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Getting Hotter

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He peered through the crack in the door, hot lust clamping over his groin like an iron fist when he saw what Miranda was up to.

She was naked just as he’d ordered, her long, golden limbs sprawled on the puffy white comforter. She lay in the ultimate pinup girl pose, with one arm crooked behind her head, her legs parted and a knee propped up, providing him with a candid view of her delectable pu**y. Her eyes were closed, her perfect br**sts rising and falling with each breath she took. She was stroking herself, but he could tell it wasn’t a race to the finish. More of an idle exploration, fingers lightly brushing her clit and gliding up and down her slit.

As his c**k thickened beneath his towel, he stepped into the bedroom without making a sound. Miranda didn’t stir and her eyes remained shut. He would’ve loved to announce his presence by latching his mouth on her clit, but the bedroom door decided to betray his presence—it creaked the second he started to close it.

Miranda’s eyes snapped open and her fingers quit stroking as she gasped in surprise.

He grinned. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Holy shit, Seth. I didn’t even hear the water stop. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”

She looked more impressed than upset. “That’s a mighty useful skill to have, Masterson. Maybe I should become a SEAL so I can learn to sneak up on people like that.”

Seth flipped the lock and closed in on the bed, pausing at the foot of it. “Did you get all the recital details squared away?” he asked.

“Sure did.”

“What about the ass**le’s daughter? Is she going to dance in the show?”

“She is, but Catherine’s mother said her ex-husband is out of town, so he won’t make it.” Miranda snorted. “I think Porter’s just too much of a wuss to face me.”

“After you dumped him on your first date, you mean?”

“Funny.”

“I thought so.” He toyed with the edge of his towel. “You know, I never got to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“That I was right. I told you that slimebag wanted you.” He lifted his brows, daring her to defy him. “So let’s hear you say it, babe.”

After a long pause, she yielded to him. “You were right, Seth.”

As much as he liked hearing those words come out of her mouth, he hated the thought of some sleazebag lusting over Miranda. A streak of possessiveness shot through him, followed by a rush of anger that sizzled in his bloodstream. His gaze gravitated to the luscious female body stretched out on the bed before him, and suddenly the only thought that registered in his head was mine. This woman was his.

His fingers trembled as he reached for his towel again. He let the soft terry cloth drop to the floor, enjoying the lust that flared in Miranda’s eyes.

“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said roughly.

She was off the bed and scrambling to her knees in a nanosecond.

Smiling, he twined a strand of her hair around his finger and said, “Eager much?”

“Very much,” she murmured. And then she opened her mouth, and his blood burned hot. Fuck, that was sexy.

Without a word, he guided his erection to her waiting mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and made a soft humming noise that vibrated along his flesh and made his balls tingle.

“That’s nice,” he muttered when she delicately licked a circle around the crown of his cock. “Keep teasing me, baby.”

She kept teasing. Tongue darting out only to quickly retreat. Lips closing over his tip only to flit away before he could thrust deep.

Her fingers stroked his aching balls, her loose brown hair brushing his thighs and tickling his knees. He tangled his hands in that silky hair, but he didn’t take control of the encounter, no matter how badly he wanted to push all the way to the back of her throat and f**k her mouth until he came.

“I love your cock.” Her breathy whisper heated his shaft, which was slick with saliva and precome.

“That’s good, because my c**k loves you,” he rasped.

She laughed before getting to her feet. She gently stroked his erection, laying her other palm directly over his left pec. “Your heart’s racing,” she noted.

“Are you surprised? You’re getting me pretty excited here.”

Miranda squeezed the tip of his cock, and another clear drop of fluid seeped out. She rubbed her thumb over it and smiled. “Hmmm. You are excited.”

His hands, which had been idle until now, cupped her bare br**sts and did some squeezing of their own. When he toyed with her ni**les, getting them nice and stiff, Miranda responded with a sharp intake of breath. Then he pinched those distended buds, eliciting another gasp.

“You like a little bit of pain?” He studied her passion-glazed eyes.

She nodded wordlessly.

Intrigued, he bent to capture one nipple with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tip, then grazed it with his teeth, taking a gentle bite. Miranda jerked in surprise, then moaned when he soothed the sting by rubbing his lips over that pretty pink pearl.

“Do that again,” she begged.

Pure male satisfaction coursed through his blood. Chuckling, he repeated the process on her other nipple, summoning the same excited response. He moved a hand between her legs and discovered that she was wetter than she’d ever been. Oh yeah.

As he teased her entrance with the tip of his finger, Miranda kept jacking his erection, her strokes lazy, tender.

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