shriveled. She slid her fingers up and down, then kissed his mouth. “ Penis ,” she whispered against his lips for good measure, feeling both wicked and daring.
His laughter choked off. She’d managed to shock him, and herself too, but in a good way. This was so much more fun than she’d expected. She’d never been this turned on by a man in her life. Knowing this was going nowhere—that they’d never meet at a conference, or work on a project together—was liberating in a way she hadn’t expected.
He swallowed. “I changed my mind. You can say it as much as you like. But we might have to save that for next time. I’m ready to explode as we speak. Now lose the shirt. It’s my turn.”
She peeled it off, taking her time.
“Holy crap. That’s what weapons systems placement designers wear under their clothes?”
Pretty, frilly underwear had always been a weakness of hers. The sexy lingerie gave her more confidence in unfamiliar situations, and Kale, so overwhelmingly male, was about as foreign as anything she’d ever experienced. It was a psychological advantage. But that didn’t change the fact that it worked. His reaction proved the effect wasn’t only on her.
She tossed her tank top to the floor. “Want to see what else we wear under them?”
“Do I ever.” He crooked a finger under the clasp at the front. “I want you to strip for me.”
He was testing her. Seeing how far she’d go. Dirty talk, it seemed, wasn’t going to be enough. It wasn’t for her either. Tonight she planned to be bold.
She pushed off his thighs and stood so she faced him. He stretched his legs out, his erection straining the front of his shorts, his eyes heavy on her as he settled back to watch. She half turned away and undid the clasp of her bra, then slid the straps off her shoulders, one at a time, covering her breasts with an arm. She dropped the bra to the floor and faced him again, cupping her breasts in her hands, inching her fingers apart so her nipples peeped through. Slowly, she lowered her hands.
“You are so fu—freaking beautiful,” he said. “I want to suck on them both. I want to take your sweet ass in my hands and I want to pound my dick in you so hard, you’ll scream my name when you come.”
She tilted her head and looked him up and down. “You think you can make me scream?”
“Baby, I know I can.”
She wriggled out of the yoga pants and kicked them aside. She watched his jaw drop at the sight of the thin scrap of pink thong they’d been hiding. She traced a fingertip over the tiny triangle of lace at the front, then nudged her finger underneath it to touch herself in a way she would never have dreamed of doing with anyone else. He wasn’t walking away from her tomorrow thinking she was a prude.
“This,” she said in the same prim, scholarly tone she’d use at a lecture while fondling her mound with a sweep of her thumb, “is called a mons veneris . It’s all yours if you want it.”
“I do. And I think I’ll unwrap it myself. It’s time I did some touching.”
He caught her hips with his hands and drew her toward him until he had her trapped between his thighs. The coarse blond hairs on his legs rubbed against her skin, already sensitive with anticipation. He hooked his thumb in the strings of her thong and slid the panties out of the way. He eased a finger into her damp folds, stroking until he had her breathless.
“Oh my God.” Irina grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. She closed her eyes. Heat scorched through her frame, leaving her trembling with need. “More. I want more.”
His smile was one of pure, male self-satisfaction. “That’s not my name. Let’s hear you say it.”
“Kale.” She clutched him tighter. His finger moved in and out. Any second now she was going to orgasm. She bit her lip, trying to hold back.
“Louder.”
“ Kale .”
“And what do you want from me?”
She opened her eyes and met his in the semidarkness. “I want you to make
His laughter choked off. She’d managed to shock him, and herself too, but in a good way. This was so much more fun than she’d expected. She’d never been this turned on by a man in her life. Knowing this was going nowhere—that they’d never meet at a conference, or work on a project together—was liberating in a way she hadn’t expected.
He swallowed. “I changed my mind. You can say it as much as you like. But we might have to save that for next time. I’m ready to explode as we speak. Now lose the shirt. It’s my turn.”
She peeled it off, taking her time.
“Holy crap. That’s what weapons systems placement designers wear under their clothes?”
Pretty, frilly underwear had always been a weakness of hers. The sexy lingerie gave her more confidence in unfamiliar situations, and Kale, so overwhelmingly male, was about as foreign as anything she’d ever experienced. It was a psychological advantage. But that didn’t change the fact that it worked. His reaction proved the effect wasn’t only on her.
She tossed her tank top to the floor. “Want to see what else we wear under them?”
“Do I ever.” He crooked a finger under the clasp at the front. “I want you to strip for me.”
He was testing her. Seeing how far she’d go. Dirty talk, it seemed, wasn’t going to be enough. It wasn’t for her either. Tonight she planned to be bold.
She pushed off his thighs and stood so she faced him. He stretched his legs out, his erection straining the front of his shorts, his eyes heavy on her as he settled back to watch. She half turned away and undid the clasp of her bra, then slid the straps off her shoulders, one at a time, covering her breasts with an arm. She dropped the bra to the floor and faced him again, cupping her breasts in her hands, inching her fingers apart so her nipples peeped through. Slowly, she lowered her hands.
“You are so fu—freaking beautiful,” he said. “I want to suck on them both. I want to take your sweet ass in my hands and I want to pound my dick in you so hard, you’ll scream my name when you come.”
She tilted her head and looked him up and down. “You think you can make me scream?”
“Baby, I know I can.”
She wriggled out of the yoga pants and kicked them aside. She watched his jaw drop at the sight of the thin scrap of pink thong they’d been hiding. She traced a fingertip over the tiny triangle of lace at the front, then nudged her finger underneath it to touch herself in a way she would never have dreamed of doing with anyone else. He wasn’t walking away from her tomorrow thinking she was a prude.
“This,” she said in the same prim, scholarly tone she’d use at a lecture while fondling her mound with a sweep of her thumb, “is called a mons veneris . It’s all yours if you want it.”
“I do. And I think I’ll unwrap it myself. It’s time I did some touching.”
He caught her hips with his hands and drew her toward him until he had her trapped between his thighs. The coarse blond hairs on his legs rubbed against her skin, already sensitive with anticipation. He hooked his thumb in the strings of her thong and slid the panties out of the way. He eased a finger into her damp folds, stroking until he had her breathless.
“Oh my God.” Irina grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. She closed her eyes. Heat scorched through her frame, leaving her trembling with need. “More. I want more.”
His smile was one of pure, male self-satisfaction. “That’s not my name. Let’s hear you say it.”
“Kale.” She clutched him tighter. His finger moved in and out. Any second now she was going to orgasm. She bit her lip, trying to hold back.
“Louder.”
“ Kale .”
“And what do you want from me?”
She opened her eyes and met his in the semidarkness. “I want you to make
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