shower, and his stuff was sitting on my vanity next to my toothpaste. Since looking at his “boy” stuff mingling with my “girl” stuff made me kind of giddy, I joined him in the shower and tried to forget my stupid girlie thoughts.
Mathias looked amazing wet. I moved my hands up and over his back before he turned and pulled me under the water. The level of intimacy startled me. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever allowing someone so close. He was in my shower, using my soap, and in my life. Where would this take me?
I stretched underneath his hands and turned my head so that I could watch him. The scented oil I’d pulled from the bathroom had saturated the room with a soft lavender mixed with musk. I’d bought the oil during a weak moment in a salon a few weeks back when Mercy had talked me into spending a Saturday being tortured in the name of beauty.
“Turn over.”
I rolled onto my back and sighed. “I haven’t had a massage like this in years.”
“You need to relax more often.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across my lips before he grabbed the bottle and drizzled a thin line of oil down between my breasts to my belly button. “The first time I saw you on Monday afternoon you were leaving the gallery. Hands full, talking on your cell phone, and dragging along a briefcase on wheels. I had profiles on everyone at the gallery, so I knew who you were. I couldn’t, however, figure out why you were working yourself to death.”
“I’m in a new position.”
“One that you wouldn’t be in if you hadn’t already impressed the hell out of a lot of people.” He slid astride my hips, his erect cock brushing against my stomach as he did. “I see calculation in your eyes now. As if you’re planning something.”
I laughed. The only thing that was really on my mind was an unusual urge to suck his cock. To be honest, sucking a man’s cock had never been high up on my list of things I love to do. “I’m totally relaxed.”
“Hmmm, so you say.” He spread the oil over my breasts and then down my rib cage. “I have a feeling that you rarely allow your mind to relax.”
He was making me stupid. I couldn’t imagine he thought I was even capable of having a coherent thought while he gently rubbed oil into my breasts. I jerked against his fingers as he rolled my nipples gently between his fingers.
I reached out and wrapped one hand around his cock. My fingertips barely touched. Using my thumb, I rubbed across the head until he started to move against my hand.
“Jane.”
I met his gaze then and slowly released his cock. He looked feral. “You’ve been teasing me for nearly an hour. There is just so much a woman can be expected to take.”
He released my nipples and reached for a condom. “Roll over.”
I moved between his thighs, rubbing against him with every motion as I rolled over. Mathias ran his hands down my back and over my ass. He moved back briefly to free my legs, and I spread them wide as his cock brushed between my thighs. I arched briefly as the head of his cock slid up between my labia and over my clit. Unable to keep from jerking, I rocked against the contact and moaned in frustration when he pulled away.
“Fuck me.”
His fingers tightened on my hips and he pushed his cock against the entrance of my pussy and slid in hard. I cried out as slick, nearly painful pleasure washed over me. I curled my fists into the sheets underneath us and lowered my head as he started to thrust repeatedly.
I gloried at the hard, repeated invasion of his flesh, the slap of his body against mine, and the elemental feelings that were being pushed to the surface. Losing sight of my civilized nature didn’t scare me; in fact, if anything, it was exciting. I turned my head, and my gaze snapped to the double mirrors that adorned my closet.
The sun streaming across the bed highlighted the differences in us beautifully. His dark skin and my paleness startled and aroused me. It had never occurred to me how erotic it would be. Mathias turned his head and met my gaze in the mirror. If he was startled that I was watching us fuck, he didn’t show it.
He slid one hand under me and pressed against my clit as he slowed the stroke of his cock into me. The walls of my pussy clung to him and pulsed with a deep, nearly unbearable pleasure. Orgasm rushed over me and I collapsed against the bed. Abruptly, he pulled from me and turned me over.
I pressed my feet against the mattress as he positioned himself to re-enter. I gasped a little at the sharp pleasure of being filled by him. Pulling him down and wrapping myself around him seemed the only thing to do. He buried his face against the side of my neck and pressed hard into me as he came.
He shook against me and moaned softly. I loved the sound of him. The knowledge that he found pleasure in me made me feel like the most amazing woman ever created. I couldn’t remember ever getting so much satisfaction out of pleasing someone else. After a minute, he pulled from me and rolled onto his back.
“You’re amazing.”
I rubbed my stomach and nodded. “You too.”
“I’m not done with you.”
I sure as hell wasn’t done with him either. I’d never known a man like him, and I doubted I would again. He was a more than amazingly gifted lover. Why was I so drawn to him? He certainly had strength and a great deal of personal dignity, which I appreciated.
But he was also the kind of man I’d steadfastly avoided all of my adult life. Aggressive alpha males are too much to control for any length of time. And I figured he was also something of a womanizer. To be honest, I like to be the only player in my relationships. How many women had he left along the way? Was there a woman in his past whom he loved enough to return to, given the chance?
“Penny for your thoughts.”
I laughed softly and rolled to my side. I figured if he knew what I’d really been thinking about he might have run for the hills. “How did you lose your virginity?”
“Well.” He turned his head and looked at me. “I was nineteen and my high school girlfriend gave me one hell of a going-away present.”
“This was after boot camp?”
“Yeah. I’d been trying to nail that girl for two years.”
“Great term.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “She’s married now with about four kids.”
I shuddered a little. “Four kids?”
“Total nightmare.” He frowned and sighed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like kids. I’m just glad that I didn’t have them with her. It’s funny how we can think someone is perfect at the time and look back at them later and wonder what the hell we were thinking.”
Laughing, I nodded. “My high school boyfriend turned out to be gay.”
“Ouch.”
“I think I knew.” But having that truth bandied about the known world had been thoroughly humiliating. At eighteen, the news had been devastating. But now that I was older, I didn’t take it so personally.
“So when
