Page 47 of Close Pursuit

Her pulse leaped at the raw lust in his expression. An urge to cover herself nearly overcame her, but she suspected he would mock her for false modesty. After all, she’d had a screaming orgasm on his hand only a few hours ago.

As if he was thinking about the exact same thing, he reached out slowly and placed his palm on the back of her neck. His hand felt unnaturally hot. He ran his fingers up under her hair, lifting it off her neck and shoulders. Then, slowly, he dragged his fingertips downward, tracking her spine lower and lower. Past her shoulder blades, past her waist, and to the rising swell of her behind. And then, ohgod ohgod, lower still, down the cleft between her cheeks. She had to force herself not to leap away from his leisurely caress as it slid lower and pressed gently between her legs.

Without his having to ask or urge, she moved her feet apart, opening herself to him.

Her head fell back, coming to rest on his shoulder as her eyes drifted closed. Through the crotch of the panties, his fingers played on her feminine flesh, which was all too eager to respond to his touch.

His left hand touched her ribs. Slid around to her front. Cupped her left breast, lifting it and testing its weight. His thumb circled around her nipple, and it pebbled up beneath the sheer nylon. Above and below, his fingers played with her, circling and stroking, teasing her body. Lust, hot and liquid, speared through her, and her knees went so weak she feared she might collapse.

Her body undulated against his, and she felt like a puddle of molten desire. Something warm touched her neck. His lips. His mouth opened and his teeth closed on her skin.

He didn’t bite her as much as he held her in place. It was primal and raw and sent bolts of electric pleasure zinging through her to gather where his magical thumbs were driving her crazy.

“Put your hands on the counter,” he murmured.

She was standing a few feet from the sink and had to reach forward to splay her fingers on the cold marble.

“Spread your legs wider.”

He moved close behind her, his groin hot and hard against her behind. He reached up with both hands this time to fondle her breasts, which felt heavy and swollen in their nylon confines.

His hands rand down her ribs to clasp her hips and then slid forward and down to grasp her inner thighs. He lifted her up slightly, tilting her hips forward until she was spread completely open to him from behind. And then his magic fingers went to work on her flesh once more, casting their spell of pleasure on her body.

“Look at me,” Alex ordered. “In the mirror.”

She opened her eyes and stared at the tableau. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with lust. She looked nothing like herself.

But then she spied Alex and was mesmerized. That intense fire burned in his eyes, which were black and so very alive as he looked at her body, devouring the sight of her undulating shamelessly on his fingers. The mere sight of him stroking her like this brought her to the brink of release and the pressure built toward an explosion rapidly.

“Don’t come yet,” Alex ordered sharply. “You will do it only when I say so.”

She stared at him, stunned. The explosion retreated slightly as she asked, “How do I stop it?”

“You must discipline yourself. Hold it in. Restrain the impulse to lose control. If you fail, I will have to punish you.”

Something dark and dangerous passed through his eyes when he said that, and a frisson of alarm skittered through her.

Wait a minute. This was Alex. He would never hurt her. And with that comforting realization, her lust expanded ten-fold.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh. No orgasm, yet, pet,” he warned.

She concentrated on the bolts of lust zinging around in her belly. More quickly than she could believe, they were aligning themselves like magnetic charges centered on his fingers playing so cleverly between her legs.

The energy built and built, and she fought like mad to stop it from reaching critical mass. But it was unbelievably hard as his fingers kept coaxing more and more voltage from her body.

“Alex, please,” she pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” His left hand gripped the back of her neck and pushed her head down until her elbows rested the counter and her forehead rested on her forearms. The pose opened her entirely to his plunder, and her need to explode climbed a few more notches.

She groaned with pleasure, and then moaned, and then begged, “Please, God, Alex. I can’t stand it.”

“Almost, Angel. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I’ll do anything for you. Just let me come.”

He leaned over her, covering her with his hot, hard body. He slipped his left index finger into her mouth and she sucked it mindlessly, desperate to do anything, everything, to gain his permission to explode.

His right index finger slipped inside the lace panty, poised at her convulsing entrance. “Ready?” he murmured in her ear.

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