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She circled around to the front, her eyes wide and wicked, raking down his body until they landed on the black jockstrap stretched across his hips.
Fuck.Her breathing deepened, lifting her breasts in a steady rise and fall, flush sweeping across her body.
He was confused. It was underwear. It was the basic kind, nothing fancy, but under Grace’s gaze, it felt like something else entirely. The elastic hugged his waist in a thick, cross-backed X pattern, dipping low over his hips and cradling the full weight of him in black mesh.
The pouch was tight. Supportive. But the second her eyes darkened and her tongue grazed the corner of her lip, it became the most erotic thing he’d ever worn.
She circled him slowly, her hand brushing the band.
“Oh myGod,Nash.” Her voice was thick, sultry. “It’s sinful. That is one sexy, indecent rig.”
He swallowed, his throat dry. “It’s not indecent, Grace. I don’t,Ya Allah, I don’t run around in public with it. It’s for support. For exercise.”
She bit her lip and looked up at him with something wild in her eyes. “It’s doing agreatjob,” she whispered. Then she slipped her hand beneath the band, and hestoppedbreathing.
Her finger trailed slowly, teasingly, under the elastic, across his lower back, down toward the curve of his ass, and then shesnappedit lightly against his skin.
Hegrunted, hips jerking forward. “Grace…”
She laughed softly, circling back behind him. “I need to see the back again…yeah,hotter.”
Her hands were back over the globes of his butt, and they slipped around his hips, pulling him flush against her body. Then her mouth returned to his shoulder, her kisses warm and open andwet.
His fists clenched. Her touch jacked him up, sensual and sweet, worshipful and rough. She wasn’t just touching him. She waslearninghim, and it didn’t have anything to do with research.
Her hands slid forward again, over the edge of the jockstrap. Across the planes of his stomach. Up over the center of his chest. He flexed, every inch of muscle tightening as she traced him, like a queen taking stock of her protective knight.
She made a soft sound in her throat. The kind of sound that saidyou’re mine now.Nash had never wanted tobeanyone’s before. But with her? He wasalreadylost.
Her flat palms brushed his nipples, and he groaned, his head dropping back. One hand trailed against his jaw, her mouth teasing him with a tantalizing brush. Pinching one aching nub, the jolt of sensation fired straight to his groin. His cock surged, straining against the mesh pouch, already wet at the tip. The fabric couldn’t contain him. He was too hard. Toofull.
She moved back in front of him. He closed his eyes, trying to hold the line, but with the way she looked at him,touchedhim, he was barely keeping it together.
She placed her hand on his chest, her gaze molten and direct. “I want to know everything about you, Nash,” she said softly. Then she looked down, slow and deliberate, and dragged her fingers down the length of him, stopping at the top of the pouch.
His breath hitched. His hips flexed. Her hand slid lower andcuppedhim, slow, firm, exploring.
“Even this,” she whispered.
He groaned. A harsh, broken sound, his body bowing toward her hot touch.
“Grace…” he whispered. “Please?—”
She stepped closer. Pressed her face to his throat. Her hand stayed between his legs, palm heavy and sure, squeezing him through the mesh, making his ballsache.
She fondled him, gently, then greedily. Exploring his size, his weight, hisvulnerability. Her fingers dipped lower, running under the strap again, teasing the edges of him, rolling his sack in her palm.
He waspantingnow. Her breath hit his neck as she kissed him there, warm and firm.
“You like this?” she murmured.
He gave a strained nod. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Too much.”
She smiled against his skin, then whispered, “Good.” She dropped to her knees, pulling the jockstrap down, inch by inch, with torturous precision.
Her breath caught when he sprang free. Hard, thick, open, helpless to anything she chose to do to him. Her mouth parted. He swore, one trembling hand fisting at his side. She looked up at him, and then, smiling like sin,she blew on him.
Just once. Just enough to make himjerk.