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“You are good. I am better!” He told her smoothly.

“Let me up.” She hissed, furious at how easily he was able to thwart her.

“I would ask if you’re going to behave, but I don’t trust you.” The feel of her long, lean body pressed against his was too much. And this time, he was not going to be able to step away. He would not.

She saw his head descending and panic set in like a storm – one that had her bucking.

“No.”

“Yes.” He whispered as he moved in. Slowly stretching out on top of her, he heard the groan escaped from deep inside his throat as he seized her lips with his.

Chapter 7

She resisted, but that was desperation and pride. Lust was stronger and surprised her – shocked her really as it slammed into her system like an electric jolt. She told herself that she should try harder – she could take him – maybe. But his mouth was brushing over hers - tongue trailing the moistness of her bottom lip and turning her into jelly.

When he started to nibble, she could have sworn she heard her blood boiling. She never allowed this – never allow anything unless she was in complete control, and she could feel it slipping away. Her heart was practically bursting, her body – Oh Lord! The heat had collected in one place and was burning hot.

He felt her resistance crumbling and increased the pressure of his lips. He was already aroused to the point of madness. His body was burning – a big ball of flame that was already more than he could bear.

He had to have her, or he was going to die. It was that simple. The passion raging inside him, the desperate lust slamming into his body had to be appeased or he would go out of his mind.

He persuaded her to open her mouth, used his tongue and more than a little finesse to get her to open up and when she did, when her breath escaped in a soft and somewhat sexy sigh, he simply went mad.

His tongue plunged into her mouth as he devoured, relished, and savored the taste of her. He was like a man faced with a sumptuous banquet after a yearlong fasting. He could not get enough.

The taste of her surrounded him, dug into him, wrapped around him, until he felt as if he would never be satisfied even when he swallowed her whole. He explored her mouth thoroughly, swallowed her moans- his hands busy dragging up the borrowed shirt.

Her skin was coated with sweat and felt silky to the touch. Lifting his head, he managed to pull the shirt and sports bra over her head, tossing them aside.

And he had his first look of her. The light in the gym was not on bright, he preferred less of it when working out, but he could still see the graceful throat, the dip in the skin. Her breasts were small, but full and rounded, the nipples already hard as stone.

He lifted his head to her face when she started to squirm.

“Let me go.”

“No.” He whispered, bending his head to her again. “You don’t want me to.”

He grunted as she dug her elbow into his stomach.

“Watch it pal.”

He was smiling when he kissed her again. He was fascinated by her, she had destroyed his senses, the wall he had erected around his heart, and he was breathless – speechless with the power she wielded.

Ending the kiss, he trailed his lips over her cheek, slowly, seductively sipping from her. He moved down to her throat and smiled at the hammering of the pulse, like a captured bird with the need to escape.

He spent time there, sipping from the surprisingly delicate skin, taking bites from her, and soothing the bites with his tongue, until they were both drunk from the pleasure.

When he moved down to her breasts, she put up a token resistance, shoving at his shoulders. Then her fingers clenched – nails biting – body arching as he circled the flesh with his tongue. Her head moved restlessly, her body feeling as if it was floating off the mat.

The man’s mouth was …. Creative, hungry, even, delicious. She had never experienced anything like this before. The last vestige of resistance crumbled into nothing and all she could feel was a desire so strong, it crowded everything else.

She tasted musky from the very energetic workout. She also tasted like honey; he thought dazedly as he tugged the nipple into his mouth. He was burning up and could feel the control slipping away by degrees, but he was determined to have her writhing beneath him. He wanted her to yearn for him the way he was yearning for her.

He wanted to seal them, to own her, the way she was owning him. He wanted complete surrender and was willing to do anything in his power to achieve it.

He could feel the suppleness of her skin. The toughness overlaid by silk. Her muscles were well defined, but her skin was baby soft. Who would have thought, he mused.

Bringing her nipples to a moist peak, he stopped short of making them sore. He was starving for her, but he had to stop before he could not, and he wanted all of her.

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