Page 60 of One Hot Rumor

She bends toward me and drags her tongue up from my hips to my collarbone.

A deep groan vibrates in my chest. Finally, I drum up a few words. "This—isn't—relaxing me."

"No?" She shimmies forward to straddle my hips. "Well, I can't let you suffer."

Siobhan rises onto her knees.

I have an idea of what she means to do, so I nod toward the bedside table. "Condom."

She gets a condom packet out of the drawer and kneels over me again.

I reach for the packet.

"Uh-uh-uh, Nick." She runs the packet's edge across her lips. "I'm in charge now, so shut up and take it."

She knows I love it when she's bossy. So I lie back and let her do whatever she wants.

Ripping open the condom packet with her teeth, she tosses it away and rolls the latex over me inch by inch, going so slowly that I lose my breath and grip the headboard again. By the time she's covered me, I'm halfway to coming. I open my mouth to tell her that, but I don't get the chance.

She impales her body on my cock and fucks me. I can't do anything except watch her rise up and slam back down onto me, her breasts bouncing and her eyes half-closed. I grasp her hips and urge her to rock them, needing to penetrate her even more deeply. Her wetness trickles down her inner thighs and my cock, the scent of it mingling with the aromas of vanilla, ginger, and sandalwood. I'd never thought of smells as erotic, but tonight, I do.

Because of her.

She rolls her hips, then pushes up until only the head of my cock is inside her, and plunges down again. Over and over, she does that, until we're both gasping and damp with sweat and I can't take it anymore.

I flip us over and seize her hips to thrust into her so hard and fast the bed thumps into the wall in time with my thrusts and she starts writhing, her mouth open as wild cries erupt out of her. I feel her muscles tightening around me, and I know she's about to climax. Holding back for even one more second takes all the willpower I have and then some, but I stop myself from coming for just long enough, until her body pulsates around.

Then I let go.

A sensation, like fire and electricity, barrels through me, and my body bows inward. I come while her muscles are still clenching me, come so hard I think I might've gone blind for a split second there even while I keep thrusting. Noises echo in the room, but I can't tell if I'm shouting or she is. Maybe we both are. By the time I'm done, I can't move, frozen with my hands clamped around her hips.

She seems dazed, so at least I'm not the only one who can't think.

Finally, I fall onto the bed beside her.

"Holy shit, Nick." She laughs, but it's breathless because we're both still gasping. "You absolutely arethatgood."

I try to chuckle but can't quite pull it off. "So are you, Siobhan."

We lie here for a few minutes without speaking, until we can breathe normally again. Then she rolls over to lie half on top of me. "That massage was incredible. Your girlfriends must've loved dating you."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you give mind-blowing dirty massages."

"I've never done that for anyone else."

She pushes up on one elbow to look at me. "What? But you're so good at it."

"Thank you, but I never wanted to do it for anyone else. Only for you. Wasn't sure I should, though."

"Why not?"

I rub my eyes, strictly to avoid looking at her. "I've wanted to give you that sort of massage since the day we met, but I worried if I did, that might convince you I'm exactly what Georgina Prescott has everyone believing I am."

"You are not a gigolo, Nick. Not a pimp or a brothel-keeper either." She pries my fingers away from my eyes. "I never thought you were. I did suspect you're an insatiable man who would strain my willpower to its limits, but I didn't mind that."

"And I suspected you'd be a fantastic lover once you gave up being so uptight."