Page 43 of Dangerous Rhythm

Lina’s eyes blinked open and met his. The turmoil was still there—a battle against control and passion.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he challenged her tight grip on herself—the proper, disciplined, restrained woman—and rubbed his hardness against her mound.

Passion won.

“Fuck me,” she ordered. And it was an order, not a request.

With a little upturn at the corner of his lips, Curtis replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

He dove back into her mouth with all the pent-up desire he’d stored for this woman for the past four years. There was no delicacy in the way he kissed her. It was not the time for it. It wasn’t what she wanted. She proved it by frantically unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them past his hips to wrap her hand around him.

Her hand felt exquisite as she made a quick exploration from the tip down along the shaft to cup his balls and squeeze lightly, making him even more rigid.

The Untouchable knows how to touch a man.

Before he forgot—and with Lina stroking him the way she was, he could easily forget—his trained fingers fished a condom out of his wallet.

Pulling away from her kiss, Curtis ripped the foil with his teeth and donned the protection over his cock in a practiced move. The whole time, Lina’s eyes followed his every action.

Suddenly, she pushed him off her. “Strip.”

No question asked. He pulled the long-sleeved T-shirt off his body, kicked off his boots, and let his jeans and underwear fall all the way to the floor.

Lina studied him with roaming eyes in silence as she herself undressed efficiently. It was the sexiest thing Curtis had ever seen. It was the need in her usually stoic face that made him just want to make this the best fuck she’d ever had. Then he’d make love to her.

The last item of clothing slid to the floor, and Lina stood naked in front of Curtis. He almost hurt himself for her tonight, and that had scared the hell out of her.

You should take him out of town, Lina.

Her logic banged on the door she’d locked in her brain for now. At this moment, she’d let a part of her—the part that yearned for Curtis—free.

Just tonight.

Her eyes feasted on Curtis’ long and lean body. After being in the service, she was used to the heavily trained body of a man. She could appreciate a man with bulging biceps, pecs, and thighs that could crack a watermelon, but she’d always preferred the slick and toned body like Curtis, whose muscles were well-defined without being in your face.

“What do you want me to do next?” Curtis asked, waiting with that shadow of a smile on his lips.

Breathe, Lina.

“Everything,” she answered.

That answer sent Curtis into action. He took one big step and kissed any logic left out of her brain. She threw every bit of her repressed lust for him into the kiss. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he scooped her up by her bottom.

Seconds later, he pinned her back high against the wall so he could lavish his attention on her breasts. Locking her strong thighs around his waist, Lina pressed her shoulders to the wall so she could offer her nipples up to his eager mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed out when Curtis took one nipple into his hot mouth and sucked, while his hand worked the other as if he didn’t want it to be jealous of the attention.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he said under his breath as he switched his mouth to the next.

Lina didn’t respond—couldn’t really—as every brain cell focused on the sensation he’d incited in her. With her legsspread open, she could feel the tip of Curtis’ erection rubbing against her clitoris as if he’d planned that all along.

He ran his other hand down her lower back, following the divot of her spine to where her cheeks spread. Her nether region tightened as his fingers brushed lightly around an area she’d never thought was erogenous.

“God, you’re so hot,” he ran two finger tips along her lower lips and spread her wetness to where her already sensitized nub was.

Lina bucked slightly against his hand as she moaned at the delicious feeling of him stroking her. Seeking his mouth so she wouldn’t embarrass herself with a scream, she lowered herself onto the tip of his cock, leaving him no guesswork at what she wanted.

Curtis didn’t need another hint, and to Lina’s delight, he didn’t hesitate. Well-lubricated, he entered her in one smooth thrust. This time, her moan was echoed by his groan.

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