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. In all the years they’d known each other, Mitch had never seen the guy strike out. Seriously? He had to do it for the first time tonight?
Light slanted in, bringing the racket from the party with it.
“Liv, I’ve got to get out of here. You want me to cab it or take your car and you can get a ride from your aunt later?”
Livi closed her eyes, gave a mortified groan and dropped her forehead onto his chest.
“Something upset her,” Livi told him, her voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “I should give her a ride.”
Since Mitch could hear the tears in the other woman’s voice, too, he could only nod and vow to get revenge on Romeo.
“I’ll meet you out front in five minutes,” she called to Tessa, giving Mitch an apologetic look.
He waited until the door closed, then tilted her lips up to meet his. She tasted so good.
Too good.
It was probably just as well they’d been interrupted. He didn’t want their first time to have been some tacky backroom bar encounter, fast and furious against the wall. Livi deserved much better than that. But he knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist her taste if she’d stayed.
“Rain check,” he said against her lips.
“Okay.” Livi leaned closer and traced her tongue over the join of his lips.
There came another loud thump on the door.
This time they both groaned as they separated.
“I don’t think your friend is waiting out front.”
“She doesn’t take orders very well. But she really is upset. I should go,” Livi said, her voice heavy with regret.
Mitch was tempted to ask if she always put everyone else’s needs ahead of her own, but that would have been rude. And he figured one orgasm and the intention to strip her bare in a storeroom were the limits to his rudeness for the night.
So he stepped back, holding out a hand to help her down. Livi cupped her fingers around his but didn’t move.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Will I see you again?” she asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” Mitch assured her, surprised she’d asked. Not because of her stunning looks, drop-dead body and adorable personality, although those were all major factors. But because he wasn’t a sleaze.
But she couldn’t have known that. Mitch had to remind himself that despite how close he felt to Livi, they’d only met tonight.
“That’s right.” Her smile bloomed. “You owe me a date.”
“That’s a bet I’m looking forward to paying. But, unfortunately, I can’t right away.”
Ready to get her number and set up a date for the following night, Mitch glanced at his watch. And clenched his teeth as reality smacked him upside the head.
“Damn it,” he muttered. At her questioning look, he grimaced and
