was hard and growing harder by the second. Tilting her hips, she pressed him into her. “You were saying?”
His eyes had darkened, and he dropped his hips a little and rocked against her. She caught her breath, pleasure rolling through her. “I was?” He leaned down to brush his lips against hers. “What was that then?”
She lifted a hand off his ass and brought it down with a smack. “I just wondered if you wanted to still keep doing those boring exercises, or did you want to put your mouth to better use?” She licked up his jaw and groaned. “If you prefer, I can put my mouth to better use.”
He groaned, body tight with tension, and she smiled. Unlike the last couple of times they’d had sex, he was more open, relaxed almost. Instead of immediately taking control, he simply held himself still. Taking the opportunity, she tugged at his T-shirt, helping him pull it over his head. Unable to help herself, she sucked in a breath as his hard, toned body was revealed. But before, she could only look...he never let her touch. Now, though, he didn’t stop her when she stroked her hands over all that satin-covered muscle.
Silence reigned, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing. Pushing gently, she urged him onto his back and rolled with him, straddling him.
“So what’s it going to be, big guy?” She trailed a finger down his chest, loving the way his muscles shifted under her touch. “Want to get my mouth better acquainted with your body? Preferably…” She grinned, eyeing the low riding sweats, “…your lower body.”
His hands smoothed over her ample hips, strong fingers digging into her thighs—a little hint of how much she affected him, if the thick bar of his cock between them wasn’t enough indication. “It seems I’m at your mercy,” he rumbled in a low voice.
She smiled in delight. That was the kind of stuff she liked to hear. She’d noticed from the first moment that he liked being in control, so this was quite a change of events. Not that she didn’t love him having his way with her, but it was nice to play the one in charge once in a while.
Sitting back, she looked down at him and allowed her gaze to rove over his body. All hers, to do with as she wanted. It was a heady feeling. Reaching out, she traced a scar, one of the many imperfections that marred his skin but that somehow belonged there, adding to the perfection of the beautiful male animal beneath her.
“Knife.” His voice was so soft she almost couldn’t hear him. Her eyes widened, and she leaned down to place a gentle kiss over the mark. Sitting up, she touched another mark on the side of his ribcage. “Bullet.” Another kiss but this time she didn’t lift up.
Instead, she feathered kisses across his torso until she reached his nipple. Her lips closed around it to suckle gently, and he groaned. His hands drove into her hair, his body bunched beneath her as he held her in place.
She did it again, loving his soft groan every time she sucked. His skin was hot and smooth, almost vibrating under her lips. Licking her way down his abs, she smiled to herself when he inhaled sharply at her tiny bites. She glanced up and met his gaze.
“Sorry,” she said, not really apologizing. “You taste good.”
“No apologies,” he rasped, sliding a big hand through the loosened strands of her hair. “Do it more.”
She moved down his body, rubbing her breasts on his legs on her way. When she got down to his hips, she grinned at the tent in his pants. “Is that a gun in your pants, or are you happy to see me?”
He watched her as she tucked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his sweats, his eyes blazing with arctic heat. “Sweetheart, if I was any happier to see you, you’d be naked and screaming under me already.”
She pulled on his pants, watching his body stiffen as she dragged the material down his legs. Another scar on his hip caught her attention. She didn’t think. She lowered her head to the scar,
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