Page 22 of Just One Silver Fox

“Just do it!”

“Just wait for it.” Nate kissed her sweet heat so that she writhed against him. He drove his tongue against her, loving the little squeak she made without meaning to do so. She arched her back and the heels of her shoes dug into his arms, but Nate didn’t care. He lifted her off the bed, taking her higher, making her moan, feeling her pulse race, hearing a wonderful little incoherent gasp—then he finished her off with the barest touch of his teeth against her clitoris.

Sonia’s legs locked around him convulsively, his thighs nearly smothering him as the orgasm ripped through her. Nate could barely breathe and he didn’t care. What a way to go. He felt her heart race and he savored the heat that rolled off her in waves. He held her while she came down from the peak, liking that she had a hard time catching her breath.

“Youaredangerous,” she said finally but her eyes were sparkling.

“I told you slow was better,” he managed to say before he found himself on his back on the carpet, Sonia angled over him. Her hair swung down to brush against his chest and he caught a glimpse of her expression before she swept off his briefs. She straddled him—and again, there was a heartbeat of hesitation.

She didn’t like giving head. His suspicions had been right.

Nate spun her around, trying not to touch her skin with the Hook in case it was cold. Sonia gasped in surprise at his move, then braced her hands on his chest. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she looked down at him. “What happened to slow?” she asked.

“This is slow. Don’t you like it on top?” He wiped his mouth, watching closely as she considered it.

“All new,” she said and once again he couldn’t believe the losers she’d known in the past. Her smile turned wicked. “And this will be slower.” She held herself above his thighs, reached to the nightstand, then smoothed a condom over him with expert strokes.

Nate’s chest was tight. He kept one hand on her waist and watched her face, seeking any hint that this wasn’t what she wanted. But Sonia had the smile of a siren and her eyes were shining.

“Time to get even,” she said as she angled herself over him. He gasped when she took only the barest tip of him inside her. Even with the condom, Nate knew how hot and wet she was, and he could feel that she was tight. His hips bucked involuntarily and she smiled. “You’re the one who likes it slow,” she whispered and Nate almost groaned aloud. “If it was up to me, I’d sit right down and ride you hard.”

Nate closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed by the suggestion. If she did that, he might just die of pleasure.

Sonia walked her hands down his chest, then kissed his cheek. Her whisper sent hot shivers through him. “But we’ll do it slowly, just for you.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he said.

“You chose,” she reminded him, then took a tiny increment more. She rolled her hips, her weight braced on her elbows and her fingers in his hair. He might have caught her around the waist, but she grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to the leg of the bed. “No touching,” she chided. “Hang on there and if you’re very good—”

“You’ll make it last forever,” he guessed.

Sonia laughed and lowered herself a little more. It took her ten thousand years to take all of him inside her, an exquisite torment that Nate wouldn’t have changed for the world. When he was finally sheathed in her heat, she withdrew so slowly that he didn’t dare to breathe. Then she rocked on top of him, moving with such deliberate power that both of them gasped when he was completely inside her again.

Nate was sure nothing had felt so good in a very long time. He could feel Sonia’s heels against his sides, and her breasts against his chest. She was still wearing her bra but he wasn’t going to reach for the clasp again. Her hair was pooled on his face, its silk in his mouth, and he was inundated by the scent of her. Sonia was so wet. That couldn’t be faked, and it meant that they were both held captive by the same spell.

He lifted his hips when she moved away, wanting more and more, and Sonia laughed. Then she kissed him slowly, holding his head so that he was trapped by her while she feasted upon his mouth and rode him. The heat grew inside him, driving every other thought from his mind but satisfaction. He rose against her, driving deep and she rocked harder on top of him. He kissed her with greater urgency. Sonia matched him, touch for touch, then moved suddenly to bury him inside her completely.

They gasped in unison, their gazes locking as the air sizzled between them. Nate couldn’t stand it any longer. He let go of the leg of the bed and rolled on top of her. He braced himself on his right elbow, then reached between them and touched her until she made one of those sounds of pleasure. He drove deeply, burying himself inside her sweet heat, caressing her when he could. Sonia obviously loved it. She flushed and moaned, writhing beneath him, urging him on.

“Together,” he said.

“That’s a myth,” she protested, her breath coming in little pants.

Nate chuckled. “I’ll bet you ten bucks.”

“You can’t,” she said, her eyes glinting. “You won’t.”

“We will,” he said and kissed her hungrily.

She flung one leg around his waist and kissed him back, feasting on his mouth, her embrace as desperate as his own. He could feel her nails in his shoulders and the strength of her legs wrapped around him as they moved together in perfect union. There was nothing but the glitter in her eyes and the feel of her breath in his ear, then she made that sound again, the one that had preceded her last release and Nate was a goner.

He drove deep inside her and came with a roar, feeling Sonia convulse around him as she came, too. They were locked tight around each other, slick and hot, and Nate had never wanted to linger anywhere more. He could feel her heart against his chest and feel her breath in his ear and it was perfection.

They clung together for long moments, then he rolled to his back, falling to the carpet beside her. Sonia was smiling at him, looking tousled and satisfied. She touched a finger to her tongue, then to his shoulder and made a hissing sound. “Hot stuff,” she teased.

“You should talk.”

“Sweet and hot.”

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