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Her behind was curvy and he palmed it in his hands. It was almost completely bare.

“Your underwear doesn’t seem to cover much,” he informed her. His fingers slid over her flesh and she swayed again.

“They get the job done,” she murmured.

He trailed slowly along the lace on either side of where her cheeks came together. She dug harder into his shoulders.

“What color are they?” he asked.

“White.”

He followed the line of the fabric over the outside of her hips and trailed around to the front. “And your bra?”

There was a tiny pause before she whispered, breathless, “They match.”

He smiled in the dark. He could easily imagine her in white lace.

The panties rode low, and he knew he was brushing just above her pubic line by the way she shook in his hands.

The next instant, he hooked the lace with his fingers and tugged down.

“Oh.” The sound was a sigh.

His dick throbbed behind his zipper but he ignored its plea. He wanted to feel her first. He wanted to taste her.

The underwear passed her hips, then her thighs, and before he could ask, she was lifting each foot for him to remove the scrap of cloth. When it was free from her, her tossed it over his shoulder in the direction of her jeans.

“Spread your legs.” He touched the backs of his hands to her inner thighs and she jerked. Not away from him, but more like a small spasm. “You okay?” he asked.

“You betcha.” The sound was tight and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m going to taste you now,” he told her.

He felt her body move slightly in a small rhythmic pattern and suspected she was nodding.

“You knew that, didn’t you?”

“I was counting on it.”

He grinned again. He loved her spunk.

With his fingers, he continued his exploration, this time up her inner thighs. She vibrated slightly with each stroke.

“I’m afraid I might fall.” She sounded more matter-of-fact than concerned.

“Hold my head when I bend down.”

“That—”

“I told you. I won’t let you fall.”

“My knees, Lucas,” she said urgently. “I’m not sure I can stand on the bed while you—”

Her words cut off when he touched one finger to her.

“
Oh,
crap
,” she whispered.

“Don’t fall,” he commanded. “I want to taste you like this.”

“I don’t—” She went silent when he spread her and put his mouth to her. When he flicked his tongue back and forth, she gripped his hair. “
Ahhhh
.”

He buried his nose, almost too turned on to continue. She was slippery and hot, and if he wasn’t careful, he would be the one too weak at the knees to stand.

She tilted her hips, seeking more, bumping against him, so he refocused and gave her what she was after. He stroked with his tongue, his fingers. He nudged her with his nose. He used every trick he’d ever learned to drive her right up to the edge, ready to jump.

His thumbs parted her wide once again and he closed his lips over her, sucking gently. She shook in his hands. He gripped her around the thighs so she wouldn’t fall.

“Lucas?” Her hands pressed his head into her.

“What?” he mumbled the word deep in her folds. She tasted tangy and luscious, and he wanted to stay right where he was for days.

“If you don’t stop …” Her words trailed off as her fingers clenched reflexively in his hair.

Like he was going to stop.

He redoubled his efforts, focusing on her engorged flesh, and within seconds he felt her legs stiffen. Her hips clenched and the weight of her shifted as her body arched backward. He put one hand to the small of her back to keep her from falling over, but did not take his mouth off her.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I’m. Oh. God.” She ground out the last word as her orgasm took control of her body.

Lucas held her against him, his thigh muscles and biceps shaking along with her, but he didn’t let up until he felt her weaken. She released one final breathless sound and slumped. Not falling, but he could tell it was only because he held her up.

He straightened, keeping his arms around her and sliding up her body. When he got fully upright, she grunted and dropped her forehead to his shoulder.

His ego ratcheted up a few notches.

“I knew you would be dangerous to my well-being,” she whispered. She turned her face into his neck and hot breaths bathed his skin. “Will you let me down now?”

He shook his head. “Not yet.”

“What?” She lifted her head from his shoulder. He could picture her shooting him a dirty look.

“There’s one more thing I need to do first.”

“Well, I’m not sure there’s one more thing you’re getting out of me right at this moment.”

“Oh yes, there is.”

He turned loose of her and stepped back.

“Lucas?” Her voice jumped an octave. He held his hands up in the space in front of him in case she tumbled forward until he was certain she’d righted herself.

“Don’t fall,” he repeated as he took a small step away. “I’m going to turn the lamp on.”

“Okay.”

“But I need you to do something before I do.” He stepped to the bedside table and put his fingers on the switch.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Take off your shirt.”

Renewed desire coursed through Roni at Lucas’s command. She nodded, though there was no way he could see her in the pitch-black room, then quickly grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.

She tossed it across the room and heard it land with a near-silent
whoosh
.

“Now your bra.”

Her nipples beaded at the thought of stripping for him. She couldn’t believe he’d made her come while she stood on the bed in the dark, but after that, she’d do anything he asked.

“You don’t want to do it?” she asked, just to be sure.

“Not this time.” His voice was low and rough. Controlled. He’d done nothing over the last few minutes to take pleasure of his own, only handing it out. She could only imagine how tightly he was wound.

With anxious fingers, she reached behind her and released the hook. She let the straps slide down over her shoulders and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, cupping herself to keep it from falling all the way off. She closed her eyes at the feel of the lace pulling gently on the little barbell she had through her left nipple.

She must have made a sound because Lucas asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m …” she paused and licked her lips. “I’m taking off my bra.”

“Why is it taking so long?”

She ran her thumb across the jewelry. “Because it feels good.”

A soft groan sounded from about three feet away from her an instant before he turned on the light.

Lucas stared at her, fully dressed, as she stood on top of the bed, her legs still parted and her hands cupping her bra to her. His nostrils flared, reminding her of a bull before it charged a cape-waving matador, and she couldn’t help it, she ran her thumb once more across her nipple.

“Roni?” he spoke very slowly, very deliberately.

She nibbled on her lower lip. “Yes?”

“Don’t move.”

Lucas came back to her and stood where he’d been before. His face was directly in front of her breasts. And that was where he was looking.

Her nipples ached for him to touch them.

“I was wrong,” he said. He lifted his heated gaze. “I want to take it off.”

And darn if she didn’t grow even wetter.

The desire emanating from him was tantalizing. “Should I fasten it back—”

“No.” He shook his head. “You should stay exactly as you are.”

Then he lifted one hand and ran a finger from her left shoulder, down to where the strap lay loosely against her arm.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

All she could do in reply was watch. He seemed transfixed. It was empowering.

Next was his thumb. He stroked it across the top curve of her breast. The barbell twitched against the lace and she groaned in the back of her throat. His eyes turned so dark she was certain they were now black.

“So it’s only one that you have pierced?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Why?” That thumb took another swipe, this time in a downward path, but remained above the lace. He pressed slightly into her skin, causing her nipple to lift behind the cup of her bra. Her knees wobbled and he shot her a quick look. “Don’t fall.”

She shook her head obediently. “I won’t.”

His look was intoxicating. Weakening. But she would make absolutely certain to do nothing to change it. If that meant standing there naked before him all night, then that’s what she would do.

Because the man wasn’t only a good kisser.

He was just good. At everything.

“Why?” he repeated.

“Huh?”

His thumb began sliding slowly over the lace, from her cleavage heading horizontally across the fullest part of her breast. There was only light pressure, making her fight to keep from pushing into him. When he got to the center, he touched her. Right on the tip.

Then held his thumb there, unmoving.

She couldn’t look away. The contrast of his tanned hand against her lighter skin and white bra would have turned her on if she wasn’t already well beyond it. The fact that he touched her directly on her piercing just about did her in.

“Why do you have only the one pierced?” he asked again.

“Oh.” She inhaled deeply and her breast pressed into Lucas’s thumb. His eyes narrowed at the movement. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Because the first one hurt too much.”

Dark eyes flicked up to hers. “Does it hurt now?”

She gave him a slow smile. “Oh, no.”

His thumb moved on and she let out the breath.

“Will you do something for me?” she asked. It occurred to her that they were missing one important piece in their game.

His hand stilled where it had shifted, now tracing over her other breast. “Maybe. Depends on if I
want
to do what you ask or not.”

Before she could voice her request, he tugged down the lace, baring her unpierced nipple. The muscle in his jaw twitched again. Then he leaned forward and lapped his tongue over her and she almost turned loose of herself and her bra and reached for him. She caught herself at the last minute.

Panting breaths had her chest rising and falling when he pulled his head away and looked up at her. “I’ve decided to continue the game from the other night,” he told her. “I do whatever I want.
You
do whatever I want.” He gave her a lazy look and a naughty lift of his lips.

Her nipple remained uncovered, wet from his touch, and she decided that she liked his games. But she wanted to be disobedient for just a minute. She wanted to give her own order. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded.

She needed to get her hands on all those muscles. If he wouldn’t let her touch, she should at least be able to look. He eyed her. She could see him thinking, trying to figure out if that fit into his plans. Finally, he gave a small nod, and a happy whimper slipped from her throat.

He stepped back a few feet and brought his hands to the buttons of his shirt. “Make sure you don’t move.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As his shirt parted, she almost begged him to let her down. She wanted to touch him as he’d done her.

When the cotton dropped to the floor, she touched herself instead.

Her thumb brushed her left nipple.

“You’re moving,” he growled.

“Is that really bad?”

He popped open the top button of his jeans and the sound of the zipper filled her ears. “I suppose I can let that one pass,” he said.

She touched herself again, and couldn’t help a smile when his gaze narrowed in on the movement. Then she moved her other thumb and scraped the side of her nail across that nipple. Lucas yanked off his boots and threw them in the corner.

The next instant he was back in front of her and his mouth was covering her bared breast, capturing her thumb between him and her. She continued moving over herself, mixing in with Lucas’s tongue, groaning when he closed an arm around her hips and crushed her to his hard chest.

Her arms were crossed over her, holding her bra on, and were now trapped between them. His mouth was still busy at her breast.

Just when she thought she was would scream from wanting him to touch her piercing, his hand came up and settled over her. She jolted. His teeth and lips nipped and plucked at her softly on the one side while his thumb and finger mimicked the action on the other, pulling gently against the barbell through the lace.

She went white hot. She wanted his hands everywhere on her, and she wanted her hands doing the same. With an uncontrolled wriggle, she pressed harder against him, wishing she was lower so she could feel his erection against her.

As if to stop her fidgeting—or maybe to encourage more of it—Lucas spread his hand wide on her rear and feathered a finger down her crevice. He reached around until he made contact with her front. When his finger slipped inside her, she cried out and bucked.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I want to touch you. I want my turn.”

Out-of-control eyes turned to her, seeming unfocused. She remained there in front of him, hands cupping herself, not daring to move until he said to. She had never been so turned on in her life, and if he wanted to go a little longer down this path, she would follow along nicely.

But she might continue begging.

Suddenly he gave a quick nod and pulled her bra from her body. He scooped her off the bed and stepped back. When she’d cleared the mattress, she slid down the front of his body.

A guttural sound ripped from both of them as she edged over the denim he hadn’t yet removed and felt him straining against her.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

He set her on her feet and she went to work on his jeans. Shoving them down, she forced herself not to touch him just yet, but couldn’t take her eyes off his size. It may not be the most professional thing for her to go to bed with one of the contestants, but she’d given up professionalism years ago.

She was a breezy beach girl these days. And that meant that if she wanted to spend the next ten days naked with this man every spare second she could find, then that was what she was going to do.

He kicked his jeans from his feet then tugged her with him to the bed.

As she tumbled, she reached out and closed her fingers around him. It was time for him to be tortured.