His voice vibrated with that heat as he responded. “We’ll both know when we’re even.” Confidence was clear in more than his words, it showed in his actions as he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
Oh, mama, did Nicole get an eyeful of perfection. Constantine’s light brown, sun-kissed coloring somehow emphasized the rippling, absolutely drool-worthy abs he possessed. Six-pack be damned. The man had an eight-pack. And nice pecs, too, with just the right amount of hair sprinkled around dark, flat nipples.
But the most arousing feature Constantine possessed thus far was the perfect line of hair seductively trailing downward and breaking at the depth of his inverted navel. It then continued lower until it disappeared into his jeans, a road map to sin and sensation she couldn’t wait to explore.
Heat pooled between her legs, arousal radiating through every nerve ending in her body. She was wet and not from the rain. Wet from wanting. A want that had started a week ago when she’d met Constantine, but which had never been fully realized, or fulfilled.
Her gaze slowly slid back up that delicious path of hair. “Finish,” she ordered, her voice far more affected than she would have liked it to have been.
“Whatever you want,” he said, reaching for the top of his jeans.
“Remember that,” she commented, thinking the list of wants was likely to be a long one at this rate. She wanted and wanted. Then, wanted some more. On top. On the bottom. Sitting. Standing. But not yet. Not until she’d tortured him as he had her. Not until that scoreboard was nice and even.
The zipper of his jeans slid down as she impatiently waited for all to be revealed. Unfortunately, he took a short detour, bending down and taking off his boots and socks. That had to be done, she reluctantly admitted, feeling impatient for her prize—a good look at Constantine in the raw.
When finally the denim slid away from his long limbs, so did the boxers. They came off in a swish of movement, leaving nothing but sinfully naked skin and amazing male perfection. Constantine stood before her, his cock jutting forward and all six foot plus inches of taut, mouthwatering muscle—the kind that came from dedicated hours in a gym.
Biting her bottom lip, Nicole debated. Crawl right on over and give him a lick or stand up and do a nice, visual walk around, check out that tight, now naked, ass of his. He deserved to wait for her mouth. Too bad that meant she had to wait, too.
She stood up and quickly made her way behind him. He started to turn. Nicole grabbed his hips. “Don’t even think about it. This is my show right now.”
“We’d both enjoy this more if you were naked, too.”
“I’m enjoying myself just fine,” she murmured, one palm gliding over the contour of one firm butt cheek. Damn, it was nice. Tight. Muscular. Her brain went wild with more images: him on top, a mirror overhead, an exquisite view of his body as he pumped into her. Her sex clenched, her body needy for satisfaction. She settled for more exploration, palming the other cheek of that fine ass and then sliding her hands over the back of his upper thighs.
“You are enjoying yourself, Constantine,” she purred, scooting closer to him, her fingers skimming his waist, teasing low on his stomach, taunting him with how near her hands were to his erection. “Aren’t you?” Her teeth scraped his shoulder.
“You’re killing me and you know it,” he responded, his voice raspy with need.
“Am I?” Nicole questioned in mock innocence, moving her hands from his stomach and walking around to face him. Her eyes locked with his as she refused to look at his cock. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
“Take your clothes off.” It was a command.
“No.” She smiled seductively. “I’m sure I can soothe your needs some other way, though.”
Taking a step forward, she brought his hard length to her immediate left, careful not to touch it with any part of her body. She slid one hand through that dark sprinkle of hair on his chest.
He reached for her and she smacked him away. “No. Don’t make me tie you up. I’m sure you have the tools here in your well-stocked hideout.”
She scraped his nipple with her fingernail. Constantine sucked in a soft breath, staring at her through heavy-lidded, passion-filled eyes as he vowed revenge. “I’m going to make you pay for this later.”
Something told her she’d enjoy paying the price for her behavior, but she kept that as her secret. “That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you, considering you brought this on yourself.”
“I never claimed to be a gentleman, now did I?”
Her lips pursed. “True enough,” she agreed, her fingers exploring the muscular contours of his chest before caressing their way to his stomach and brushing the dark hair of his pelvis area. “But then, I’m not exactly the girl next door, either.”