thighs and shoved them open. As he went to push the fabric of her thong aside, she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait. This has been all about me. Now and at the auction. It’s your turn. I want you. To feel you in my mouth, to know your taste.”
Sweet Jesus. Only a fool would turn down such an offer, but he honestly didn’t know what he wanted to feel more—her lips or her body molding around him.
She pushed him onto his back and he watched as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them over his hips. When she reached for his shirt, he shrugged her away and tore it off himself.
Her hands splayed over his pecs, her soft curls swept his chest as she inched lower and lower. He strained against the powerful urge to take control. God, how he wanted her. Needed her. And like hell he was going to wait—
He raised his head from the cushion, made a move to roll her over, but she flashed him a dark look.
“Down,” she ordered.
A moan—almost a growl—started deep inside and rumbled in his chest. He wasn’t used to waiting for what he wanted. She continued to glare, daring him to move again, before she settled herself between his legs. Her fingers trailed up and down his belly, teasing him, tormenting him, her touch so light that it numbed his skin.
He balled up bunches of the blanket in each fist in an attempt to anchor himself to the lounge. Would she at least let him watch her lips stretch over his sex as she took him in? He propped himself up on one elbow, but she gave him that warning look again.
“All right,” he laughed. “I’ll be good this time.”
“I certainly hope so.”
He trained his eyes on the inside of the lounge canopy instead, the city lights, the stars—seeing everything and nothing at the same time. He was powerless against her and shook with anticipation as he waited for her to continue.
She moved lower underneath the down blanket, her lips and hair whispered against his skin until she finally reached him. He expected to feel the warmth of her mouth and nudged his hips to push inside, but again she held him down.
Spreading his thighs a little roughly, she nestled in deeper between his legs, making herself comfortable. A thrill of anticipation shot through him. What a turn-on to have her handle him like this, like she was the one in charge. He tried his best to obey her this time and lay still. But when she suddenly pulled a ball from his loosened sac into her mouth, he couldn’t help himself. He arched his back, dug his heels into the mattress.
Oh God, oh God. Every nerve ending crackled and jumped as she sucked. At least she didn’t protest when he buried his hands in her hair. He was going to climax and she hadn’t even touched his erection yet.
A hot surge of energy, starting at his toes, coursed through his body as she released his balls and slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft, encasing him in warmth and wetness.
He wasn’t going to be able to stop and didn’t give a damn if people milling the streets in the city below could hear him. And they probably could.
HIS HANDS WARMED her cheeks and ears as he gently pulled her up. His enormous erection hit his belly with a slap as it fell from her mouth and her lips throbbed in the rhythm of her heartbeat.
“I need me in you. Now.” His voice was husky as he reached for his jeans.
“Don’t bother. I can’t get pregnant. Unless you’re worried about—”
“You don’t worry me. I was only thinking of you. You are safe with me.”
His hands were urgent and she let him roll her over. With the cushion warmed from his body, she settled against the pillows, and her heart pounded a symphony in her head. He climbed into the eager triangle of her legs and draped his large body over hers.
She had just dominated him, taken what she wanted, toyed with him like a brush against a canvas, and now it was his turn. She ran her hands over the bunching muscles of his shoulders and delighted in the musky fragrance of his skin. As if on cue, she felt another silky rush of pleasure to ease his entry.
Something nagged at the back of her mind. Her daydream. This was just like her daydream. His arms, his shoulders, her body’s response.