“How about sometime soon?” she gasped.

In a split second, he had flipped her on her back, and had those panties off and her thighs spread wide. Totally exposed, all she could do was get wetter and wetter while he stared at her like the mysteries of the universe lay between her legs.

“Wider.”

Was that even possible? She moved her thighs apart until her knees practically touched the edges of the bed. The glow from the fire lit up the hard planes of his cheek, the rigid line of his jaw.

She rolled her hips in blatant appeal, craving the grind, some small measure of relief. Her hands grasped at the bed cover. “I hate you right now.”

That earned her an evil chuckle followed by a stroke of a solitary finger along her outer lips. Any second now and she would fly apart, lose herself in the oblivion she was hurtling toward. He heeled his hand against her entire sex and gave a lascivious rub.

“I—I don’t think I can hold on, Eli.”

“You don’t have to. Let go and then let me do it all over again.”

She exploded, and the fact that it had been precipitated by his giving her permission to come was something she would store and unpack later. That wasn’t her. Was it?

He sucked on the finger he had bathed in her juices. “You taste so damn good. Need more. Need you.”

She squeezed her core, holding on to the sparkling quivers, determined not to allow a single whispering touch unravel her again so soon. But this time, he went even slower. Maddeningly so, as if he knew her job would be to resist. He placed a feathery kiss on the inside of her thigh, then one on the other.

Then in between.

She clamped down on her bottom lip until it hurt enough to overpower the glittering sensation below. She’d always thought Eli Cooper was a smooth talker, but now she realized that slick mouth was wasted on politics. It was made to bring bordering-on-painful physical pleasure.

His tongue traced the outer lips, dipped inside, but never hit the hot spot of her clit. Every lick slickened and teased, maddened and aroused. Another skill to add to his sex ninja résumé: Eli Cooper, Tongue-Fucking Master.

“Touch those gorgeous breasts, honey,” he ordered. The rumble of his voice, husky with desire, all boss against her throbbing pussy, nearly sent her over.

She undid the front clasp and let her aching breasts spill free, but not for long. Soon, she had cupped them in her hands, massaging them until her nipples peaked to hard tips. She heard his groan of appreciation against her sensitized sex.

His dark head bobbed between her thighs as he sought untrodden paths of ecstasy. She’d had no idea it could feel like this, that the long, obscene licks through her sex could ignite something more than a coming orgasm. Seeing this powerful man tending to her with such absolute absorption wrapped her up in a crazy kind of joy.

She felt beautiful under his tongue. She felt loved in this moment. She felt . . . on the brink of something terrifyingly real.

He applied an unbearably arousing suction to—at last!—her sizzling clit and she erupted.

“Eli!” Her hands grabbed his hair and held him fast in a glorious grind through her greedy, wracking orgasm. He stayed with her, lapping up her feminine satisfaction, pinning her with hands on hips until it was nothing but twittery aftershocks and his hot breath keeping the embers stoked below.

Watching—and feeling—Alexandra come almost did Eli in. He was granite hard, so close to going off, but it was important that he treat her right. After her rotten year in the man-trenches, he wanted to worship her.

He knew he’d have to sate his need soon, but first he took a moment to absorb this woman in all her postorgasmic glory. Her skin was flushed, her eyes as bright as jewels. Freed from the restraint of the demi bra, her perfect breasts begged for his greedy touch. She was like a spirited thoroughbred straining at her harness, but this woman could never be mastered and he would be a fool to try. Much better to enjoy her earthy life force and let her glow rub off on his darkness.

“Is that it?” she asked, her voice thick with need.

He laughed. “Two orgasms not enough?”

Her gaze did a slow meander down his body and fixed on his tented boxers. “I need all of you inside me, Eli, and I know you need it, too. Please don’t make either of us wait any longer.”

Her honesty unraveled some tangle of emotion inside him and he responded the only way he knew how: he stamped his mouth over hers and took what was his right. This slow-burn plan he’d had died a quick and necessary death. Primal urgency ruled their movements. Fueled by desperate hands and frenzied mouths, they kissed their way to total nakedness.

Her mouth dropped open.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re gonna need a bigger condom. If the female voters could see you now, that election would be a slam dunk.” She circled his swollen cock and with slow, rhythmic strokes, moved her hand up and down, the slide progressively easier because of the pre-cum slicking the head.

He had trouble getting the words out. “Only one voter gets to see this, honey.”

“I knew this was all a scheme to get me to check that box on Election Day.”

“We do what we must.”

Her hands explored, caressed, pumped him until he just about lost the power of speech. He wanted to do a million filthy-gorgeous things to her: fuck her saucy mouth, drag his cock between her beautiful tits, sink into that sweet pussy he could still taste on his lips.

“You can do it all, Eli. Tonight, I’m yours.”

So much for losing the power of speech. Apparently, he was so far gone he didn’t even realize when he was verbalizing his wildest fantasies.

She continued to palm him, her green eyes sparkling jewels of temptation, her olive skin lustrous in the firelight. “Tell me what you need. And be specific.”

Be specific. He had hit the fucking mother lode—the woman of his fantasies craving his demands. And he had so many.

“Suck me off. Start slow.”

A slight hitch at the corner of her mouth disappeared as she scooted down the bed and parted her lips to take him in. Tentative inches at first, then a methodical suckle, each return taking in more. Needing an anchor, he tunneled his fingers through her wild hair and held her in place, as if that one motion could convince him who was in control. Around her, control was a slippery thing, likely to elude him with each passing second in her presence.

He might be giving the orders here, but she was the one in charge.

Just as he felt that sizzle of impending orgasm, she released him with a pop. God, he’d been so close, but she had other plans, and hell, he didn’t mind. Taking his cock in her hand, she rubbed the swollen head around the dark nipple of one gorgeous tit. Like she was using his dick as an instrument, writing a story on her body. Pre-cum leaked on her olive skin, and she—oh, good fuck—massaged it into her puckered nipple.

“Jesus, Alexandra.” Hands down, that was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Her eyes, heavy lidded with a mix of dark desire and strange innocence, held his captive.

“Eli, I need you to fuck me. Now.”

He lost it. Just lost his mind. He pulled her up level and lay over her, settling into the welcoming embrace of her thighs. Their mouths met in a crush of want and heat, unlike any kiss he’d ever given or received. He captured her moans. She caught his right back. Against his rigid cock, she felt so wet and accepting, the only place he wanted to be, and she rolled her hips, begging, willing him to thrust all his tension inside this woman who made him feel like a god. Or more of a god than he usually felt, which was saying a lot.

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh, God. Condom. We need—”

Fuck. He had been about to slip in unholstered. This was what she had reduced him to.