Page 16 of Breakaway

She sat up, all pretty ivory curves and black lace and golden hair. He gulped.

Then his heart stopped. Literally stopped, as she climbed onto his lap, straddled him and went to work on his tie. She yanked it off over his head, fingered open the buttons of his shirt, one, then another, then another, until she spread it wide across his chest.

She sucked in a breath as she did so, eyes glued to his pecs, and he sat there, arms at his side while she palmed his chest. Christ, it felt good.

He lifted his arms and flicked open the button at each wrist so he could shrug out of the shirt, but his mind was spinning at the touch of her fingers sliding down lower over his abs, then to the fastener of his pants.

“Remi…”

She lifted her head. “Don’t tell me to stop.”

“But…”

Then his heart lurched again and resumed its racing rhythm as she covered his erection with her hand and pressed. His cock twitched hard. “Ah!”

“You don’t want me to stop,” she murmured, getting to work on the zipper. “I can tell.”

“No…I…Jesus.”

She tugged at his pants and she needed him to lift his hips to get them off, but he didn’t move. Trying to keep his body from exploding with lust, he sucked in a deep breath. “What are you doing, Remi?”

“I’m not breakable. Yeah, you’re bigger than I am, but I’m not fragile.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I want to do this.”

“Maybe we should…take it to a bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

She slid off his lap and stood, a tiny goddess in black lace and stiletto heels, and when she tugged his hand and tried to pull his two hundred plus pounds off the couch, he smiled.

He rose to his feet, holding his pants with one hand and her hand with the other, and let her lead him to her bedroom.

She clicked on a lamp beside the bed and he smiled in approval at the gold duvet cover. Four pillows on the bed. No cushions. He walked across a patterned carpet in shades of gold, brown and green, and stopped beside her.

Hunger for her rose in him, need slamming into his balls, sensation prickling over his flesh. But still he held back.

She studied him, then moved toward him and he lifted his arms to take her into his embrace. Then the room flipped upside down as he felt a foot at the back of his knee, knocking him off balance, taking him out, and with a sharp exhale he landed flat on his back on the bed.

He stared up at the ceiling.

“What the…?”

And then Remi was on top of him, straddling him with those smooth slender thighs, her hands brushing over his chest. Her eyes sparkled and her mouth curved into an impish smile.

All the blood in his body raced to his groin, leaving him light-headed and throbbing, his sole point of focus the throbbing between his legs and the woman kneeling right there, her hair lit by the lamp into a glowing golden halo, her softness pressed against his hardness.

“How’d you do that?” he croaked, reaching for her hips.

“Tae kwon do.” She leaned over him to kiss him, at the same time rubbing her lace-covered breasts across his chest.

He wanted to know more, but coherent thought spun out of his mind, possibly through his ears, which was why he could hear nothing but a faint buzzing sound, and his eyes closed. He gave himself up to the sensation of her mouth on his, her tongue sliding into his mouth, her small hands all over his naked torso, her body against his as she stretched out over him.

He clasped her hips as pleasure licked up his nerve endings just like her tongue licked his mouth. Her palms rubbed over his nipples, sending tingles shooting through his body.

Then she squirmed down his body and dropped to the floor between his spread legs. She grabbed his pants and tugged, one side, then the other, inching them down his hips.

“Mmmm.”

As usual, he wore no underwear and his erection sprang up, thick and hard and hot. He opened his eyes and looked at Remi gazing down at him open mouthed, wide-eyed.

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