My Double Life: Wild and Wicked by Joanne Rock

her shoulders, her finger twisting idly around one lock as she stared up at him like his personal sex goddess. He was about to shed his clothes when he remembered the only condoms in the house were upstairs.
    Damn it.
    “Come on.” He urged her to her feet, careful not to look at her directly. The sight of her mostly undressed would only slow him down when he needed to move fast. “We have to get to my bedroom.”
    “That’s okay—” she began.
    “Condoms,” he shot back, knowing that explained everything.
    “Right.” She was on his heels as he reached the top of the stairs, her bare breasts brushing his back until he had no choice but to stop and pin her to the nearest wall. Fill his hands with those gorgeous breasts and trace circles around the taut crests with his tongue. He teased one and then the other until she gasped for air. Only then did he let her go, leading her into the master suite.
    He crossed the bedroom floor and released her hand as they neared the bed. He dug in the nightstand drawer. Finally, he had the box in his hand and then a foil packet ready. He laid it on the pillow before he turned back to her.
    Gave in to the temptation to look at her.
    She had her arms crossed over her breasts, a half-hearted effort to cover herself. Instead, the gesture framed the creamy lushness, making his mouth water.
    “You were about to get naked, remember?” she prompted, her eyes wandering over him. Lingering at hip-level.
    “Right.” He slid off his jeans and boxers, freeing himself from the strangle of denim.
    Not a second too soon. He pulled Courtney into his arms, slanting a kiss over her lips that quickly turned carnal. She flexed her fingers into his back, nails lightly scoring his skin as she met each thrust of his tongue. Soft mewls in the back of her throat were his undoing, the needy sound echoing everything he felt. Everything he wanted.
    He unfastened the front clasp of her bra and let the material fall away completely. In the rays of late-afternoon sunlight slanting through wooden blinds, she looked like a film noir heroine, her curvy body pale and perfect.
    “Please,” she gasped with a quiet desperation he hadn’t expected. “I don’t want time to think. I just want to feel.”
    She sealed her soft curves against him and kissed him with an abandon he recognized from her dancing. For a split second, he wondered if he should wait. Explore that comment. But he was so far beyond waiting that the thought evaporated under the play of her mouth on his.
    He hooked a finger in the lace trim of her underwear and tugged it down long, lean legs. She stepped out of the panties and quickly returned to his arms, her forehead bowed into his shoulder.
    “Are you okay?” He tipped her chin up, scanning her face for clues to her mood.
    She was a dizzying mix of that spunky dancer he’d seen on stage and the hesitant financial researcher with smoldering eyes. Which woman was real?
    “Today is like a dream,” she whispered. “I don’t want it to end.”
    He cupped her cheek, her delicate jaw fitting in his hand. Suddenly he wanted to wrap her up and take care of her. She’d gotten under his skin so fast it scared him, but he wasn’t quitting this now.
    “So we’ll keep on dreaming,” he whispered back to her, brushing his thumb over her cheek and back down to her full lower lip. “This is just the beginning.”
    A half smile kicked up one side of her lips.
    Lifting her off her feet, he laid her on his bed, her dark hair spilling across the white pillow. He kissed his way down from her mouth to the soft hollow of her throat, the elegant arch of her neck and shoulder.
    When he reached the valley between her breasts, he licked a path south. Stalled around her navel so he could trace the indent with his tongue. She smelled so clean. Like soap and lemons, maybe.
    And then the condom passed from her hand to his. But she tasted too good to stop what he was doing, her hips rocking into the bed, her head