Page 62 of Reflex

“It works for me.”Warm breath tickled the side of his neck as she rested her head upon his shoulder.“I’m not moving.”

“Yeah, but… I think you should.”

“Okay.”Smiling, she rocked her hips, wrenching a groan from him.

“Alle, that’s not what I meant.”

The minx grinned.“It feels nice, though, doesn’t it?”

Nice wasn’t precisely the word he’d have used.“Alle.”

“I’m barely moving.”

Admittedly, itwasa very subtle movement she was making.It could almost be the normal motion of breathing, except it nudged the lips of her slit into direct contact with his hard-on.What had been a semi was now painfully erect.

“You’re fucking evil.”

She sniggered into his shoulder blade.Her limbs were still lethargic and relaxed.“Why, am I turning you on?”

What she was doing was insidious.

Her lips made contact with the side of his neck.“So send me back to bed with a sore arse, if you don’t like it.”

“Not happening.”His hand burned with the need to slap her churning arse.Her movements had lost their subtlety and were now deliberate, firm, intoxicating.He groaned despite himself.

“Do I need to give you a safe word?”She nicked his earlobe with her teeth.“In case it gets too much for you.”

“You are too much for me.”

“No, I’m exactly the right amount.You’re too sexy to waste.Monks can be celibate.Priests.Mystics.Men who are so hot they make you want to tear their clothes off and do wild and wicked things with them don’t get to keep their goodies to themselves.They have to share.It’s a universal law of the new feminist universe.”

“I thought feminists believed in autonomy.”

“Yeah, but not on Thursdays.”

“Ah.”

“Dammit, Spook.You feel good.You smell good too.”She burrowed her nose further into his skin.“I think I like you a little bit sweaty.”He was definitely that.The cold sweat of his nocturnal wanderings still coated his skin.

“I just like you,” he admitted, finding a smile, despite the conniptions she was giving him.There was nothing but a single jersey barrier between them, which he already knew without looking would have darkened in colour from light grey to slate where their bodies were meeting.She’d gone beyond simply turning him on.He was leaking.

“Oh.”Her lips widened as the crown of his cock butted right up against her entrance with only the stretchy fabric holding them in check.It’d be too easy to drag that barrier aside and plunge right into her.

So very, very, easy.

Suddenly, the feathery light kisses she was pressing to his neck weren’t feathery any more, but demanding.Her fingers tangled in his hair.Then they were skirting over his abs, teasing his nipples.Only when she ventured as far as tweaking the waistband of his lounge pants did he slap her hand away.What they were already doing was torment enough.Although that didn’t stop his hips punching upwards seeking out further contact.

“I love the sounds you make when you’re struggling,” she said.“They make me want to do dirty things to you.I know you’d punish me for it afterwards, but I figure, we’d both get a lot of satisfaction out of that.”

“Maybe,” he admitted.“We’re not going there, though.”

“Spoilsport.”She said it playfully, but he knew there was genuine disappointment mingled in there too.

It hurt him to admit he was letting her down, and hell, torturing himself in the process.Of course he wanted her.His cock was twitching with the need to feel her heat.

“You have to give me time, Alle.If it’s going to work between us.I need to set the pace.”

“Mm,” she sighed into his mouth.“I’m good with that.Nothing’s going in.I get it.I’m not getting off you until I’ve got you off though.”