No Romance Required by Cari Quinn Page A

a few damp blond
     curls flying. Sunshine to chase away the twilight he’d left outside to find paradise
     in here with her. “So do I.”
    “You’re going to come on my fingers.” He gripped hers, nipping them. She cried out
     even before he touched her intimately, from the mere suggestion that he would.
    God, she was blowing his mind.
    He skated his hand down her damp torso and hooked a finger in her folds, growling
     at the surfeit of moisture. She gyrated, silently begging him to move. He dipped lower,
     building more heat with his caresses.
    Lightly, so lightly he touched her, using his other hand to turn her chin toward the
     mirror. Surprise flared in her expression as he spoke against the side of her mouth.
     “We’re both going to watch you shatter for me.”
    She shut her eyes, as if it were too much for her to bear. He stroked her harder and
     she whimpered, shaking her head in denial of what he would force her to feel. And
     force her he would.
    “Open,” he demanded, sure she knew he meant her eyes as well as her slick sex holding
     his fingers in a snug, unyielding grasp. She’d tried to close her thighs around him
     just like she’d closed her eyes.
    She granted his request, tilting her hips into his strokes and staring at their reflection.
     Staring at him while he gazed right back at her. Perspiration collected at her temples and he licked
     it, eager to taste her. She wiggled her stomach against the heft of his cock, its
     damp head trailing wetness over the flushed undersides of her breasts. Moans burst
     from her lips and he gentled his pace, wanting to string out her excitement.
    “Want to come?” His lips moved against her throat. “Claim your pleasure.”

Chapter Six
    Uncertain, Victoria jerked back. “What do you mean?”
    He shifted against her, pinning her hips with his, enjoying her gasp. “Tell me what
     to do. Fingers only. Not tasting you now.” He nuzzled her neck. “That’s for later,
     when I have hours to devour you.”
    “Slow doesn’t do it for me. I need fast.” She licked her lips, flashing a hint of
     her tongue. “Rough.”
    “Eyes on the glass.” He moved back down her body and pried her legs open, inhaling
     deeply at the swollen pink flesh that awaited him. He couldn’t wait to savor every
     bit of her.
    “Don’t look at me,” he commanded when she sneaked another glance. “Look at the mirror.
     If I go off track, use those pretty little lips and tell me. Can you do that?”
    “Yes.”
    He hiked up her thigh and drove his fingers in deep, two this time. She moaned as
     he pushed them in and out, releasing her leg so that he could use his other hand to
     hold her open. Laid bare like this, her tan lines framed her mound, highlighting the
     swollen pearl of nerves and how she flushed from his attention.
    “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he gritted out.
    Her nails scratched the yoga mat as he thumbed her clit, coordinating his movements
     with the withdrawal of his drenched fingers. This time her moans were so loud he considered
     stuffing her top in her mouth, just in case.
    She was everything and more he’d hoped for in bed—and on the floor—and in a minute,
     she was going to drench his hand. Or better yet, his cock.
    When she started to spasm, he drew free of her though he continued to circle her clit.
     She throbbed against the pad of his finger, all heat and unapologetic need.
    “Are you on the Pill?”
    She nodded so swiftly he would’ve grinned had he dared. Any unexpected movements and
     he feared he’d lose his tenuous grip on his control. “Yes. God, please,” she begged.
    “I don’t have a condom.” Irrefutable proof he hadn’t showed up for sex, though he
     damn well didn’t mind the turn of events.
    “It’s okay. Isn’t it?”
    Considering his track record of late, he did some rapid nodding of his own. “Yes.”
     He set the head of his cock against her entrance and closed his eyes. Then he whispered
     the word, like a