gleaming and disheveled after a breathlessly powerful orgasm, sent a disquieting mix of emotions cascading through Ty. He liked watching this confident, assured, collected woman splinter into shards under his hands, but that felt too much like a connection, so he pushed it aside for a simple, base dilemma. Should he continue this torturously arousing game, or situate her on her knees on the bed with her face in the sheets, and fuck her until he exploded deep inside her?
This wouldn’t last more than the next couple of weeks. There would be plenty of time for quick, anonymous fucks when this was over.
He reached up and smoothed her hair back from her face, then laid his palm flat between her shoulder blades and pushed her to her feet. “I thought these shorts all came with PINK on the ass,” he said as he pushed them down her long legs.
A breath of a laugh huffed from her. “I am not the kind of woman who goes around with derogatory slang for female genitalia on my butt.”
She wasn’t. There was nothing little girl-ish about her sexuality, what she wanted, how she responded, and that was part of the problem, but his cock had more pressing needs than labeling Lauren Kincaid or the way possibilities opened up around her. He wanted her completely naked, so he unclipped the snap hook, pulled her top to the floor, then refastened it. His gaze leisurely examined herbody, the sexily toned curve of breast and hip, the trimmed thatch of hair between her thighs, the lean muscles of her legs. His fingertips trailed down her abdomen, brushed her damp curls, then traced the line of her right quad. She looked down, away, then back at him, as if she’d never watched arousal build in her body, watched it shimmer and dance between her and the man in her bed. Her hesitation made him want to take his time. Show her something about herself.
“You a runner?” She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen, lips parted. He looked at it and mentally added another possibility to his list: a slow, thorough blow job with Lauren in the cuffs.
Tempting.
Very tempting. It was exactly what he should do, avoid the connection of being inside her, feeling her open to him in every sense of the word. But he wanted the visceral satisfaction of feeling her hot and wet, quivering around him, so he lifted his hips to extract his wallet from his pocket, then opened it and pulled out a condom. “Let’s test your endurance.”
She waited docilely, watching in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt, popped open the button fly on his cargo pants, and pushed them down his hips. He rucked up his shirt and smoothed the condom down his shaft.
He’d undressed the bare minimum to get serviced while she stood stark naked except for red leather cuffs and her hair, and it didn’t feel right. After a moment he pulled his shirt over his head, watched her mouth slacken a little, her gaze soften.
“Turn around.” She did, waited again while he looked up and down the length of her back. “Look over your shoulder.”
Again, she obeyed, eyelids fluttering when she did. Her shoulder blades jutted like bird wings over the length of
Opening her eyes just a little she saw her breasts quivering with her rapid pulse, her abdomen rising and falling under Ty’s arm. Ribbons of electric heat fluttered along her nerves; her nipplesthrobbed in the cool, dark air of the bedroom. Her clit fluttered under his motionless finger, and her thighs trembled from exertion.
She opened her eyes a little wider and met his gaze in the mirror. Pure male satisfaction simmered behind those dark eyes, but then his cock pulsed and shifted under her ass.
“Time to get mine.”
* * *
The sight of Lauren Kincaid sprawled on his lap, gleaming and disheveled after a breathlessly powerful orgasm, sent a disquieting mix of emotions cascading through Ty. He liked watching this confident, assured, collected woman splinter into shards under his hands, but that felt too much like a connection, so he pushed it aside for a simple, base dilemma. Should he continue this torturously arousing game, or situate her on her knees on the bed with her face in the sheets, and fuck her until he exploded deep inside her?
This wouldn’t last more than the next couple of weeks. There would be plenty of time for quick, anonymous fucks when this was over.
He reached up and smoothed her hair back from her face, then laid his palm flat between her shoulder blades and pushed her to her feet. “I thought these shorts all came with PINK on the ass,” he said as he pushed them down her long legs.
A breath of a laugh huffed from her. “I am not the kind of woman who goes around with derogatory slang for female genitalia on my butt.”
She wasn’t. There was nothing little girl-ish about her sexuality, what she wanted, how she responded, and that was part of the problem, but his cock had more pressing needs than labeling Lauren Kincaid or the way possibilities opened up around her. He wanted her completely naked, so he unclipped the snap hook, pulled her top to the floor, then refastened it. His gaze leisurely examined herbody, the sexily toned curve of breast and hip, the trimmed thatch of hair between her thighs, the lean muscles of her legs. His fingertips trailed down her abdomen, brushed her damp curls, then traced the line of her right quad. She looked down, away, then back at him, as if she’d never watched arousal build in her body, watched it shimmer and dance between her and the man in her bed. Her hesitation made him want to take his time. Show her something about herself.
“You a runner?” She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen, lips parted. He looked at it and mentally added another possibility to his list: a slow, thorough blow job with Lauren in the cuffs.
Tempting.
Very tempting. It was exactly what he should do, avoid the connection of being inside her, feeling her open to him in every sense of the word. But he wanted the visceral satisfaction of feeling her hot and wet, quivering around him, so he lifted his hips to extract his wallet from his pocket, then opened it and pulled out a condom. “Let’s test your endurance.”
She waited docilely, watching in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt, popped open the button fly on his cargo pants, and pushed them down his hips. He rucked up his shirt and smoothed the condom down his shaft.
He’d undressed the bare minimum to get serviced while she stood stark naked except for red leather cuffs and her hair, and it didn’t feel right. After a moment he pulled his shirt over his head, watched her mouth slacken a little, her gaze soften.
“Turn around.” She did, waited again while he looked up and down the length of her back. “Look over your shoulder.”
Again, she obeyed, eyelids fluttering when she did. Her shoulder blades jutted like bird wings over the length of
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