Blush - Nicola Marsh Page 0,3

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“If you’re so concerned about the condition of our skin, why don’t we keep our clothes on?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“You can’t have it both ways.” She trailed a fingernail across his jaw, rasping against the faint stubble that seemed to appear an hour after he shaved. “On or off?”

“Compromise.” He shimmied down her body, raking his teeth over the black silk of her dress until she whimpered. “We take off essentials only.”

Her eyes widened as his hands started at her ankles and slid slowly upward, lingering on the sensitive skin behind her knees, his fingertips caressing the insides of her thighs, before he reached his intended target.

He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her black satin thong and tugged, inching it down over her sensitive skin until she arched.

Only when he’d removed her thong and placed it on his jacket—yeah, practical to the end—did he allow himself to look.

Damn.

Adele lay before him, her legs splayed, her moist folds on full display.

“Fuck,” he murmured, fumbling for his wallet with one hand, unzipping with the other.

“It’s not polite to stare,” she said, smiling up at him with a wantonness at odds with her earlier reticence. And the combination of worldly and innocence spurred him on like nothing else.

“Not staring. Admiring in speechless wonder.”

She smirked. “Typical politician, silky smooth words for every occasion.”

Some of his excitement waned. She hadn’t meant to put a dampener on proceedings but the last thing he needed to be reminded of now was his frigging job.

So he did what he’d always done when faced with an uncomfortable moment. Swallowed his first response. Weighed his words carefully. Put a positive spin on it.

“Guess it’s time for less talk, more action,” he said, slipping a foil packet from his wallet, grateful when he didn’t drop it in the sand.

Yeah, she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

Incredibly stupid, considering he’d bedded his fair share of women. Whether it was the length of time since he’d last had sex or the strangely floundering feeling being with Adele elicited, he had no idea, but this wary edginess was unusual.

He liked sex. Liked the high. Hell, what guy didn’t?

But with Adele staring at him with a mix of concern and tenderness, those nerves of his? Completely shot.

“I’m all for action.” She plucked the foil packet out of his hands and ripped it open. “Come closer.”

Only too happy to obey her command, he scooted closer, holding his breath as she unsnapped the button on his pants and pushed them down.

A low whistle escaped her lips as she delved into his boxers, the first brush of her fingers against his dick making him jerk.

Blood pounded through his veins. He could hear the rhythmic beat in his ears as she freed him.

“Wow,” she said, her gaze fixed on his dick as she rolled the condom on and damned if he’d never seen anything so erotic.

When she reached the base she cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers like a couple of stress balls. Insanely, he had an urge to laugh. Never again would he be able to look at the pair on his desk without remembering this moment.

She slid a finger behind his balls and applied pressure to the skin, making him jump with the stab of intense pleasure.

“Keep that up and we won’t get to the good stuff,” he said, stilling her head and scooting back down her body.

“This is all good.” She propped on her elbows, watching him, as he lifted her skirt again and gazed at nirvana.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he said, a moment before dipping his head to tongue her.

Her hips arched up to meet him and he feasted. Sliding his tongue between her folds, licking her clit, sucking her.

She muttered words he could barely hear, incoherent in her pleasure as she reached for his head, unconsciously guiding him.

Reid wanted to prolong this, wanted to wring every last ounce of sensation out of her, but the longer she made those soft, mewling sounds, the harder it was to hold back.

As she tensed beneath him and arched her hips higher, he picked up the pace, swirling his tongue over her clit, faster and faster until she screamed, tearing out half his hair in the process.

The pain didn’t register. It had nothing on the ache in his balls.

“Need you. Inside me. Now.”

He liked how she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. Intelligent, gorgeous and feisty. A winning combination. One he’d regretfully walk away from in less than an