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swell of a tanned chest peeked out from the opening of his black shirt and taunted her to touch. Her gaze traced down to his narrow waist, the firm hips encased in tight blue jeans. She imagined him naked, her hands skimming over all the hard, chiseled planes and soft, warm niches of his body. She imagined his gaze staying on hers as he moved in and out. The music pulsed inside her, between her legs with a liquid heat.
    On the drive back to the hotel, Rukh covered her hand with his and kept it there. His fingers interlaced with her, slid free, then returned. A sensuous dance of skin on skin. Voltage sprang and snaked its way up her arm. She shivered.
    “So tell me something more about you,” he said.
    “Like what?”
    “Something secret.”
    Sarah giggled. She had wanted to be Jasmine tonight, exotic and sexy. So she’d chosen her sexiest peep-toe pumps, bought a flirty fire-engine red dress and left off her underwear. She had to see his expression when he learned that naughty little tidbit. Should she share that she’d slipped off her panties in the ladies’ room? Oh God, she was so tipsy and horny. She leaned towards him with a smile, brought her mouth close to his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
    The car did a jig on the road, before Rukh brought it under control again. “Heaven and hell…” he said. “Really?”
    Sarah leaned back against the door, raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Want to investigate?”
    “It’d be my pleasure.” Something dark laced his teasing voice. He moved their entwined hands to her knee, then, still keeping her hand underneath his, he massaged his way higher and higher. Sarah swallowed as her hand pressed into her thigh, inched upward toward her wet core.
    Her mind flashed back to the shower and how she’d pleasured herself. Now she was doing it again with a guide and an audience. Turning her fantasy to reality. The intimacy almost made her come.
    With a moan, she wrenched her hand free.
    “Do you want me to stop?” His voice emerged in a hoarse whisper.
    Oh God, no. “No.”
    Keeping his eye on the road and one hand on the wheel, Rukh moved under her dress, inch by agonizing inch. His fingers skimmed her heated skin, teasing, stroking and caressing, while moving upwards like heat-seeking missiles.
    She gripped the edges of her seat, rolled her hips up, pushing closer to his hand. Tasted salt and realized she’d bit her lower lip. Hard.
    His finger played with the hair on her mound, toying with her as he deftly avoided her clit. His light touch sent flickers of pleasure shooting through her. A moan escaped her lips and she parted her legs for him. Oh damn, she wanted him. She wanted him bad.
    He glanced at her, ran his tongue over his bottom lip. She imagined it running over the folds of her slick center. His fingers caressed the entrance to her cunt, spreading the delicious juice all over her most sensitive parts. She breathed in the scent of her own sex, anticipation and excitement choking her.
    “You’re so wet.” His voice emerged, low and throaty. Rukh used his fingers to spread the lips of her vagina. Using the tip of his middle finger, he massaged the nub of her clit with circular motions. A ragged moan clawed its way out of her throat. From time to time, he’d stop and slip and slide around the silky lining surrounding the nub. Then he moved further and probed into her. He pushed two fingers in. Pushed in and pulled out until Sarah was leaning back in the passenger seat writhing and gasping.
    He fisted his hand and ground it against her, worked her like mortar and pestle. Until waves of pleasure surged and crashed through her. Until she spasmed with desire. Until a dam burst and a fresh wave of wetness flooded through coating his hand. Then her mind went blank and her body lolled back totally relaxed. She threw him a sideways glance.
    He raised his glistening fingers to his lips and licked each one clean. “God, you’re a beautiful woman.”

     

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