Page 44 of Dangerous Temptation
Her breath shuddered out in cold puffs, but she reached for the railing. She kept her grip on the blanket, but opening it up allowed the breeze to sweep under its protective layer and over their heated bodies.
Widening her stance, she bent at the hips. The submissive position lifted her bottom and made her breasts dangle. He caught the lush globes in his hands. They were full and pert, and he loved the way they responded to his touch.
She had a beautiful body, curved and sleek, perfectly proportioned for her small size. It wasn’t a secret that her petiteness was an aphrodisiac for him. His superior height and strength made him felt masculine around her, but her trust in him … This physical trust even when there was so much suspicion between them? … It made him feel like a man.
Leaning over her, he nuzzled the side of her neck through her hair. It was draped like a dark, silky curtain over her body.
‘Why do you call me that?’ she murmured, her breaths growing shorter as he played with her body.
‘Siren?’
‘Mm.’
‘Because you looked like one that first night as you did yoga on the dock. You were so sexy and alluring, I knew you were dangerous.’
‘Me? Dangerous?’
He let go of her breasts to rake his fingers through her gorgeous hair. ‘Baby, you could be my undoing.’
He caught her hips to hold her still as he thrust into her, slow and deep. Her moan wafted off the balcony and over the grounds. If any of the security staff were nearby, there’d be no doubt what that sound was. Hearing it made him stiffen even harder.
He kept pushing, intent on reaching her soul, and the moan increased in pitch. Her hips rolled as she spread her legs even further. She wasn’t letting him bind her up today.
He wasn’t complaining. She was like a fist as it was.
He stopped, buried deep. ‘All right?’
‘Oh,’ she gasped. ‘Don’t stop.’
He had no plans to.
Working leisurely, he pulled out and thrust back into her. She had no idea what she did to him when she was like this, open and supplicant. Free in her pleasure.
He loved the way she shook and strained when he took her, as if she was fighting for completion. She had none of the airs that some of his previous lovers had; she knew none of the games. The sexual ones, at least. She was just a sensual, breathtaking woman.
He groaned as he pumped into her with excruciating slowness. She was so tight and wet. He knew he was big for her, but her body readied itself in the most natural of ways. And she let it. She didn’t fight her arousal, even though her brain had questions and her morals had reservations.
She did the same to him – made his common sense dim and his internal senses light up.
He knew he was playing with fire, but he liked it.
‘Arch up, baby.’ He squatted a bit lower and felt the burn in his thighs, but when he penetrated her again, the angle brought him right to her core.
The sensation was incredible and it brought a squeal out of her.
One side of the blanket slipped from her grip. It fell to the balcony floor, baring their bodies as they worked and danced together.
‘I can’t get enough of you,’ he panted as he pistoned in and out of her. He wanted to go fast. He wanted to ram deep, but the sensual pace was exquisite. Heart-grabbing. Watching her rock back to take him and seeing his erection disappear into her was making his teeth ache.
His sexy little spy. Had she intended to let it go this far?
She wasn’t used to taking a man this way, he could tell. Her movements were inquisitive and tentative, but she liked being taken from behind. Her body was becoming looser with each deep thrust. Her hips were opening, and her breaths were panting.
He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple tight. She let out a sharp, pleasure-ridden cry.
Off in the distance, a screech owl replied.
The other corner of the blanket hit the deck, and they were one with nature.
