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“Exactly, so don’t fight it. Enjoy what I can do for you, what we can do for each other.” He bent down and sucked the purple bar into his mouth. The metal was warm from her body heat, and he groaned. He swirled his tongue, sucking hard, then tugged on her tender flesh while he continued to stroke the other one through her dress.
He glanced up. “Do you like that? Do you like it when I tug the barbell in that perfect little nipple?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Her fingers were in his hair, and she fisted it almost painfully as she held him to her. She was still fighting it, fighting the way he made her feel. She squirmed, and he knew she was already wet for him. He shoved her dress higher so he could get between her legs.
Spreading her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the couch so he had better access and rubbed his erection against her hot center. “Shit, Alex. You can feel it, can’t you, feel it between your thighs, deep inside, when I suck you into my mouth?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and kept him where she wanted him.
“Yes.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
She nodded, whimpering.
Shit. He sucked harder and ground against her. He could feel her heated flesh through his trousers but resisted the urge to free his dick, shove her panties aside, and fuck her hard right then and there. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to take his time, to savor her.
He palmed her ass and thrust against her, while he squeezed the other breast and gave the bar in his mouth another sharp tug.
She cried out, coming apart in his arms. He wanted to hear his name on her lips, but it was only a matter of time, he’d make sure of it. She yanked his hair again, holding him against her until her cries died and her body went soft and pliant.
He pulled back and looked down at her. So beautiful.
“Next time I plan on watching you when you come.” It took serious self-control, but he lifted her straps back up, pulled her dress down over her thighs, and sat back on his heels.
“We need to get going.”
Cheeks flushed and bottom lip swollen from biting on it, she looked adorable and sexy and confused as hell. She glanced down at the front of his pants and arched a brow.
“You can’t go out in public like that.”
He chuckled, then kissed her lush mouth one more time because he couldn’t stop himself. “I have the drive to get myself under control. Maybe you can take care of it when we get back?”
Yeah, she liked that idea. It was written all over her face, even if she tried to hide it.
She shrugged. “Up to you if you want to go out with a boner like some creepy old perv.”
“I’m only three years older than you.”
Her red lips lifted in a cheeky grin, and his gut twisted.
“Yeah? Well, you look much older.”
He laughed and pulled her off the couch. “Come on, you little deviant. Let’s go get this dinner over with. I’m not close to being finished with you.”
Her smile slipped, and she crossed her arms.
He tugged her closer. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She pushed past him and strode to the door.
“Let’s get this over with.”
He grabbed her hand before she walked out the door without him. He wouldn’t let her put distance between them, not ever again. Tonight, was only the beginning.
He just had to convince her to take a chance and love again.
Chapter Four
