Master of the Game (Rush Series Book 3) by LR Potter Read Free Book Online Page B

her heated and
pulsating body. He couldn’t believe this passionate and responsive woman was
the same woman whose body language had screamed apprehension just moments ago.
    Emotions
of every kind began to swamp her. Her body was beyond sensitive and everywhere
he touched seemed to be intensified exponentially. Her heart was racing and her
breathing rasped through her suddenly dry lips. It seemed all her moisture had
gathered where their bodies merged, with the exception of the sweat which was
sliding down from underneath the weight of her hair at her neck. Against her
back, she could feel the slickness of his sweat as well.
    She felt
the tendrils of panic begin to encompass her as all the sensations became too
much. She began to pant as she struggled to contain her riotous emotions. Her
body began to tighten at every touch… every slide… every movement. Her vision
blurred and she blinked furiously, not wanting to miss a moment of the show in
front of her. Finally, the dam broke, and a feeling like the rush of water down
a stream which runs over dry, barren rocks for the first time, ran over her
body causing her to buck against him with her own rhythm.
    She
cried out, “Dios, mio . Dios mio . Dios mio . Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh,
God .”  
    For the
first time since they’d met, she wished she knew his name. She wanted to
connect to him on every conceivable level. This type of intensity was so deeply
intimate and profound, it seemed sacrilegious in a way
to experience it as total strangers. The tears she’d held at bay broke through
as the veil between her physical self and her internal self was torn away.
    He
watched her fall apart before him. He slid his arms around her and crossed his
arms over her chest, placing a hand over each of her shoulders for leverage as
he truly began to pound into her body. Her quivering body in front of him
excited him beyond all belief and reason.
    “Hold
on, Little Devil. I’m almost there,” he gusted against her ear. He thrust into
her two more times and then his release erupted from his body. He continued to
move within her and she muttered several phrases in Spanish too low for him to
hear. When he finally stilled, his breathing was ragged, his body spent. He
moved his arms down to encircle her waist as she sagged against him, breathing
as if she’d run a marathon. Stiffly, she allowed her arms to fall from around
his neck.
    He
pressed kisses against her sweat-dampened neck and shoulder. As if she were a
child, he rocked them side-to-side comfortingly. “Oh, baby,” he murmured.
    She’d
closed her eyes when he’d really begun to push toward the end. But now, she
allowed them to flutter open. She met his gleaming ocean-green eyes and
returned his grin. “That was pretty fabulous – much better than Disney World,”
she said softly.
    “ That is an understatement,” he declared
with a salacious laugh. “Let’s go shower,” he said as he gently removed himself
from her body.
    With
one last look in the mirror, she turned with him and walked into the bathroom.
She waited until he adjusted the water and stepped into the shower enclosure.
She pulled the shower door closed behind her and by the time she turned toward
him, he had a bar of the hotel soap lathering between his palms. “Come here,”
he demanded softly.
    She
stepped closer to him and closed her eyes when he began to run his soap slicked
hands over her skin, a satisfied groan wafting from her lips. She grinned when
she heard him chuckle. She’d not known sex could be like that. Being able to
watch had made it even more sensual. It was nearly a spiritual experience. He
pushed her under the spray and allowed the water to pound against her body. She
stepped under the water fully and soaked her hair. He handed her a small
shampoo bottle. When she’d put the shampoo in her hair, he brushed her hands
aside and massaged her scalp with his strong fingers. She sighed her pleasure. From behind her, she felt him harden and