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before he gave her the full wolfish grin.
Now, he did look remarkably like the wolf she thought he was.
“Good,” he said and brushed the back of his hand over her pebbled nipple. “For a minute there, I thought I was the only one feeling like this. It’s good to know I’m not alone.”
“Would it make a difference if I told you I don’t always respond to my body’s demands?” She couldn’t resist goading him.
“No.” He sniffed the air. “Not at the moment.”
“Just no?” She expected the man to be arrogant. On one hand, it pissed her off just a little. On the other, arrogance seemed downright sexy on him. “Not now?”
“Well, part of me is relieved to know you’re discriminating…”
Her breasts ached for his touch, and her nipples tingled, waiting for more. “And…the other part?” She bit her lower lip, refusing to look at the other part.
He stepped into the tub and paused, his cock at her eye level, so long and thick she couldn’t miss the outline of his crown detailed through the material. “Guess.”
“Oh, I s-see.”
Rourke didn’t move, but his cock twitched beneath his shorts as he hardened. She studied his erection and realized she had to force her eyes away from the tempting bulge.
Her gaze rose, slowly, reluctantly. “You believe I can be persuaded?” she asked. Her eyes stopped at his neck. She dared not look at his eyes this time. Instead, maybe it was a mistake. She took in every detail of his broad shoulders. Next, her attention sank lower to his amazing chest. The thick muscles there were beautifully defined. She wanted to trace her fingers over them, to touch his tight male nipples, puckering under her scrutiny, tightly beaded and aroused. The dark hair sprinkling his chest trailed down his abdomen, slipping beneath the bathing suit he wore and pointed straight to the huge bulge. Yes, she wanted to touch him there, too. She inhaled.
“Good, then you get my intention.” He ran a hand across his tight abs and lowered them until he stopped the downward path and moved it to his hip.
Arrogant bastard. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. “Hard to miss.” Oh, God, no pun intended.
He chuckled and cupped his balls. “Tell me I haven’t misunderstood yours.”
She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed hard. Her mouth was so dry she did it again. What would touching him feel like? What would tasting him be like? His cock jerked under her scrutiny.
She was too distracted by her own imagination to see his reaction to her until he touched her face.
“Answer me. Have I misread you?” He tilted her chin up and looked deep into her eyes as if searching there for answers to all his questions.
Not realizing she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled. Her voice sounded different, raspy, when she finally answered. “No.”
He tilted his head. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he brushed his thumb across her lower lip, forcing her to part her lips slightly. “Good.”
The temperature in the hot tub suddenly felt like it soared ten degrees, melting her from the inside out. Her pussy clenched. Her inner core anxiously wept the fluid heat, readying her feminine folds for him. Oh, how she needed his lips on hers, his mouth and hands roaming over her skin, exploring her body.
He leaned down and licked her lower lip, nipped at it, and brushed his lips over hers as if he’d read her mind. “I don’t know why I’m so desperate to be inside you, but I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get to bury myself in your hot, wet core.”
He pulled her up and out of the water, drawing her body against his. The feel of his silken skin over steeled muscle tantalized her as he pressed her body against his, grinding her along his raging erection.
The sound he made, low, deep, and sexual, was one of pleasure and pain, reminding her of a delight she’d never known. She wanted to be naked, needed the skin-to-skin contact, longed for his caress, and desperately wanted his
Now, he did look remarkably like the wolf she thought he was.
“Good,” he said and brushed the back of his hand over her pebbled nipple. “For a minute there, I thought I was the only one feeling like this. It’s good to know I’m not alone.”
“Would it make a difference if I told you I don’t always respond to my body’s demands?” She couldn’t resist goading him.
“No.” He sniffed the air. “Not at the moment.”
“Just no?” She expected the man to be arrogant. On one hand, it pissed her off just a little. On the other, arrogance seemed downright sexy on him. “Not now?”
“Well, part of me is relieved to know you’re discriminating…”
Her breasts ached for his touch, and her nipples tingled, waiting for more. “And…the other part?” She bit her lower lip, refusing to look at the other part.
He stepped into the tub and paused, his cock at her eye level, so long and thick she couldn’t miss the outline of his crown detailed through the material. “Guess.”
“Oh, I s-see.”
Rourke didn’t move, but his cock twitched beneath his shorts as he hardened. She studied his erection and realized she had to force her eyes away from the tempting bulge.
Her gaze rose, slowly, reluctantly. “You believe I can be persuaded?” she asked. Her eyes stopped at his neck. She dared not look at his eyes this time. Instead, maybe it was a mistake. She took in every detail of his broad shoulders. Next, her attention sank lower to his amazing chest. The thick muscles there were beautifully defined. She wanted to trace her fingers over them, to touch his tight male nipples, puckering under her scrutiny, tightly beaded and aroused. The dark hair sprinkling his chest trailed down his abdomen, slipping beneath the bathing suit he wore and pointed straight to the huge bulge. Yes, she wanted to touch him there, too. She inhaled.
“Good, then you get my intention.” He ran a hand across his tight abs and lowered them until he stopped the downward path and moved it to his hip.
Arrogant bastard. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. “Hard to miss.” Oh, God, no pun intended.
He chuckled and cupped his balls. “Tell me I haven’t misunderstood yours.”
She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed hard. Her mouth was so dry she did it again. What would touching him feel like? What would tasting him be like? His cock jerked under her scrutiny.
She was too distracted by her own imagination to see his reaction to her until he touched her face.
“Answer me. Have I misread you?” He tilted her chin up and looked deep into her eyes as if searching there for answers to all his questions.
Not realizing she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled. Her voice sounded different, raspy, when she finally answered. “No.”
He tilted his head. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he brushed his thumb across her lower lip, forcing her to part her lips slightly. “Good.”
The temperature in the hot tub suddenly felt like it soared ten degrees, melting her from the inside out. Her pussy clenched. Her inner core anxiously wept the fluid heat, readying her feminine folds for him. Oh, how she needed his lips on hers, his mouth and hands roaming over her skin, exploring her body.
He leaned down and licked her lower lip, nipped at it, and brushed his lips over hers as if he’d read her mind. “I don’t know why I’m so desperate to be inside you, but I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get to bury myself in your hot, wet core.”
He pulled her up and out of the water, drawing her body against his. The feel of his silken skin over steeled muscle tantalized her as he pressed her body against his, grinding her along his raging erection.
The sound he made, low, deep, and sexual, was one of pleasure and pain, reminding her of a delight she’d never known. She wanted to be naked, needed the skin-to-skin contact, longed for his caress, and desperately wanted his
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