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When her hands raked down the back of Mike’s neck, scoring his flesh with trails of pure fire, Mike couldn’t hold back any longer. He drew away from her mouth—even though it was a heaven he was eager to continue memorizing—then leaned over and bit one earlobe before licking and nipping down the soft skin of her throat until he reached her collarbone.
“Tell me to stop,” he gruffed.
“Hulk, no,” she hissed, leaning back to give him better access.
Permission granted.
Mike didn’t hesitate. He hooked his fingers into the neckline of her shirt and yanked it down, revealing one perfect orb encased in…virginal white lace.
Now he groaned.
The pulse-beat in his cock matched the elevated rhythm of Elle’s heart under his questing nose, as he used his teeth to pull the material down over one abundant, pillow of flesh, until a ripe, cherry red nipple popped out.
“Mine,” he growled. A proprietary lust he didn’t know he had within him took over. He sucked the eager bud into his mouth, applying increasing pressure as he trapped the precious pearl between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The small part of his brain that was still coherent, told him that she could probably take a lot of compression; that she liked things a little rough.
Mike willingly tested his theory, engaging his teeth to win a gasp of pleasure from Elle, and a thrust of her chest in his direction.
“You want more?” he snarled around her nipple.
“Yesss.” Her hands went once more to the back of his bald pate, pressing him closer.
His fingers found the top of her bra, and he hauled the whole thing down until it rested underneath both ample breasts. He proceeded to lathe one fine protrusion with his mouth while he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Her appreciation was given in a series of short gasps and ardent mews. He continued loving the swelling pair until he felt Elle’s hand at the button to his pants.
Goddammit.
He wanted what she offered, but…
Slowly and silently, he began softening his assault as he gently lifted her fingers from his zipper.
This was neither the time nor the place to have sex, as much as his cock wanted to bury itself deep inside the woman’s willing pussy. Mike was sweaty. Elle was injured. And if he knew anything about his team, because the woman in his arms was a dubious stranger, if he wasn’t back within ten minutes, a rescue party would be deployed.
He gave one last, longing kiss to each of her pert peaks, then lifted her bra back into place with a sigh.
“Putting a stop to things, huh?” she managed roughly, blowing a large, frustrated breath from between semi-amused lips.
“Unless you’d like an audience,” he countered, attempting, but not quite managing to smooth out the stretched neck of her T-shirt.
“I’m pretty adventurous,” she briefed him. “But I’ve never been into public sex.”
Mike blew out a relieved breath. “Me, either,” he admitted. “Although with you, I can easily see myself losing my mind regarding when and where things happen.”
“Same,” Elle admitted, straightening up from the rock wall behind her to tug her clothes into exactly the right position. “So is…this,” she swept a hand between the two of them, “what you wanted to talk about?”
“Nope. But I had hopes it would be part of our agenda,” he admitted, his grin growing wide. “I was really just going to ask why you kissed me before, by my truck. It was something I certainly hadn’t expected.”
Elle shrugged, her smile growing easier. “I sort of developed a crush on you when I saw you at the gym. I thought it was hot, how easily you took down those two idiots without breaking a sweat.”
“Phht,” Mike scoffed. “They were too soft.”
“I know. But I couldn’t help fantasizing about getting you on the mats and seeing what we could do. Together.” The spark in her eyes hadn’t diminished one bit after their make-out session. Indeed, her gaze seemed even more incendiary. Her sex drive was clearly off the charts; at least according to his limited experience. Mike licked his lips. He wondered how many times Elle needed to orgasm before she was sated. His guess was, more than once. And he fancied himself up for the job.
Mike, almost too lost in his daydream, replayed her previously stated admission, and didn’t hesitate to admit he’d envisioned something similar. “Me, too. The minute I saw you watching, I was drawn in by everything about you. When you were leaving, I wanted to yell out; get you to stay.” He was about to admit even more. “Once you disappeared, I finished up as quickly as possible, hoping you’d still be hanging around somewhere close. But when I couldn’t find you, I was ridiculously disappointed. I thought I’d never see you again.”
She practically purred, like a cat licking cream.
Mike continued. “Cisco, who’s a player by the way, saw you leaving the gym, and actually caught that the car you were driving has a rental plate. Which made me even unhappier, because I knew you were only in town, temporarily. But I wasn’t going to give up. I, um, might have had my some of my crew in the area watching out for your vehicle.”