Switch partners? Cade was suddenly completely relieved they were the only ones in class today. “I imagine that would kill the relaxing mood. A couple fighting.”
“Yes,” Hannah said. “The resort takes care of that pretty quickly. Kills every mood when jealousy gets in the way. Okay, Ava, I think you’ve got your man thoroughly relaxed. Let’s try a few new things. Come around up here. Mr. Black, I want you to roll over onto your back.”
Cade did as the woman asked, trying to fix the towel over his lap in a way that didn’t make his erection look totally obvious. When he realized there was no way to make that happen, he blew out a long breath, closed his eyes, and tried to think about the assignment, about Melody, about everything Ryder had passed on to him last night.
“Ava,” Hannah started, “we’re going to use what’s called the California massage technique. Stand here by your husband’s head. You’re going to start with your hands flat against his upper chest and move downward, pushing the skin as you go until you reach his groin. Go ahead and try.”
Just the use of the word groin amped Cade’s adrenaline. Then Ava’s oiled hands landed against Cade’s upper chest, warm and slick, and it was all he could do not to groan at the sublime feeling. She rubbed the skin in a light circle, then slowly began moving downward. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” Hanna told her. “Now slide all the way down, careful to avoid the groin, massage around the thigh, then come back, this time pulling the skin and stimulating blood flow as you move.”
Her soft fingers moved down his abdomen, over his belly, then split apart, hitting each hip bone and rolling to the outsides of his thighs over the towel. She kneaded the muscle there, pulled her hand around to his inner thigh, then slowly worked her way back up. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was from her position near his head, she had to lean way over Cade to reach his thighs. Her hair fell on each side of her face, hanging down to tickle his chest, and the movement forced her barely clad breasts to hover right over his mouth.
He drew in a deep breath of her sweet scent and angled his face so the tip of her right breast brushed his chin. More than anything, he wanted to reach back, unhook the strapless top she was wearing, and draw those soft nipples into his mouth, but he doubted she’d go for that with an audience. Then again, last night…
“Good,” Hannah said from somewhere over his shoulder. He didn’t even care where. “Now on this pass, move closer to his groin.”
Avery’s hands slid back down his chest, across his hipbones, and when they reached his groin, they moved closer to his already aching cock. He drew in another breath, reached a hand back, and found her bare hamstring. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. Her deep breaths made him wonder if she was as turned on as him. She slid her fingers down his inner thigh, massaged the muscles until he wanted to groan, then began her slow trek back upward.
Her breaths grew shallow. Her breasts rose and fell close to his mouth. He lifted his face so they brushed his lips. Felt her sharp intake of breath when he did it again and slowly inched his fingers up the back of her leg.
Soft instrumental music floated somewhere close. Below the bluff, the crash of waves against rock echoed through the warm air. But all Cade could see and feel was Avery. Everything he’d been missing for way too long.
“Good,” Hannah said in a low voice. “Now this time, even closer.”
Avery’s hands moved across his hips, and when she passed, her thumbs hooked his cock at the base on each side. She paused, squeezed—not a stroke through the thin towel, but enough to make him suck in a breath. Then she moved down to his inner thighs, past the edge of the terry cloth, and back up bare skin.
Her fingers brushed the base of his balls, already tight and aching. He sucked in a deep breath as her hands moved down again, across his inner thighs, then over the towel and back up his hips.
God almighty, the woman was teasing him. He gripped the back of her leg and squeezed. A small shudder racked her body, then she leaned even closer, as if purposely bringing her breasts to his mouth.
What little blood was left in his limbs shot straight to his groin. Beneath the towel, his cock throbbed, and he ground his teeth to keep from moaning. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He was supposed to be thinking about Avery’s friend so he could keep his head in the game, but if she came that close to his shaft again…
“Very good, Avery,” Hannah announced. “Now I want you to climb up on the table and straddle Mr. Black. We’ll work the chest muscles from the other direction.”
“Um, okay.” Avery’s voice was thick, unreadable. She lifted her hands from his skin, then moved around the side of the table. The leather dipped at the edges as she awkwardly climbed up, threw a leg over him, and pressed her knees on both sides of his hips.
Heat radiated from her open thighs, all across Cade’s groin. His pulse raced. His cock twitched beneath the towel, so close to her. Pressing the palms of his hands against her outer thighs, he looked up at her face, trying to get a read on what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Trying to figure out if she was turned on even a fraction as much as he was.
The slight breeze blew her hair back from her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy, her lips slightly parted as she tried to regulate her breaths.
She stared down into his eyes with a mixture of want and need he felt everywhere. The same want and need he’d been fighting since she’d walked back into his life.
“Okay,” Hannah announced. “Start on his pecs and work your way lower.”
Avery’s gaze slid to his torso, and she licked her lips, a movement that only amped Cade’s desire even higher. Then her slick hands landed against his chest, and it didn’t take more than a couple of strokes down his abdomen before he knew he’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t get inside her right this very minute.
He pushed up to sitting, wrapped his arms tight around her waist so her weight dropped onto his aching cock, and closed his mouth over hers.
She groaned, opened at the first touch, drew his tongue into her mouth, and kissed him deep. And everything else faded away. Why they were here, what had happened between them so long ago, all those years in between. All that mattered was this. All Cade ever needed was her.
He changed the angle of the kiss, licked into her mouth with long, deep strokes, gripped her ass in both hands, and pulled so he could press right where they both needed. She moaned, framed his face with her hands as she kissed him again and again and rocked her pelvis against his until he saw stars.
From somewhere behind him, Hannah chuckled. “Usually we have to get to the feathers and ice before we reach the point of no return. Since you’ve both obviously reached it, I think my work for this class is done early. I’m heading back down to the spa. Come and find me if either of you need anything else.”
Footsteps echoed, then disappeared. Kissing Avery deeply, Cade flicked the clasp on her bikini top, then pulled it away. His hands moved down her sides and around to cup her breasts. She moaned again, kissed him deeper. He dragged his mouth from hers and looked down, rubbing his thumbs over the tips of her nipples until she trembled.
“God, you are so beautiful.”
He lowered his mouth, lifted her left breast to his lips. Avery arched to meet him and sifted her fingers into his hair, raking her nails over his scalp in the process. He flicked the tip with his tongue, then drew her into his mouth, suckling and rubbing as much as he could reach.
Her head dropped back. She rolled her hips against his, rubbing her sex over the hard length of his cock. He lifted her other breast toward his mouth, sucked the nipple, and repeated the process. Her fingers tightened in his hair and pulled, and the groan that rumbled from her chest echoed through his entire body.
“Cade—”
She grasped his face in both hands, tugging him away from her breast. For a split second, he thought she was pulling away, stopping what was happening between them; then she lifted hi
s face in her hands, lowered hers, and closed her lips over his, kissing him deeply.
He moaned into her mouth, slid his hands down her sides, and grasped the side ties of her bikini bottom. He had to get inside her. Couldn’t wait. Had to—
“I want you,” she whispered. “I can’t wait anymore.” Her hands pressed against his shoulders with force. He fell back before he could stop himself. Her mouth tore from his, landed against his throat, his collarbone, his right pec. Then her fingers grasped the towel at his hips and pulled.
Warm Caribbean air rushed over his aching cock. She slid down his body, then her slick, oiled fingers closed around his shaft, and her tongue licked the pressure point between his thigh and torso.
“Holy fuck. Ava…”
She closed her hand around the base of his cock, then her lips opened and drew him in, her tongue running along the underside of the sensitive head until he groaned.
His eyes rolled back. Sweat broke out along his forehead. She lowered her mouth, taking him deep until he brushed the back of her throat, then drew forward, sucking and licking as she went. His balls grew even tighter, he saw stars, and every rational thought flew right out of his head.
“Ava…” He groaned. Lifted his hips. Gripped the back of her head so he could get deeper.
Her throat started to open, tightened around the tip of his cock. The blood surged in his groin. She pulled off and gasped.
He sat up quickly, grasped her around the waist, and jerked her off the massage table with him. Then he whipped her around and dropped her butt on the leather.. He pulled away what was left of her bikini, tossed it on the ground, and moved between her legs.
“Cade…” She hooked her legs around his thighs, pulling him in, opening for him as she braced her weight on her hands.
With one hand he gripped the back of her neck, drawing her closer so he could kiss her. With the other, he fisted his shaft and rubbed the wetness glistening over her sex with the tip of his cock.
“Oh…” She shuddered. Lifted her mouth and kissed him deeply. Gasped when he pulled away and looked down at her swollen sex, open and ready just for him.
He brushed the head of his cock over her clit, then down to her opening. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Uh-uh.” She bit her lip, shook her head, braced her hands on the leather beneath her, and scooted her hips closer, forcing him inside just a fraction of an inch. And oh God, she was so tight. So wet. And watching his cock disappear inside her body was so fucking erotic…
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I’ll die if you stop. I want you right now. I need you.”
He wanted that too. He pressed forward a tiny bit. Trembled when her sheath gripped him like a velvet fist. “I”—shit, he was sweating—“I should find a condom.”
She shook her head violently. Rocked her hips forward until the head of his cock completely disappeared inside her. “No condom. We’ve both been tested, and I get shots. I just want you. Oh God…”
She rocked forward again, taking him deeper. Her eyes slid closed, and a long groan rumbled from her chest.
Seeing her stretching around him like that, hearing her words, watching her body tremble as he slowly filled her… Everything inside Cade broke open wide. He pulled her mouth back to his, closed his lips over hers, and licked into her mouth just as he thrust deep.
They groaned in unison. He pulled out, pushed back in even deeper. Felt her grip every inch of his length with her tight, slick channel. He eased back from her mouth, continued to slide in and out of her wetness. “Look at me, Ava.”
She fought to tear her eyes open, blinked several times, and finally looked up. Her hair was a messy tangle around her face, her makeup smeared beneath her eyes, her cheeks flushed with desire, and her lips swollen from his mouth. But to him, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment, and the way her eyes glazed over with lust when she stared up at him caused his heart to turn over in his chest.
“You and me,” he said in a thick voice. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. Look at me taking you. I’m the only one who should be fucking you like this.”
Her gaze slid down his torso to where their bodies were joined. He drew out so she could see her wetness all over his shaft, then thrust deep until her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Wrapping one arm around her lower back so he could pull her even closer, he gripped the nape of her neck with his other hand and pulled her lips back to his. Her arms closed around his shoulders, her mouth fused to his. She pushed herself tight against him while he drove deep again and again, while she kissed him crazy, while what was left of the obstacles between them crumbled to their feet right there on that bluff.
She dragged her mouth away, pressed her forehead against his, and gripped his shoulder like a vise as she lifted and lowered her hips against the massage table, trying to get closer. Perspiration trickled down her temple. Her breaths came hot and shallow against his cheek. Pulse pounding, he fought back his climax as he held her tight, as he let her take the lead and find that special spot.
“You and me, Ava,” he said again. “This never should have ended, and I’m not letting you go again. Tell me you believe me.”
“I…I believe you.”
“Say it.” He thrust faster, deeper, over and over, jostling her body against the leather, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle against her slim body.
Oh God. He wasn’t going to be able to stop this. Come now…come now, dammit…
“Ah…” She cried out, throwing her head back. Every muscle in her body tightened.
“Say it,” he growled, plunging deep again and again and again, unable to stop, unable to do anything but let his body take over.
“You and me,” she moaned.
The pressure in his balls built to bursting. Her words set off a chain reaction inside his body. He felt it streak down his spine, then explode through his hips. White light erupted behind his eyes and sent tremors through every limb that seemed to go on and on and on.
When he could think again, he realized he was lying half on top of Avery on the massage table. Her legs were wrapped around his lower back, her fingers sifting through his hair, and her breasts were right at eye level. So close he could reach out and taste them with his tongue if he—
“Are you awake?” she asked. “I think you might have passed out. I guess I’m not the only one you fucked blind.”
He chuckled, a lightness filling his chest at the humor he heard in her voice. “Blind, huh? That’s a first for me.”
“Me too.”
He pushed up on one hand and looked down at her. Her eyes were no longer glazed over with lust, but there was a wariness there he hadn’t seen before.
“Cade, we need to talk about—”
He pushed himself forward to kiss her and realized he was still inside her. God, that felt good… Bracing the palm of his hand against the leather table near her head, he gritted his teeth and brushed his mouth over hers. “No talking.”
“But—”
He didn’t need her thinking. At least not yet. He’d gotten her to admit there was still something between them, even if it had been during sex, but he needed to solidify the bond they’d rekindled before they got too deep into conversations he knew were coming. Hopefully by then, the rest of it wouldn’t matter.
“Not yet,” he said again, easing back from her mouth. “We aren’t going to find anything out about Melody in the next hour.”
“That’s not what I was—”
He knew that. The fact he’d distracted her so much from her original goal only made his heart beat even faster. Just a little while longer…
He kissed her again, then pulled back and smiled. “I am a sweaty, oily mess, Ava. I need to get cleaned up.”
Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his chin, then down his glistening torso to where her legs were still wrapped tightly around his hips. “You are, aren’t you?”
The heat he saw rekindle in her eyes caused the blood to f
low right back into his groin. “Yeah.”
She brushed a hand over his shoulder and tightened her pelvic muscles, causing his cock to come to life all over again. “I bet I could help.”
“What do you have in mind?”
She shot him a coy little smile. “There’s a huge shower back in our suite.”
He eased away from her quickly and grasped the towel at his feet. Wrapping it around his waist, he grabbed another from the chair behind him and tossed it to her. “Don’t bother getting dressed. Just grab your stuff and come on.”
She laughed and wrapped the towel around her breasts, covering her naked beauty from view, but he didn’t mind because he didn’t want anyone else in this fucked-up resort looking at her but him. “Hold your horses. That shower isn’t going anywhere.”
She lifted her bikini from the floor, and when she was upright, he whipped her around to face him. Her hands landed against his pecs. Her hips bumped into his. Against his chest, her breasts felt like heaven. He leaned down and kissed her, swift, hard, chaste. Not a thing like how he planned to kiss her as soon as he got her alone in their suite. “I’m going somewhere. As soon as I get you in that shower, I’m going to touch you, taste and explore every single inch of you. And when you’re finally begging for me to take you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember anyone but me. Now…knowing all that…do you have a problem with my hurrying?”
Her eyes glazed over, just the way he remembered, and against his chest, she went molten. A long “No” escaped her lips.
“I didn’t think so.” He patted her on the butt. “Now hurry up, princess.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Avery was sure she was going to be sore in places she hadn’t even known existed. That little acrobatic feat in the shower had definitely been stuntman worthy.
She tucked the towel around her breasts, then reached for another to wring the water from her hair. Turning toward the shower, she said, “Do you want water or something else?”
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