she was “hard to get off,” the news that she could get so close so quickly was new.
But as the thoughts hit her, she lost the feeling, lost the edge she was riding.
“What?” Anders said, suddenly.
“It’s nothing.” She tried to find where she was, trying to find her way back to the woman in the mirror about to ride out an orgasm, thanks to the man behind her.
Anders slid his fingers from her underwear and outrageously slipped them into his mouth. “This,” he said. “It’s honesty. Your body can’t lie about being turned on.” He turned her to face him. “Answer me honestly, älskling, where did you go?”
Her cheeks burned red and she could feel it, but for some reason, she felt the urge to be completely honest with Anders. If it all went south, she wouldn’t need to see him again anytime soon.
Embarrassment raged within her, but she had nothing to lose. She looked down at her shoes, but his erection obstructed her view, making her wish the ground would open up and swallow her whole. “I was right there with you, and then a voice from the past reminded me that I’m not the . . .I’m not the kind of . . .that I don’t . . .”
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t come easily. And I was so close, but . . .”
Anders stepped back and, for a moment, she thought he was going to tell her to forget the night and send her home, but then he reached for her chin and tipped her face to look straight at him.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He let go of her chin and removed his jacket. He threw it over the chair near the door, and then began to unbutton his shirt. “You know what defines a professional athlete? An Olympian?”
Olivia shook her head. “Being the best at the sport?” she offered weakly.
Anders shrugged. “Yes. But it is so much more than that. It requires massive reserves of physical stamina.” He pulled the shirt from his trousers and slipped his arms from the sleeves.
Holy-freaking-Christ-on-a-cracker. His body was Michelangelo-level perfection. Chiseled, muscular, a smattering of chest hair, and dear lord . . . his pants hung low on his waist. How could he even think they were on the same playing field? The orgasm she’d been close to disappeared completely.
She bit her lip as he reached for his belt and removed it in one swift move. “And on top of physical stamina, there is a mental toughness, a don’t-quit-no-matter-what-the-costs mentality. With those two, you can do anything.”
Anders unbuttoned his trousers, lowered the zipper, and then, after kicking off his shoes and socks, he let them and his underwear slide to the ground.
“Oh my gosh. Your leg,” she said, reaching for him. The bruise spread across his hip and thigh.
Anders gripped her hand, holding it away from him. “It’s fine, Olivia. It doesn’t hurt. You know what does, though?” His erection was hard and heavy, thick and long. “This.” He grasped it, and she felt the feelings of arousal begin to bubble to the surface again.
For a moment, he didn’t say another word, he just stood in front of her, lazily palming his cock. A slow back and forth motion. Then, he approached her like a wolf about to eat its prey. “Tonight, sweet Oliva, I’m going to use every ounce of physical stamina and mental toughness to do whatever it takes to make you come, and come often. I’m going to drive out of your mind the reckless words of a man who didn’t realize you were worth every effort, and that every orgasm you found at his hands was even more precious than if it had been given easily. You are a challenge that I am going to spend the rest of this night conquering.”
Some of his fellow male beings were fucking useless animals. Chasing their own ends without considering who they were with. While relationships weren’t even close to the top of his priority list, he’d always found that most of his own personal gratification came from the union of two bodies reaching the same goal rather than selfishly racing to the finish.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He stepped closer, placing his palm on her cheek so he could run his thumb over her lush bottom lip.
Eyes looked up at him from beneath thick lashes. “Tell me,” she replied.
“I see a woman ripe to embrace her sexuality with the right person. A woman