And oh, my, she felt good.
His tongue danced along her lips again, then, without warning, he tightened his hand in her hair. He tilted her head back, angled his mouth and thrust his tongue inside her mouth.
His teeth scraped her bottom lip, his hands holding her head steady so he could ravage her at will. Her body went hot before everything melted into a molten puddle of pleasure.
Livi almost came then and there.
The kiss was wild.
Tongues dueled, sliding over each other in a sensual dance.
Her heart pounded in time with the fingers she kneaded against his skin. Then, wanting more, she slid her hand under the sleeve of his shirt, her fingernails scraping gently over the rock-hard delight of his bicep.
He angled closer so he was wedged between her thighs. His erection pressed against her belly, even harder than his impressive bicep.
So she did it again. This time, though, she captured his tongue between her lips and sucked while her nails skimmed from shoulder to bicep and up again.
He growled, low and deep.
She thought he’d take her.
She wanted him to.
Livi had never felt such a desperate need, such a deep, clawing desire for a man. She wanted to strip for him, to tear his clothes away. She needed to feel him, all of him, sliding over her body. Into her wet heat.
But instead of taking her, Mitch eased back.
With a long, soothing stroke of his tongue he ended the kiss, then brushed his lips over hers as if he couldn’t quite bear to quit just yet.
“You blow my mind,” he murmured against her cheek.
She felt his deep breath against her ear, a part of her wanting to protest that she wasn’t ready for this to end. She wanted more. She needed to know what else there was.
His hands gripped her waist, lifting her so she was seated on the stack of crates she’d been leaning on.
“Oh,” she breathed.
“Yeah,” he agreed, moving between her thighs. His hands still on her waist, he took her mouth again.
If the last time had been a deluge this was an explosion.
Before, he’d seduced.
Now, he took.
And Livi let him.
Her hands smoothed upward along the muscles of his back before caressing his shoulders. He had incredible shoulders. His tongue played with hers, sliding then plunging, again and again.
Livi’s entire being focused on his mouth. On the feel of his tongue, the glide of his lips.
Then his hands cupped her breasts.
She cried out at his touch, wet heat stabbing low and pooling between her thighs.
He didn’t squeeze. Didn’t rub. He just held her.
Livi squirmed, the need coiling tighter inside of her.
His mouth left hers, skimming her cheek with kisses as light as air. He nuzzled against her ear, his breath warm, before his tongue slid down her throat. Hot, wet and delicious, he buried his face in her shoulder.
Livi moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access.
She was a woman highly in tune with her body.
She worked it, she pushed it. She made her living from it and, for better or worse, was becoming famous for it.
She thought she knew what it would do, how it would react. But as Mitch skimmed his fingers along her thigh, coming teasingly close but not touching her center, she admitted she’d had no clue.
Either that, or he was simply a superhero when it came to turning her on.
Before she could decide which, he pressed his hand against her mound, his fingers hot through the fabric of her unitard.
Livi lost it.
Oh, God.
Everything went black, tiny pinpricks of light flashing behind her eyelids as the pleasure ripped through her, tight and sharp.
Her legs tightened on his hand.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Her mouth melted beneath his.
As the orgasm curled back he changed the kiss. In an instant it went from voracious to soothing as he guided her down.
It was as if he knew her body better than she did.
She’d never had an easy trigger. As much as she liked the idea of sex, she’d rarely been able to relax enough to climax during lovemaking. She hadn’t relaxed with Mitch, either.
But oh, my, had she climaxed.
Fully clothed. She realized he hadn’t shifted a single piece of fabric.
Livi’s mind boggled.
Her body shivered.
Not just at the wonder of what he’d done.
But at the possibilities of what he could do.
“More,” she breathed.
She had to have more.
* * *
DAMN, SHE WAS SWEET.
His body tight, Mitch took a deep breath and grabbed on to control. He’d known she’d taste good, but he’d had no clue she’d taste this good. Be this responsive.
His hands skimmed back up. Grazed her hips, slid over her waist, briefly cupped her breasts. Livi gave a little purr when he touched the soft warmth of her cheeks.
Her body...
He took a deep breath, blown away.
Because her body was simply amazing. Not just because she was built like his every fantasy, but because she was so amazingly responsive. He was a good lover. A damned good one. But he’d never had a woman ignite so fast, explode so intensely, then sigh so sweetly. The combination was addictive. He wanted more. He needed more.
Brushing a soft kiss over her lips, he skimmed his hands down to her shoulders, fingers sliding under her leotard straps. He wanted to push them aside. To pull them down her arms, free those breasts and look his fill.
A part of him, the part that’d been raised to be a gentleman, reminded him they were in a public storeroom and that stripping her naked—even if to worship her body—was pretty tacky.
The rest of him, led by his dick, insisted he could more than make up the tacky setting by offering incredible pleasure.
As if she sensed his internal debate, Livi shifted closer, her tongue sliding along the seam of his mouth like hot velvet.
No question about which part he was going to listen to.
Mitch reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Livi’s. She was delicious, but he wanted to watch the first time he stripped her bare.
His hands slid over her slender shoulders under the fabric. Despite the dim lighting, he could still see the slumberous excitement in her gaze, the glistening temptation of her full lips.
Before he could do more than enjoy the view, there was a loud pounding on the storeroom door.
Livi jumped. He simply turned his head toward the racket.
“Pull your pants up, I’m coming in,” said a female voice.
Since his pants were secure—thanks to his hard-on, so secure he might have trouble unzipping them—Mitch didn’t bother following the instructions.
He did mentally curse Romeo for losing his magical touch.