“How about we discuss it afterwards,” she suggested, coming to a halt outside the stable block.
“Afterwards?” He frowned. “After what?”
“You know that feeling you get right after a particularly satisfying victory?’
Easing onto one hip, he rested a fist next to her face on the barn door. “I’m sure if I’ve forgotten, you’ll remind me.”
Sliding the bolt free, she backed her way into the heavily shadowed silence of the stables. Reaching for his hands, she drew him with her.
Their faces were close—far too close for his determination to distance himself from Amber to count for a flying fuck. She was right about victory sending his testosterone levels into orbit.
Nuzzling Amber’s face was exquisite torture. Her scent, the soft noises she made, all of it drove him insane. He breathed her in and teased her with almost-kisses. He held back as long as he could, while she drew him deeper into the barn to where hay motes were drifting above a pile of clean bedding.
“Multitasking again?” he murmured when she let go of his hand to start undoing the buttons down her shirt.
“Something I’m getting good at,” she agreed, leading him on. “How’s your plan to avoid me going so far, Alexei?”
“My plan?” Her look told him not to mess with her. “Not so well,” he admitted, curving a smile.
~o0o~
Sex with a tousle-haired, hunky polo player fresh from the game in grubby breeches—if this was the last time they made love, she’d make it count. “I need you to hold me.” Alexei’s eyes darkened as she took off her shirt and then her bra. “I need to feel you hot and hard against me.”
“I need a shower.”
“No. You’re perfect as you are,” she argued.
Stepping forward, she pulled his black team shirt with the bloodred initials of the team embroidered on the breast pocket out of his breeches and slipped her hands underneath. Closing her eyes, she explored. He was hot from the game and hard from the constant exercise. He was big and he was tall, and powerful beyond belief. And she wanted him. It was like a madness clawing inside her. Standing on tiptoes, she drew his shirt over his head. Alexei had to dip his head, or she wouldn’t have been able to reach. She stood back and stared at him half-naked. He was magnificent. His wound had almost healed now. It was just a faint ridge beneath her fingers. He was everything she had ever dreamed a man should be, but so much more. And his breeches fit so snugly, she could see exactly how much he wanted her. “That must be uncomfortable,” she remarked dryly.
“It is,” he assured her.
“Why don’t I help you?” She reached for the fastening on his breeches.
His cock sprang free, proud and glistening. “You go commando in a match? Isn’t that dangerous?” She had imagined that, like other sportsmen, he’d wear a box or some other form of protection.
“I have to feel the horse responding beneath me,” he explained. “I want as little as possible to come between me and my ponies, so they know what I need from them.”
She felt exactly the same way. Sinking to her knees in front of him, she drew him deep into her mouth. He tasted so good, so familiar. She traced the thrusting length of him with her tongue, and then brought him deeper into her mouth. He was too big for her to close her mouth around him, but she could taste him, lave him, and suck him until he groaned.
“You’re mine,” she said then, looking up.
Alexei replied by swinging her into his arms and dropping her on the deep bed of hay. “Clothes off,” he commanded softly.
She turned her back on him and took her time. She couldn’t resist flaunting her buttocks, neatly displayed in a flimsy lace thong.
Dropping down at her side, Alexei appreciatively stroked the curve of her bottom. The delicacy of his touch drove her crazy. Needing so much more, she arched her back.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“But very naughty,” she said.
“Don’t I know it,” he agreed.
Still with her back turned to him, she parted her legs a little more. Dipping down low enough to rest her cheek against the hay, she made sure that Alexei’s view of how hungry he’d made her couldn’t be better.
“Greedy must wait,” he murmured.
“Not this time, Alexei.”