Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
She was going to give him anything—everything—he wanted tonight.
Alejandro straightened and smiled down at her. That expression captured her, but he enthralled her when he slid his fingers into her hair, scattering the pins holding her French twist everywhere, and ravaged her mouth.
Need, impatience, aggression, the promise of unbelievable sex—it was all there in his kiss. His tongue stroked hers and stoked the fires licking inside her, sending her higher and higher.
Alejandro had barely touched anything below her waist and already she felt screamingly close to orgasm. He’d already brought her closer to the pinnacle than any of her other previous lovers. Damn, what would happen if—when?—he laid her down on that sumptuous bed and covered her body with his? When he filled her up with every inch he taunted her with even now as he rocked against her?
Panting, mewling, Shanna grabbed his face with clutching fingers and pressed her lips harder against his. God, it was stupid and dangerous…and she ached to find out just how good he really was.
5
Shanna panted, clinging to Alejandro when he lodged his thigh between hers and urged her to swivel her hips against him.
Thick bolts of need speared her belly, slicing down her legs. Her blood turned thick. The wanton within her demanded more.
She wasn’t the Bitch of the Ballroom tonight. She was just a female surrendering to the hot sensations her lover’s touch roused. How it happened, she didn’t know. Why now and with this man, in this situation, was a mystery, too. But for once, she felt like a woman. Not just an athlete, a dancer, or a competitor. Just a woman in touch with her sexuality.
Orgasm approached hard and fast. Tension built between her legs. Heat fractured her thoughts. She moaned, feeling Alejandro’s hands at her hips, urging her on, and Del’s hot stare burning her back.
As she climbed up, up, Alejandro lifted his mouth from hers and sent her a deliciously wicked smile. God, the man could melt steel with that look. And she was nowhere near that solid.
“You ache.” He didn’t ask; he stated.
“Yes.”
“You are wet.”
No doubt, he felt her wet folds through the thin fabric of his slacks, and the friction it provided was driving her out of her mind.
“Yes.”
Then he reached around her, lifted her skirt to her waist , and gliding rough palms over her bare ass. Shanna knew Del could see her cheeks and the delicate white thong bisecting them. She swore she could feel his stare burning her backside. And she knew it affected him because he groaned.
That sound reached between her legs and jolted her. Why it turned her on so much to turn Del on she couldn’t explain. And she didn’t want to know. Tomorrow, she’d likely be mortified. Tonight, she just didn’t care.
“Do you like knowing that Del is eating up your ass with his hungry gaze?” Ali rasped in her ear. “That he’s so hard for you and would kill to be in my place right now?”
Shanna couldn’t help it; she whimpered.
“That’s right. But he will not touch you. He will watch and he will want, but I will take every sinful pleasure your body has to offer.”
The man knew how to talk to her. With a few choice words, he utterly unwound her.
Then he tugged on the tie securing the skirt around her waist and, slipped the last button free. Her skirt fluttered to the stage. Now she wore nothing but her very damp thong.
He lowered his hands to her hips again, forcing her sex down on his thigh once more. To the music, they swayed, his impressive erection brushing her belly, inciting more hunger. Her need to come grew, expanded until she was moaning, muttering words of nonsense and need.
“Please. Please!”
“I will give you all you can take. Then, querida, I will give you more.”
He barely finished whispering the promise when he bent her back over his arm, arching her breasts up so he could feast on them again. Her nipples were so hard under his tongue, and no matter how he licked, suckled, bit, she only wanted more.
To be so lost in the moment, in the sensation, stunned and amazed Shanna. For all the times she’d wondered if she was “normal” because she didn’t respond to a man’s touch, she now had her answer. She responded to Alejandro. To Del standing now, his eyes on her. To the forbidden burn of everything they night transpire tonight.
Still bent over Alejandro’s arm, Shanna locked her stare with Del’s, to entice him with what he couldn’t have. And though the room was upside down from this vantage, she could not miss the small crowd filing in. Men. More than five, less than a dozen, they all had tense bodies, hot eyes.
“Fuck, she’s hot,” murmured a total stranger.
Del stood in the middle of them, fists clenched at his sides. “She is that.”