He quivered, like a tiger ready to pounce, as her fingertip touched his pectoral muscle, but he didn
’t move, giving her the sharp burst of courage she so desperately needed.
Her short, neatly trimmed fingernail trailed across his chest and traced the line of hair down his six-pack. But then she spotted the powerful erection already stretching his jogging shorts and gasped.
He swore softly and hauled her against him. ‘Enough of that, you little tease.’
His wet chest dampened the front of her dress, and she shivered despite the heat coursing through her body.
‘It’s my turn now,’ he rasped.
Before she could guess his intent, he stepped back, bent over and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
‘What are you doing?’ The scent of seawater and man engulfed her as he marched through the kitchen and down the hallway. ‘Put me down. I haven’t finished my turn yet,’ she said, wriggling like crazy as her midriff bounced on the broad shelf of his shoulder.
‘Tough,’ he said, anchoring her legs with one arm across the backs of her knees. ‘You were taking too long.’
His comical frustration had a laugh popping out of her mouth, the heady rush of arousal making her dizzy. He kicked open his bedroom door and dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed.
‘So you think that’s funny, do you?’ he snarled, caging her in as she scrambled up.
He looked so handsome and so determined, excitement gushed and pulsed under her skin.
‘Hilarious actually,’ she teased as he grabbed her ankle. Who knew flirting could be this much fun?
‘That’s it,’ he declared as he hauled her down the bed and settled over her. ‘You are so going to pay for that.’
His mouth covered hers, the kiss going straight from playful to punishing. She ran her fingers through his wet silky hair as he pinned her to the mattress.
He tore his mouth away first. ‘Let’s get naked before we explode.’
‘O-okay,’ she stammered.
He grappled with her dress, cursing as he fumbled with the zip, while she gripped the waistband of his shorts, letting instinct take over as she struggled to pull the clinging fabric down flanks knotted with muscle.
His erection sprang out, thick and long and impossibly hard. Her eyes widened and she bit into her bottom lip. Goodness, had it got bigger?
He lifted her face to his. ‘Don’t panic. I won’t hurt you.’
‘I’m not worried,’ she said, and knew she wasn’t. What she was was fascinated. ‘Can I touch it?’ she asked, feeling foolish when his eyebrows shot up.
He choked out a laugh. ‘I told you. You’ve my permission to help yourself to anything you like.’
‘I want to touch it, without you touching me.’ It was a bold request. But she knew she’d get sidetracked if she let him caress her. And she wanted to explore his beautiful body, and revel in her newfound power, without fear of interruptions.
He swore softly, then flopped back on the bed and folded his arms behind his head. ‘All right. You’ve about a minute. But be gentle now, I’m close enough to the edge already.’
She still wore her bra and panties, which made her feel even more powerful as she studied him. Everything about him was so incredibly gorgeous—and his naked body was entirely at her disposal. She followed the sprinkling of hair, which curled on the slabs of muscle defining his chest, then thinned to a line down his abdomen. Finally her gaze rested on his magnificent erection. She took her time assessing the rigid evidence of how much he wanted her. And only her.
Heat pounded at her core.
He shifted. ‘I hate to rush you,’ he murmured, his voice gruff, ‘but I’ve so little blood left in my brain I’m about to pass out.’
She giggled, the feeling of power making her light-headed. To have him at her mercy was more of a thrill than she could ever have imagined.
She touched the head of his erection. At his sharp intake of breath she glanced up to see heavy-lidded eyes watching her and waiting. Unable to hold back a moment longer, she circled him and drew her fingers down the swollen length.
He hissed and his flesh bobbed violently.