Page 41 of Close Pursuit

In minor shock, he obliged. Her entire body strained toward him.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he ordered.

“Electricity is streaking through my whole body. It starts where you’re…flicking me…and goes to my fingers and toes and…and…”

“And what?” he demanded.

She whispered, “And between my legs.”

Holy shit. His erection strained against his zipper until he thought his fly might explode. Watching her face for the slightest sign of distress, he reached for her jeans and unzipped them slowly.

“Spread your legs a little,” he murmured. And then, “Wider, Angel.”

He splayed his fingers on her belly and her muscles contracted sharply. He named all the muscles of the human abdomen in order from largest to smallest before he regained control of his raging lust enough to slide his fingers down over the silky plane of her stomach slowly, slipping them under the elastic edge of her thong.

Memory of seeing that intensely sexy scrap of lace had him pausing yet again to force his breathing to slow. His dick throbbed insistently, and even his balls got into the act. Gritting his teeth, he continued his hand’s downward descent.

“Oh my,” she sighed. “That feels amazing.”

His fingers slipped between swollen folds of flesh so plumped with desire they reminded him of a ripe peach, springy and juicy. Katie gasped, and he stopped immediately to let her accustom herself to what he was doing.

But she was having no part of that. Her hips undulated forward, rocking onto his hand hungrily. He separated her folds and found the slippery pearl nestled in between. He rubbed the pad of his middle finger around it once, twice.

“Oh my,” she cried more urgently.

He rubbed the length of his finger against her, probing her passage with the tip of his finger. He collected some of the moisture there and smoothed it over her hotly throbbing flesh.

“Alex,” she groaned. “Please.”

“Please what?” he growled from behind his clenched teeth.

“More,” she panted. “I want more.”

“You want me inside you, here?” He slipped his finger a little way inside her tight, hot core. Her internal muscles clenched convulsively around his finger. He withdrew and then slid into her again, a little deeper.

She groaned again. Apparently, words had failed her.

Hell. He was in Hell. He couldn’t have this woman. She was not for him. But he’d never wanted any woman worse in his entire life.Satan’s karmic joke.

Angling his palm so it rubbed her with every stroke, he plunged his finger into her in a slow, maddening rhythm. His entire being ached to be inside of her, to slam into her until he was lost in mindless lust, exploding in rage and release. But for once, this was not about him. He watched, eyes slitted, as she rode his finger, head thrown back, throat taut, breasts heaving. Her entire body undulated with more and more urgency.

In the past, had she been any other woman, he would have taken pleasure in driving her to the brink and then yanking his finger out of her, withholding the release she was so close to. But shockingly, he wanted to give Katie pleasure. He wanted to see her first orgasm, watch it unfold across her face, see what emotions flitted through her oh so expressive eyes.

Female juices flowed around his finger, and her gasps turned into sharper moans. He matched the increasing pace of her hip thrusts, reaching deeper inside her, seeking and finding the spot in the front of her passage where the most sensitive nerves passed close by.

“Ready?” he murmured, his voice low and charged.

“Yes. Oh, God. Yes,” she panted.

He increased the pressure of his palm against her swollen flesh and slammed three fingers into her without warning, stretching her and filling her fast and hard.

She cried out sharply as the orgasm ripped through her. She shuddered from head to foot, but he continued stroking her, drawing out the orgasm, savoring cry after cry torn from her throat. She crescendoed with a last keening cry that rippled out of her, and sagged against him, spent. He eased out of her and pulled her shirt down gently.

And then a strange thing happened. An urge to hold her came over him. He never felt affectionate after sex. But here he was, drawing her close, savoring the aftershocks making her tremble against him so sweetly.

“Oh, my,” she sighed against his chest.

He started as something soft and warm moved across his collarbone. She was kissing him! Women never kissed him. It was too intimate. Too personal. Most of his sexual encounters had been purely business, not to mention most women didn’t feel like kissing him after he was done using them.

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