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In contrast to his usual bravado, he seemed unsure, conflicted. But I could also tell he was highly aroused—unless he’d tucked one of the pool noodles into his boxers when I wasn’t looking.
I didn’t answer his question in words but slid my hands from his shoulders to behind his neck and tugged his head down to mine. I was dizzy with desire.
When his lips met mine, they were hot, and wet, and drugging. They were everything I’d been missing since that first night he’d kissed me and spun my world off its axis.
At first our mouths were the only point of contact, but then Sully clamped his arms around me and dragged me against him. He kissed me again and again, his hands moving over me greedily.
“You feel so good, Angel,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this, wanting this, every day and every night. I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
“I’ve been thinking of it, too,” I confessed. “You feel amazing. Even better than I imagined.”
The enticing pressure between us grew—thicker, harder, and I slid one hand between our bodies, wanting to touch him—there.
Shaping my fingers over the outline of the rearing length, I stroked up and down, relishing in a newfound sense of power. This enormous man was completely in my thrall, trembling under my touch, gripping my shoulders as if he might fall down without their uncertain support.
For one exquisite moment, Sully froze. I wasn’t sure if he was waging some sort of internal battle, but then suddenly it was as if some kind of physical restraints had been removed.
“Fuck it,” he said on a harsh exhale then he gripped my hips and lifted me, setting me onto the top of the dryer.
After that, it was no-holds-barred groping and kissing and fondling and tasting, and all I could say was the hero in that salacious novel I’d read had nothing on Sullivan Reece.
The way he used his hands and mouth was driving me wild. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t have stopped if the lives of everyone I’d ever met had been riding on it.
Somehow without my realizing it the towel that had been wrapped around my chest had slipped to my waist, and Sully was holding both my breasts, fondling them, murmuring against my cheek, my neck, my ear about how good I felt, how much he wanted me, how beautiful he found me and how much pleasure he wanted to give me.
And then he stopped talking and set about fulfilling all those promises. He slid an arm behind my back, tightening his hold until my chest arched upward. He used his other hand to cup my breast, plumping it for his mouth.
Sealing his lips around the taut nipple, he licked and sucked and pulled rhythmically in a searing velvet assault that had me squirming, mindless, seeking something I didn’t have words for.
The noises I made didn’t even seem to come from me. I’d never felt so desperately empty in my life, and my hips rocked forward in a blind search for contact with his body—any part of him.
I needed to feel him with my whole self, hold him as close to me as possible. I wanted to stretch out beside him and take his full weight on top of me, to memorize every contour of his incredible body.
“Sully,” I whimpered. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
One Perfect Night
Angelina
He answered me with a groan. “Angel. We can’t. Not tonight.”
“Why not?” I whined in a tone that would have made the four and five-year-olds in my care seem mature.
“Training. The fight. It’s only a few days away. I’m not supposed to fu—” He stopped himself. “I’m supposed to be celibate until the fight.”
“Why?”
“It’s a rule my trainers have always had. And I need every possible advantage if I’m going to win against someone like Travis Diggs... so I can come home to Skyla and Claire and...” He hesitated, adding, “...all the people I love.”
My brain sort of understood, but my body didnotget it. I was too worked up, pushed far beyond reason and in a physical state I’d never experienced before in my life. I writhed against him, desperate, shameless.
“But I want you. Ineedyou. I’m aching.Here.” Sliding my own hand between my legs, I showed Sully exactly where I wanted him.
A low growl preceded his response. “Angel, you arekillingme.”
Renewing his erotic assault, he took my mouth in a lewd, hungry kiss. One of his hands fondled my breast, caressing it and teasing the sensitive tip with his thumb. The other hand headed for an even more sensitive place.
