Page 56 of Takes Two to Tango

"Shower?"

"No,'' she said. "Bed."

He grinned. "I'll have to buy you a new dress and myself some new sheets."

She gave him a mysterious smile. One that was part Mona Lisa, part devil. "It'll be worth it. I promise."

"Damn," he breathed as she turned and headed for his room. "Where did you learn how to turn me on so much?”

She turned, all her parts jiggling in all the right places. His mouth went dry. "I learned this from you."

RAYNE COULDN'T BELIEVE how empowered she felt. Couldn't believe how naughty she’d been - stripping down naked and waiting on him. Brent had fallen underherpower for once. Heady stuff. And she loved it.

For years she'd dreamed of the way he’d seduce her. His practiced lips trailing down her stomach, his knowledgeable fingers strumming her like a lyre. His closed eyes as he slid inside her. But never had she imagined she'd be the one calling the plays. Felt good to take the reins, to tell him what she wanted, how, when, where.

She turned and waited in his doorway, reveling in the way his gaze caressed her body. His normally icy eyes were the color of the blue in a flame. Hot, molten blue. His gaze was like a touch, burning her thighs, searing her breasts. He was hungry and she was the willing feast.

Might as well offer herself to him. So she leaned back on the door frame, slid her hands to cup her breasts, arched her back ever so slightly. An offering, a bounty, satisfying enough to feed the flames of his fire.

But sweet heavens, his gaze went a bit feral. She now knew how the poor bunny felt beneath the shadow of the hawk.

Their bodies crashed together in the sweetest collision as he swept her against him. She wound her arms around hisshoulders and allowed him to lift her from her feet and carry her to the big bed that dominated the small room.

He'd made his bed that morning. Impressive. And he was responsible enough to tug the coverlet from the bed and toss it in a corner.

"New quilt," he murmured against her lips as he laid her across the burgundy sheets. He didn't join her immediately. Instead he lifted himself from her and stared at her lying naked before him in a way that flipped their power dynamic. He now looked like a man in charge, a man plotting how he would make her …scream?

Yes, please.

She decided to meet him toe to toe. Rayne tugged her hair from beneath her and allowed it to fan out around her head. She kept her hands beneath her head and crossed her feet, trying for absolute casualness, even though her heart raced in her chest. "Now you've got me, sailor. What are you going to do with me?"

His teeth flashed in the dimness of the room and he chuckled. "Let's see. The toilet needs scrubbing, my khakis need ironing, and the icemaker has been giving me fits.”

She made as though to get up. “If that’s what you really want…”

He playfully pushed her back. “Nah. Maybe I’d rather sample your other talents. Let’s see…what should I do with you first?”

“I could kiss you?"

"Nah. Too mundane.”

She reached up and traced a finger down his belly. "I didn't say where."

He closed his eyes, smiled, then covered her body with his.

And that’s all it took for the playfulness to flee. Passion showed up, and passion meant business.

Brent's deliciously heavy body meshed against hers in all the right places. He wrapped his arms around her so there was nospace between them. She felt him everywhere. And it was so very right.

Rayne twined her arms around his neck as his lips came down on hers. He plundered her mouth, giving her no time to think. She could only feel.

His hands moved everywhere. They stroked, they explored, they pushed the limit and then pulled back, knowing exactly how to play her. And she returned the favor, stroking the leanness of his hip, that broad, muscled back, the back of his sensitive thigh.

Finally, when she could hardly stand anymore kissing - delicious though it was - he rolled off her, resting on his side. His gaze caressed, then he followed up with his hand, stroking all the parts he hadn’t been able to reach atop her. Seconds turned into minutes. Resolve turned to surrender. Like a magician he worked her, parting her thighs, teasing, and playing until he took her over the edge.

Rayne shattered, coming apart, heightened by the fact, he watched her as she came.

“Jesus,” she panted, breathing hard.

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