Deal of a Lifetime by Rue Allyn

telling you every day how I felt about you. Not sharing that part of me with you. I assumed that because we were so synchronized in business, our personal lives would be too.”
    “We were, in part. I always knew what you thought. I rarely knew what you felt.”
    His fingers tightened on hers, and he shook his head. “Did you really know what I was thinking? If you did, then why didn’t you come back? Why believe that ridiculous engagement story and drop off the face of the earth? You must have known that I cared too much to treat you so cruelly.”
    He wanted affirmation of their mutual desire more than he wanted her body. She swallowed again. “You said you wanted nothing between us tonight. Let’s not spoil this moment rehashing the past.”
    “You’re right. Let’s enjoy this to the fullest and take it slow.”
    Nodding, she reached behind to release her bra, then inched the straps down her arms. The bra sank in an agonizing tease until it caught on her chill-stiffened nipples.
    Con sucked in a breath, waiting for the lingerie to fall.
    Nothing moved in the still, cold air.
    Tam twitched her shoulders; the bra dropped straight into Con’s waiting hand. His cock gave a corresponding twitch, and he brought the bra to his face, inhaling the warm woman-and-peaches scent of her.
    He groaned. “Lord, Tam, you’re killing me.”
    She smiled, her hand resting at the button of her waistband. “I’m just doing as you asked.”
    He grinned back. “Please, kill me some more.”
    “Happy to oblige.” She released the button and eased the zipper down. The slacks hung open on her hips. The snug cloth clung to her thighs and calves.
    Did she intend to shimmy the pants off as well? She’d have to work hard; those jeans were molded to her skin. Con waited, anticipating the wiggle and sway of her hips.
    She turned sideways, the heart shape of her bottom dimly outlined in the tight jeans. Then she knelt and reached to unlace her boots. Her denim-covered ass poised about six inches from his face. He couldn’t resist.
    Lust took over. No room remained for thoughts, mutual or otherwise. Lifting a hand he stroked his fingers over her tight buns. He filled his palm, giving a gentle squeeze.
    “Mmm,” purred from Tam’s throat. She wiggled her bottom into his touch.
    Happy that he could please her with so small a caress, Con flattened his palm and smoothed circles around her backside. With each circuit his fingers came closer and closer to the juncture of her thighs. Finally he slipped his hand between her legs.
    She gasped, lost her balance, and fell forward on to her hands.
    Determined to claim her, he stroked with gentle aggression. Cupping her cloth-covered mound he pressed and released, pressed and released. The stimulation forced her involuntary response, and she squirmed back onto his marauding palm. Against his arm he felt her body shake, so he increased the pressure, rubbing and squeezing ever faster.
    “C-Con.” His name strangled from her lips. “Please. I-I need you… Now!”
    Relentless, he continued, her cries and moans the sweetest music. Her body tensed. She released a keening cry, then collapsed on the far end of the blanket.
    Her breathing came hard and harsh. Against his hand her core throbbed. He could only imagine the ache that must spread where her breasts crushed against the scratchy wool of the blanket. An occasional push with the heel of his palm prolonged her climactic aftershocks. Although the night had just begun, he knew he would always be hungry for the taste and feel of her, always be eager to watch her face as she surrendered to passion at his touch, always be starved with the need to yield to her desires.
    Her breathing evened, and the aftershocks faded. She rolled over, her arm flopping across his leg, and her fingers landing within an inch of his balls. Her booted feet rested beside his head. She’d lost all control because of him. He couldn’t help but grin.
    She rose on her elbows.