Page 74 of Blood in the Water

“Ten years of gymnastics.” My heart raced, and my pulse pounded in my ears. “And the movies.”

Every nerve ending in my body fired on all cylinders. Adrenaline, mixed with his body underneath mine, had me short-circuiting. My field of vision narrowed—shutting out the background of the gym and the distant knowledge that Ciel was working somewhere on the floor above us.

The only thing that mattered was Wynn, the energy surging through my body, and the growing arousal between my legs.

Wynn looked up at me, eyes full of desire, and once again, that intimate feeling of power came over me. Not like spoiled princess, stomp-my-foot power. Like I could make the entire world bow before me kind of power.

If this feeling—and the men who made me feel this way—weren’t a drug, I had no idea what was.

And I was quickly on my way to becoming an addict.

Heat flushed through me as I sank against his hips. My hesitation at the thought of anything physical fucking up our entire relationship was nowhere to be found.

“Leona,” he whispered. His body was all corded muscle and deadly grace beneath me.

Except for Cas’s kiss, I had never beensoturned on. Was it the feeling of power making me feel drunk on lust? The knowledge that I had taken down—even briefly, and only because he was going ridiculously easy on me—one of the most powerful men in the world?

Or was it a direct result of the way he looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right there on the mat in the middle of the gym?

His fingers drew small circles slowly up my legs before he gently pushed underneath the fabric of the athletic shorts. My breath hitched when his hand grazed over my bare ass. He froze, nostrils flaring, eyes going molten.

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

“I told you, I need clothes,” I said as I leaned over him further, pushing my boobs against his chest. I had no idea what had come over me besides this wave ofneed. Want. Wynn was the only way I could get it.

He locked one hand around my waist and flipped us again, but this time he caged me in as he settled between my legs. The pressure sent another wave of delicious heat directly to my pussy.

He moved up my thigh again, teasing the soft skin where my leg connected to my hip. His fingers, slightly rough with calluses, gripped my butt cheek, yanking me up against the erection I could feel straining against his clothes.

I groaned, arching into him, as his weight pressed me harder against the mat. God, I was about to combust.

“I don’t know that I want to buy you any clothes,” he murmured, ducking his head to trace his nose along my exposed neck. My toes curled, my nipples peaked under my shirt. “I think I might rescind that offer. You can live in my clothes.”

Shivers flared down my spine as his lips kissed my collarbone. I squeaked when his teeth nipped, my entire body flushing at the sensation.

“Wynn,” I breathed as my fingers found his cheeks to direct his face up to mine as I crashed my mouth against his.

His lips devoured me in a frenzy, tongue pushing against mine like we were once again in a sparring match. But this time, I had no desire to win. I just wanted tofeel. I let him take control, deepening the kiss.

“Shit,” he whispered against my cheek as we broke for a moment of air. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first night we met.”

That feeling of power surged through me again, knowingIfrazzled his nerves just as he frazzled mine.

I smiled. “Glad to hear it wasn’t just me, then.”

His lips found mine once more, this time a little less hurried. It was a little more exploratory, drawing out little moans and movements. Every kiss he’d pair with a movement of his hips, rubbing against me and slowly growing that need for release. He’d listen for what drove me crazy and then dial in his attentionright there.

We were like horny teenagers humping over our clothes, but God, if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. It wasintoxicatingto know that the only thing that separated me from the hard length of him was a flimsy piece of shorts. At any moment, he could yank it away and sink inside.

The toys in my bedside table were nothing compared to the feel of his dick pressing against me.

He pulled down the elastic of my shorts and ducked his hand inside, walking his fingers one at a time, lower and lower.

“Wynn,” I whimpered as his fingers slid down the mound of my pubic bone and through the slickness that already dripped from me.

“Fuck, you’resoaked.”

His thumb pressed against my clit as his middle finger slowly circled my entrance, teasing just around the edges and driving me faster and faster toward the edge of a cliff. He took my lips in another deep kiss as he pushed inside, capturing my moans with this tongue.