Page 23 of Watch Me

“That’s one way.”

“And b-by sucking them?”

His gaze is like an inferno burning me up as he dips my back over his arm, arching my breasts toward his mouth, and fusing our hips together. God, I can feel every inch of his thick erection pressing against my sex. I throb in a way I never have before and never believed I could while half clothed.

Then he lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Hot. Wet. Wild. Thrilling. Sensations scream through my body as he suckles me, his mouth pulling, tugging, creating friction that zips right from my breast to my clit as pleasure tightens, converges, overwhelms.

I clutch his shoulders, praying the sensation never ends.

After a long, lingering lick, Alejandro eases away from my breast and stands me upright again. “That’s another possibility.”

“Do you… W-would you bite them?”

He doesn’t even answer, just bends to capture my breast in his mouth again, the hot silk of his tongue over the sensitive bud giving way to the tug of teeth—and a bolt of pure fire straight down to my sex.

Oh, god.

“Yes!” The word slips out of my mouth. Surrender in one syllable. I know it. So does he.

I’m going to give him anything—and everything—he wants tonight.

Alejandro straightens and smiles down at me. That expression captures my attention, but he enthralls me when he slides his fingers into my hair. Scattering the pins holding my French twist everywhere, and ravaging my mouth as if he’s starving for me.

Need, impatience, aggression, the promise of unbelievable sex—it’s all in his kiss. His tongue strokes mine while stoking the fires licking inside me, sending me higher and higher.

Alejandro has barely touched anything below my waist and already I feel screamingly close to orgasm. He’s already brought me closer to the pinnacle than most of my previous lovers. Damn, what will happen if—when?—he lays me down on that sumptuous bed and covers my body with his? When he fills me up with every inch he taunts me with as he rocks against me?

Panting, mewling, I grab his face with clutching fingers and press my lips harder against his. God, it’s stupid and dangerous…but I’m desperate to find out just how good we feel together.

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Imoan, clinging to Alejandro when he lodges his thigh between mine and urges me to swivel my hips against him.

Thick bolts of need spear my belly, slicing down my legs. My blood turns thick. The wanton within me demands more.

I’m not the Ice Queen of the Ballroom tonight. I’m just a female surrendering to the hot sensations my lover’s touch rouses. How it happens, I don’t know. Why now and with this man, in this situation, is a mystery, too. But for once, I feel like a woman. Not merely an athlete, a dancer, or a competitor. Just a woman in touch with my sexuality.

Orgasm approaches hard and fast. Tension builds between my legs. Heat fractures my thoughts. I moan, feeling Alejandro’s hands at my hips, urging me on, and Del’s hot stare burning my back.

As I climb up, up, Alejandro lifts his mouth from mine and sends me a deliciously wicked smile. God, the man can melt steel with that look. And I’m nowhere near that solid.

“You ache.” He doesn’t ask; he knows.

“Yes.”

“You’re wet.”

No doubt, he feels my wet folds through the thin fabric of his slacks, and the friction it provides is driving me out of my mind.

“Yes.”

Then he reaches around me, lifts my skirt to my waist, and glides rough palms over my bare ass. I know Del can see my cheeks and the delicate white thong bisecting them. I swear I can feel his stare burning my backside. And I know it affects him because he groans.

That sound reaches between my legs and jolts me. Why it turns me on so much to turn Del on I can’t explain. And I don’t want to know. Tomorrow, I’ll likely be mortified. Tonight, I just don’t care.

“Do you like knowing that Del is worshipping your ass with his hungry gaze?” Alejandro rasps in my ear. “That he’s so hard for you and would kill to be in my place right now?”

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