Master of the Game (Rush Series Book 3) (6 page)

Without
taking her glazed brown eyes off his, she stepped back and raised her blouse up
over her head and tossed it aside. She was comfortable with her body. She was
comfortable with him
seeing
her body.
She’d had sex with a couple of guys before, the first time being during her
first year at UF. It had been a dismal display of unfulfilled groping and
totally uninspired. The second had been after she’d first come back home. He’d
been a friend of Roman’s, but now he was one of her tormentors. He was a little
older and while it had been obvious he was more experienced than her first, it,
too, had left her wanting. Regardless, she wanted to feel and not think… if
only for a little while.

When
she lowered her hands to unfasten her jeans, Alex moved swiftly to her and
grasped her face in his hands. He wanted this woman, had wanted her all night.
He refused to continue analyzing what had brought her to this decision. With
impatient lips, he plundered her mouth, once again not seeming to be able to
get enough of the taste of her. With the slightest of pressure, she opened her
lips to his and he darted his tongue into her mouth. The slick slide of tongue
against tongue was an erotic sensation. She lifted her hands up to his chest
and began to unbutton his shirt.

He lowering
his lips to follow the curve
of her neck, sliding his tongue along the vein protruding there. He reached
behind her and unfastened her bra. Her skin was soft underneath the roughness
of his fingertips. She groaned when he allowed his fingers to skid across her
breasts. Her nipples tightened into small pebbles of intense sensitivity. With
her breathing ragged and
movements
jerky, she fumbled
the rest of his buttons out of their corresponding holes and finally his shirt
was opened to her impatient hands. His bare chest and stomach were just as
muscular and trim as the rest of him. She ran exploring hands over the exposed
areas. She heard him suck in air when her hands reached his tensed stomach
muscles. She pressed her lips against the muscular planes of his chest and ran
her tongue along the underside of his collarbone.

He
lowered his hands down to the waistband of her jeans and quickly unfastened
them before slipping them away from her body, her panties lowering with them.
He ran his exploring fingers over her bared bottom, and she trembled against
him.

“I need
you now,” she murmured when he raised his lips back up to hers.

Alex
understood the need… the desire to forget something – hell, he’d invented it.
He didn’t know what she needed to forget… and right then, he didn’t care. And
while it probably should have bothered him that her need had more to do with
that than with him, the feel
 
of her
silky skin pressed hotly against his caused him not to care.

“Okay,”
he rasped against her skin, as he tore at the fastening of his jeans, kicking
off his shoes simultaneously. He reached into his wallet and withdrew a condom
before kicking his pants aside. He sheathed himself before pushing her gently,
face front up against the cool plane of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He pressed
the warmth of his body against her backside, the contrast causing crazy things
to happen to her psyche. She felt the hard length of his erection pressed
against the dip in her back. He grabbed her hands and pressed them palm flat
against the mirror and pushed back slightly. They both stood for a moment and
took in the sight before them. He met her eyes in the reflective glass as he
bent and licked and sucked against the salty skin of her neck seeking the vein
he’d watched at the doorway. The directness of his gaze made it nearly
impossible for her look away. She tipped her head to one side to provide him
the greatest access, the curtain of her hair swaying between them.

In her
periphery, she watched as he slid his hands down her soft sides, the roughness
of them sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t contain the sharp inhale
of breath when she watched his hands slide over the flat planes of her stomach
until they dipped lower and lower, painfully, slow. Inside her head, she begged
him to hurry and reach their destination, but as if he could read her mind and
wanted to torment her, his hands slowed. She sucked in a ragged breath when his
hand dipped for just an instant and skimmed against her pulsating core of burning
need before gliding them back up and wrapping them around the lush orbs of her
breasts.

“You’re
driving me loco,” she lamented.

He
grinned as he bit gently into the space between her neck and her shoulder. He
twisted the darker tips of her breasts gently between his fingers. His body
tightened when he heard her whisper,
dios
. He watched them pucker in the mirror and felt himself
harden even further. With a growl, he slid his hands down to her hips and
pulled them back to him. Sliding his hands down her arms, he wrapped his hands
around her wrists and raised them and placed them around his neck backwards, so
that her arms were raised basically over her head and her breasts pushed
forward. He nuzzled his lips against her hair until he reached her ear.

“Don’t
let go,” he whispered in a tone which didn’t bode for any argument.

A
shudder ran through her at his demand as well as the feel of his lips against
the shell of her ear. She found she like the command in his tone. It spoke of
his confidence and assuredness to guide them through the delicate maze of
desire and passion. She closed her eyes when he brushed the back of his fingers
down her body.

“Open
your eyes and keep them on the mirror,” he commanded softly.

Her
mouth went dry at his authority. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he lowered
himself beneath her slightly and gently guided his massive shaft toward the
scorching center of her body. He groaned at the slickness he found there. In
one quick plunge he entered her quickly and rose all the way into her depths.
He closed his eyes as she encased him, the feeling so exquisite. He pulled her
back into him until her head rested against his upper chest. With slow and even
movements, he rocked into her while both of them watched the coupling in the
mirror.

Devon
knew she should probably have been scandalized by watching herself and this man
she’d picked up in a bar have sex in front of the mirror, but she found herself
strangely turned on by it. She watched the play of his muscles as he lowered
then raised them as he filled her over and over again. She watched as his hands
slid silkily up and down her curves and groaned.

Alex
stared as her eyelids lowered to mere slits as the sensation of their
intertwined bodies began to overwhelm her. When she groaned and her lips opened
to form a small circle, he began to shove harder and faster into her heated and
pulsating body. He couldn’t believe this passionate and responsive woman was
the same woman whose body language had screamed apprehension just moments ago.

Emotions
of every kind began to swamp her. Her body was beyond sensitive and everywhere
he touched seemed to be intensified exponentially. Her heart was racing and her
breathing rasped through her suddenly dry lips. It seemed all her moisture had
gathered where their bodies merged, with the exception of the sweat which was
sliding down from underneath the weight of her hair at her neck. Against her
back, she could feel the slickness of his sweat as well.

She felt
the tendrils of panic begin to encompass her as all the sensations became too
much. She began to pant as she struggled to contain her riotous emotions. Her
body began to tighten at every touch… every slide… every movement. Her vision
blurred and she blinked furiously, not wanting to miss a moment of the show in
front of her. Finally, the dam broke, and a feeling like the rush of water down
a stream which runs over dry, barren rocks for the first time, ran over her
body causing her to buck against him with her own rhythm.

She
cried out, “Dios,
mio
.
Dios
mio
.
Dios
mio
.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh,
God
.”
 

For the
first time since they’d met, she wished she knew his name. She wanted to
connect to him on every conceivable level. This type of intensity was so deeply
intimate and
profound,
it seemed sacrilegious in a way
to experience it as total strangers. The tears she’d held at bay broke through
as the veil between her physical self and her internal self was torn away.

He
watched her fall apart before him. He slid his arms around her and crossed his
arms over her chest, placing a hand over each of her shoulders for leverage as
he truly began to pound into her body. Her quivering body in front of him
excited him beyond all belief and reason.

“Hold
on, Little Devil. I’m almost there,” he gusted against her ear. He thrust into
her two more times and then his release erupted from his body. He continued to
move within her and she muttered several phrases in Spanish too low for him to
hear. When he finally stilled, his breathing was ragged, his body spent. He
moved his arms down to encircle her waist as she sagged against him, breathing
as if she’d run a marathon. Stiffly, she allowed her arms to fall from around
his neck.

He
pressed kisses against her sweat-dampened neck and shoulder. As if she were a
child, he rocked them side-to-side comfortingly. “Oh, baby,” he murmured.

She’d
closed her eyes when he’d really begun to push toward the end. But now, she
allowed them to flutter open. She met his gleaming ocean-green eyes and
returned his grin. “That was pretty fabulous – much better than Disney World,”
she said softly.

“
That
is an understatement,” he declared
with a salacious laugh. “Let’s go shower,” he said as he gently removed himself
from her body.

With
one last look in the mirror, she turned with him and walked into the bathroom.
She waited until he adjusted the water and stepped into the shower enclosure.
She pulled the shower door closed behind her and by the time she turned toward
him, he had a bar of the hotel soap lathering between his palms. “Come here,”
he demanded softly.

She
stepped closer to him and closed her eyes when he began to run his soap slicked
hands over her skin, a satisfied groan wafting from her lips. She grinned when
she heard him chuckle. She’d not known sex could be like that. Being able to
watch had made it even more sensual. It was nearly a spiritual experience. He
pushed her under the spray and allowed the water to pound against her body. She
stepped under the water fully and soaked her hair. He handed her a small
shampoo bottle. When she’d put the shampoo in her hair, he brushed her hands
aside and massaged her scalp with his strong fingers. She
sighed
her pleasure. From behind her, she felt him harden and become rigid once again.
She couldn’t help herself from rubbing against him. Excitement formed a tight
ball in her belly.

“Little
Devil, you’re begging for trouble,” he whispered as he stroked himself against
her body.

“Bring
it, Cowboy,” she replied with a laugh.

In a
tone that made her melt, he demanded, “Rinse your hair,
then
place both hands against the wall.”

She
complied by stepping up under the spray of water and allowing the shampoo to
rush out of her hair and then circle the drain. When she was done, she lifted
her head but didn’t raise her hands to the wall.

“Was I
not clear?” he asked with humor in his voice.

Still
she hesitated.

Encircling
her waist, he splayed his fingers and slid them down until they reached the
intersection of her legs. Slipping two fingers into her, he murmured from
behind, “You’ll get what you want if you do as I ask.”

“
Ummm
, would you mind terribly if I faced you this time? I
have this fantasy of you over me…” she trailed off as her faced flushed beet
red beneath her naturally tanned skin.

His
hands stilled at her words. “Oh, Little Devil,” he rasped. Without another
word, he leaned forward and shut the water off before practically dragging her
from the shower. Briskly, he toweled them off and hurried her back into the
room. She laughed when he threw her on the bed. She scurried up to lean against
the headboard. She watched as he dug two condoms out of his pants.

“This
is all I got,” he said with a salacious grin.

“Then
make it count, Cowboy,” she replied.

He
threw his head back and laughed heartily. He couldn’t ever remember enjoying
sex as much as this.
This little vixen, with the sexy smile
and body to match.
He could barely wait to be inside her again. He felt
as if he’d gone weeks without sex instead of just having pulled out of her less
than an hour before. Twisting his lips wryly, he climbed up on the bed and
lumbered up to her. He captured both ankles, one in each of his hands, and
yanked her gently, but firmly down. Rising up over her, he kissed her long and
deep. He licked his tongue against hers and she felt herself melting back into
the sensual slide of heart-pounding passion.

He
grabbed her wrists in one hand and raised them over her head. He bent his head
and licked against her sensitive nipples causing
goosebumps
to rise up on her still damp flesh. Placing his knee between her legs, he slid
them apart as he kissed his way back to her mouth. He plunged his tongue at the
same moment he plunged his rigid shaft into her quivering opening. She arched
up into him and murmured once again, “Dios
mio
.”