Page 78 of Dangerous Temptation
‘Mmm,’ she hummed, her eyelids drifting closed.
‘God. Damn. Elena.’ His voice sounded like sandpaper.
She’d never done this in front of anyone before, but she heard the desire in his voice and felt the strain in his hands. Watching her gave him pleasure, so she let herself go. This was for him. She needed to get him out of his head, and she knew the best way to do that. Moving her fingers over herself, she felt the heat and softness of her most private place. His hands bit into her bottom, and dampness coated her fingertips.
‘Ahhh,’ she gasped.
‘Let me see,’ he growled. He caught the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it up so she was exposed.
Elena felt wanton touching herself with her legs spread so wide. The room had such a hard-edged industrial feel to it, and she was splayed out across his lap. All femininity and softness. Mirrors reflected everything she was doing. There was no place to hide, no soft pillows or blankets with which she could cover herself.
She was on display. The act was brash and explicit, and she revelled in it.
An ache filled her breasts. She ground her palm over her nipple as her fingers down below became more demanding. Rolling her hips, she offered herself up for penetration. Her middle finger slid right in.
‘You are so hot,’ Alex rasped.
His hands moved restlessly on her hips, petting her and urging her on.
She peeked through her lashes and found him watching her unabashedly. The intimacy sent a shudder through her, and her passageway clamped down tight.
‘Oooo!’ Her head fell back as she began to pump her finger in and out. Slowly at first and then with greater need. Alex’s hand fisted in her hair, and her breasts thrust upwards.
He seized her zipper and pulled it down further so he could see it all. A growl filled the air when he saw another intimate piece of clothing. It was the lavender bra she’d left behind in his other gym … the one where they hadn’t made it to a bench …
‘I found it in a drawer in your bedroom,’ she panted.
‘Your drawer.’ He drew the zipper all the way down and spread the material wide to watch her work herself into a frenzy.
Elena squirmed on his lap. Her drawer. Here, in his real home. ‘You planned to bring me here?’
‘I have lots of plans.’ His mouth sealed over hers and his tongue plunged deep.
She kissed him back. Instinct had her reaching for him, but he caught her hands and kept them where they were. A whimper left her when leather bumped against her mound. He made sure she used two fingers this time, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
He popped open the front tab of her bra. Obediently, she cupped her breast and fondled herself.
Her eyes popped right back open when his gloved hand took possession of her other breast. The leather covering his palms felt warm and wicked, while his fingertips were bare and dexterous. He pinched her nipple as he pulled her further onto his lap.
Their chests rubbed as he kissed her again. Elena felt so hot, so out of control. She fingered herself almost roughly as her arousal grew. Wriggling forward on his lap, she rocked right against his ridge.
Swearing a blue streak, he pushed her back far enough to untie his shorts, thrust them down and free his erection. Elena was nearly gone. Watching her turned him on. She’d do nearly anything to please him.
‘Hurry,’ she whispered. She was close to coming as he caught her by the waist. It was clear his strength had returned. His arm felt like a steel band around her as he lifted and positioned her.
Her fingers bumped against a rock-hard erection. That was what she needed. That was what her body craved. She caught him, and his breath hissed in her ear as she guided him to her core. Her toes reached for the floor and, this time, found it. Taking control, she lowered herself onto him.
Their groans blended as she took him inside her.
‘Sexy siren,’ Alex murmured. His gloved hands swept up her back as she began a slow, tortuous rhythm.
Elena’s senses went into overdrive. The hoodie was caught between them and the zipper abraded their skin as she humped up and down. The feeling was raw and electric. The cold tab of the zipper caught in the crease of her leg, and she let out a cry. She could barely stand the stimulation.
‘You told me you liked seeing this hoodie wrapped around me,’ she struggled to say.
‘Hm’ was all he managed to get out. His hands were cupping her bouncing breasts and his face was buried in her hair.
‘What … what were you really going to say when I asked you? Why do you like seeing this oversized old thing on me?’
