My Double Life: Wild and Wicked by Joanne Rock Page A

tossing from side to side the closer he got to her sex. Setting aside the condom packet, he kept on kissing her. The tops of her thighs. The slick folds between them.
    Her ragged cry filled his ears as he tasted her, his tongue flicking deeper and deeper.
    She orgasmed in seconds, a surprised gasp his only warning before she twisted beneath him, her whole body undulating with the force of her response. He kept on going, absorbing every shudder, her thighs shifting restlessly over his shoulders until his whole body screamed with the need to take her.
    By the time he found the condom and rolled it on, her eyes were wide and unfocused.
    “Wow,” she murmured, her hands running over his chest as he stretched over her. “Just...wow.”
    “I could say the same about you. Seeing you this way?” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “You blow my mind.”
    Stretching over her, he nudged her thighs wider with his knee, stroked back her hair from her damp forehead, and eased inside her. Fully. Deeply.
    The hot clamp of her around him was perfect, with the aftershocks of her release gently pulsing around him. She locked her arms around his neck, her gaze focused on him while her body let him know how much he pleasured her. That soft squeeze had to be the most incredible aphrodisiac ever. She was so ready for him he thought he’d lose it then and there. He had to close his eyes and wait a second.
    When he’d steeled himself for the feel of her, he wrapped her in his arms and started to move, wishing he had more to give her this time. But he’d been too focused on work to date anyone, let alone have great sex.
    And who the hell was he kidding? He couldn’t last for her because she’d become his fantasy woman. Smart and savvy, sexy and seductive. He ground his teeth against the feelings, but then another climax hit her and he was powerless to hold back. The rocking of her hips against him, combined with the sexy moan that tore from her lips, totally undid him.
    He shouted. Gripped the headboard. Lost himself in her.
    Sex had never been like this. Not with anyone. Courtney was his hottest fantasy come to life. Utterly uninhibited. So totally his . He wasn’t quite sure what had happened between them, but together they’d unleashed a kind of sexual chemistry most guys only dreamed of.
    When he recovered enough to remember his own name and roll off her, he wondered if he could talk her into spending the night. He wanted her—again and again—but didn’t want to be presumptuous. What if she didn’t feel that same connection that he did? He didn’t have much of anything to offer her except a good time. His feud with his father was an ugly mess and he refused to involve anyone else in it.
    Besides, recovering his position in Hollywood was going to take all his focus over the next couple of years. Dating—and all the guesswork that came with figuring out what women wanted—was not something he had time for.
    He didn’t want to give her false hope for a future. When he cracked open an eye to face her, though, she had a wry smile on her face. A wicked gleam in her eyes.
    “Guess you didn’t need a lap dance, did you?”
    * * *
    “C OURTNEY ?”
    I was just leaving dance class three days later when Natalie followed me out of the studio, the thunk, thunk of her crutches making it tough for her to sneak up on anyone. I paused near the juice bar at the main entrance, glad to see her. She hadn’t been teaching classes since her injury—the ankle had been dislocated, not just sprained—but she still came into work to oversee things.
    Today, she wore a pink sarong over her black dance leotard, her blond hair tucked into such a neat bun that she looked like the ballerina she used to be. Well, aside from the henna tattoo of a thorny vine around her neck.
    “Hi!” I felt like throwing my arms around her because I was happy. Absurdly happy. I hadn’t seen Trey since we’d spent the night at his place, but we’d texted and