Page 41 of Mr. Dangerous

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m sosorry.”

I kissed those penitent lips, his mouth so sweet and lush-lipped despite the hardness of his jaw, and then began to unbutton his crisp dress shirt. My fingers worked steadily down the buttons as Rob watched me, the faintest smile playing over his lips. Then I pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, almost groaning at the sight of his white t-shirt beneath. Still notnaked?

He yanked the t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion and sent it flying across the room, somewhere after my dress. His pecs were broad and smooth, his body hard-angled; the broadness of his chest gave way to a narrow waist. His abs were so chiseled that I wanted to run my fingers across them, so I did, letting my fingernails skate over each defined muscle. His abs tensed under my touch, each muscle hard and warm and distinct. There were scars on his side, a puckered mass, and I looked up at himquizzically.

“It’s not that interesting a story,” he said, cupping my jaw with one big hand, kissing my lipsagain.

When our lips parted, I murmured, “I bet it’s incrediblyinteresting.”

His mouth quirked up slightly. “You’re right. But it’s not nearly as interesting as thepresent.”

We began to kiss again. I felt those calloused, rough hands wrap firmly around my hips as I lost myself in his kiss. The sense of desperate desire for him kept building, and I was the one who gave in first, running my fingers down his abs to his lap. I stroked his hard length through his trousers. It stirred a strange restless pride that hewantedme.

“Undress for me,” hemurmured.

I unhooked my bra, sliding it over my shoulders. Then, guessing what he wanted, I held my hands up to tangle my fingers in my hair, arching my back, giving him a good look at my breasts. They were small, but he groaned in desire when he saw them, his eyes appreciative. He leaned forward, cupping one breast like it belonged to him, his palm rough against my nipple. His seeking mouth found my other nipple, kissed it gently, drew it into his mouth. I felt my head fall back again as his mouth worked steadily on my nipple, his tongue tweaking it. Another throb of desire ran through my body, leaving me weak-kneed and shaking, and I couldn’t bear itanymore.

I pushed him down on the bed, my hands on his hard pecs. He grinned up at me as Istraddledhim.

“Don’t look so self-satisfied,” I told him. His goddamn belt buckle was a mystery. I couldn’t get it open, no matter which way my fingers tried toworkit.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. His fingers pushed mine gently out of the way, unclasping his belt buckle. I knelt on the bed so I could push my panties down, getting them out of my way, and then before he could finish undressing, I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and boxerstogether.

He wanted to know I wanted him too? There was no denying I was mad fortheman.

I straddled his thighs. Rob had a long, smooth cock that bobbed in front of the hard muscles of his lower abs; it was beautiful, and I leaned forward, grasping it in my hand, rewarded by the faintest gasp from between his parted lips. I sat up on my knees so that I could brush the head of his cock between mythighs.

“You’re so wet for me,” he saidsoftly.

“You drive me crazy,” I said. Which I normally didn’t mean in nearly as good a way as I meant it right now. I throbbed for him, and I guided his cock to massage my clit like he was my toy. The feel of him pressing against me in slow, languid circles felt good, but I was so eager for him now. I slid down on his cock, letting him fill me. He gently stretched me out as I slid lower, until my thighs rested on thosehardabs.

When I took his full length in, I gasped. He looked up at me, his blue eyes soft with longing, the expression on that handsome face fond, and traced his fingers over the curve of my cheek. Growing comfortable with his length now, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. His hands caught around my waist, kissing mebackhard.

I rose and fell up and down his cock, rising so high on my knees that he brushed teasingly over my clit again, then settling down, letting him fill me up. His eyes drifted shut, his breath quickening in time with mine. As my legs began to burn with the effort, he reached forward and cupped my ass in his palms, his biceps standing out even more dramatically as he helped me to move up and down. He could lift meeasily.

“Naomi, stop,” he murmured, his fingers squeezing my ass cheeks in a way that was possessive and firm and sexy as hell. “We need acondom.”

I fell beside him on the bed, my limbs all trembling on the edge of orgasm, impatient for him to be inside me again. I watched as he rolled smoothly out of bed, went to his jeans and pulled a condom out of hiswallet.

“Really, Delaney?” Iaskedhim.

“I like to be prepared for emergencies,”hesaid.

“Like carjackings and their inevitable sexualaftermath?”

“Exactly,”hesaid.

He rolled the condom onto his big cock and then rejoined me. He grabbed my thighs and yanked me down from the pillows against the headboard, bracing his body over mine in a push-up position. His cock slid inside me, and I gasped as he filledmeup.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, using him to lift my hips so I could take him in, my thighs squeezing around his narrow waist. I buried my face in the space between his neck and shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut, lost in the way he felt inside me, around me. He pumped steadily inside me, each pump answering that desperate throb, and I felt every muscle tense in a way that was almost painful, my core tightening around his cock even though he was already almost too big for me to handle. And then just when that sensitivity, that tension, was almost unbearable, my orgasm broke. All the world was Rob, Rob’s body against mine, his heat, his warmth, his cock buried deep inside me as pleasure arched through my body, from my curled toes to my fingernails digging into the flesh of his broadshoulders.

Rob kept pumping as I clung to his shoulders, his lips parting as he came, and I still held tight to him because this intimacy was the sweetest. And then suddenly, he was finished, his hard body rolling over onto his back, holding me tight against his chest so that I was suddenly on top of him as he sprawled acrossthebed.

His hand patted my ass familiarly, his fingers resting on the curve of my cheek. “That was worth the wait,”hesaid.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” Hemimickedme.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I was expectingsomethingmore.”

His blue eyes on mine were shocked for a second, before he caught the laughter in my eyes. He grinned, and my own smile couldn’t be resistedanymore.

He patted my ass again, harder this time, a smack of his open palm. “You are trouble, Naomi AnnePapadopolous.”

But I knew damn well he wastrouble.

I knew damn well that no matter how languid and content and warm and filled I felt now, my heart was going to pay for thislater.

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