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‘Okay.’ She paused. ‘You’re really...’
‘Turned on?’
He was. He very much was. And she wassohot. ‘It’s been a full two weeks since we... That’s not what you’re used to. Of course you must be feeling frustrated,’ she muttered.
‘It’s you I want to feel.’
She shook her head. He was a virile man, that was all.
He huffed a little laugh. ‘How can you not believe me?’ He drew in a deep breath. ‘Seeing is believing.Feelingfor yourself might be even better.’
Oh. ‘You want me to—’
‘Do whatever you want with me,’ he said with exaggerated patience. ‘Any time you like. I’m clearlyreadyfor whatever, whenever you are.’
He certainly was. Skylar inhaled another deep breath and released it slowly, determined to get a hold of herself. This was anopportunityand she was going to make the most of it.
‘You’re saying I can do anything?’ she asked innocently, lifting her chin. ‘You want a safe word?’
His jaw dropped.
‘Stopshould suffice, don’t you think?’ she added.
He just stayed there staring at her. She smiled happily. She’d rendered him speechless. There was a first. Confidence trickled into her veins. There was no denying he was hot for her. Which was really, really good.
‘Do you think you could sit down?’ she muttered. ‘You’re too tall for me to—’
‘Chair? Sofa? Bed?’
Bed was too far away. ‘Sofa.’
He took position in the centre of the large sofa and looked up at her as she stood in front of him, his cheeks slightly flushed. She’d spent so long watching for him—waiting—and now he was before her, naked. Willing to do whatever she wanted. She really didn’t know where to start.
But then...then, she did. She knew what she wanted. She stepped forward and straddled him, a knee either side of his thighs. Right on his lap. His lips parted but he said nothing. She smiled and put the packet of protection beside them. It was time to touch. Just the lightest brush of her fingertips down his chest. Goose bumps lifted on his skin. His nipples tightened. Unable to resist the urge, she leaned forward and licked one.
‘Okay, Skylar.’ He stretched his arms wide along the back of the sofa and gripped the leather in his fists. ‘Okay.’ His breathing shortened. ‘This is your game, sweetheart...you take the lead. I’m not...not going to interfere.’
She smiled, unsure if he was telling her that again or reminding himself of his mission. And frankly, she stillwantedhim to interfere. So maybe she was going to have to make him. She glided her hands further over his hot, fit body. Couldn’t resist leaning closer, breathing in his heat and scent, trailing her fingertips up the side of his neck to his jaw.
‘You smell nice,’ she murmured. ‘And you’ve shaved.’
‘Yeah,’ he muttered. ‘Thought I ought to in case you wanted me to kiss you in some...uh...sensitive areas.’
She stared into his eyes, her brain shorting at the image he’d just put in her head. ‘I appreciate your consideration.’
He swallowed. Hard. ‘I was happy to make the effort for you.’
Oh. He was tricky. She slid her hand back down his chest and felt the thump of his heart. It was fast and his skin was more than warm to the touch now—a sheen of sweat glistened on him. She slid her hand lower. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Actually, I’m not sure my lungs are working properly,’ he muttered. ‘It’s getting quite hard to breathe.’
Pleasure and power surged. Even if it were only right now and only physical, hewantedher. A lot. ‘You might need a little mouth-to-mouth?’
‘You think it might help?’ His smile lifted.
She chuckled too, a different kind of warmth adding to her molten temperature. She pressed her mouth gently to his. It rushed back on her—this silken, sudden delight, and she remembered the total pleasure of tangling like this with him. The heat they generated together.
Detonation all over again. Suddenly there was no restraint within her. Her touch firmed, teasing, testing—getting to know the indentations of his body—the firm muscle stretched over long bones. Then she swept lower, seeking out his most sensitive areas—stroking, teasing,tasting.