Free Ballroom Blitz by Lorelei James Page B

and the urgency pounding at him, he found that Zen spot and began.
    One, two, three, four shallows thrusts, where he only went halfway into her pussy. On the fifth thrust, his cock stayed buried deep. He stayed that way, not moving, for five beats.
    Then one, two, three, four shallow thrusts. On the fifth count he pulled out completely. After five breaths, he slowly stroked the tip of his cock up the contour of her mound, stopping at her clit. Then he dragged the wide, blunt head down, separating her pussy lips with his pulsing flesh until he reached the opening to her body.
    He began again.
    Maggie went wild. Arching against him. Her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Gouging his ass as she fought for a grip on his sweat-coated skin. Her mouth nipping at his neck. Her tongue tracing the edges of the tattoos on his biceps.
    Jon kept up the primal pattern until he started to lose count. He said, “Hang on,” and rolled upright, keeping their bodies connected as they faced each other. With his knees spread wide, he sat on his heels, holding onto her ass, raising and lowering her body to counter his upward thrusts.
    “I’m gonna come again,” she wailed.
    The almost violent ripples of her orgasm unleashed his.
    Hot pulses jettisoned out of his cock with every squeeze of her pussy muscles around his shaft. His mind blanked even as his body erupted and he gasped for breath.
    Teeth scraping against his neck brought him out of his sexual stupor.
    “I take it back,” Maggie panted against his ear. “Everything I said about you not having rhythm.”
     
     
    For a brief second when Maggie woke up, she forgot where she was.
    Then soft kisses peppered her shoulder. A rough hand on her belly caressed her bare skin. “Mornin’, beautiful.”
    The deep, heavy rasp of Jon’s voice was even sexier first thing in the morning. “Mmm. That it is.”
    “Did you sleep well?”
    “When you finally let me sleep.” She snuggled her naked body into the warmth of his.
    “That didn’t sound like a complaint.”
    “It wasn’t.”
    “Good.” Jon’s hand slid up to cup her breast. “You want breakfast?”
    The rhythmic stroking on her nipple had her arching into his touch and a moan slipped out.
    His low-pitched growl drifted into her ear. “That purr is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, so maybe we oughta get out of bed now before we end up spending the whole damn day here.”
    “I’d like that, except I have to be in Rapid City this afternoon for dance rehearsal.” She groaned. “Crap. And after a night like that, I completely forgot that my car is dead.”
    Jon rolled her over to face him. “I’ll call up my mechanic buddy and send him over to look at it. He’ll probably need to tow it.”
    “That’s fine. Tell him there’s a spare key in a rip in the upholstery underneath the passenger’s seat.”
    “Handy. Now we won’t have to leave.” His lips glided over hers in a barely there kiss. “Eggs and toast all right?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” Maggie pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
    “Bottom right drawer in the guest bath.” Jon got up and stretched beside the bed.
    Talk about a nice visual first thing in the morning. Perfectly round buns, slim hips widening into a muscular back, defined biceps, triceps and forearms—all wrapped up in that gorgeous tawny skin. Such a shame that he tugged on a pair of long athletic shorts and covered up before he headed to the master bathroom.
    Maggie snatched the tank top off the floor on her way to the guest bath. Maybe she snooped while searching for toothpaste. She didn’t find anything that’d lead her to believe he regularly entertained overnight female guests.
    Would it have made a difference if you’d found fruit-scented body wash?
    No. But she’d be wary if she’d found tampons, makeup or a hair straightener. Those items suggested a permanent, recurring female presence.
    After scrubbing her teeth, washing her face and