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His nostrils flared
and a muscle ticked in his jaw. A single droplet of water
ran down his temple as he lowered his face back to hers. His
eyes were dark and filled with barely constrained desire.
“You are one hell of a temptress, Arissa Wright. Teasing me
like this. Perhaps there should be a test. I am a teacher,
after all.” He winked and that single action sent shivers of
longing through her.
“I suppose I could
go for a lesson,” she paused, “or two.”
“Be careful I don’t
carry you off right now.” Promise laced his tone.
Arissa wrinkled her
nose. “Sorry. Time for my Tae-Bo class.” She stood, allowing
her body to slide along his wet one. “Enjoy the rest of your
swim. See you later.” Lifting her bag, she walked away with
an added swish to her hips, knowing full well he watched.
As she walked from
the gym to her suite, there was a smile on her face. She
felt good, and from all indications, tonight would be the
night she got to see the part of Deiter she hadn’t been
allowed to see yet. Moisture flooded her pussy at the
thought of having the chance to experience the tall, strong
German.
“Man,” she muttered
as she rounded the corner. “I’m bad off.”
“Anything I can help
with?” A deep voice questioned.
Jerking her head up
in surprise, a gasp escaped her as the image of the man
she’d just thought about filled her sight. Deiter Schneider.
He stood there, leaning against the door to her room,
looking more gorgeous than sin. Everyone said Lucifer had
been the most attractive of angels before he fell, and she’d
bet anything Deiter could give him a run for his money.
His legs were hooked
at the ankle, allowing the jeans he wore to pull tight
against his rock-hard thighs. Deiter wore a dark blue
sleeveless tee shirt, and his well-defined arms were also
crossed. She licked her lips and swallowed, trying to get
moisture into her extra dry mouth. Blue-gray eyes were full
of mischief and longing as he held her gaze.
“Arissa?”
“It’s not time for
supper yet, is it?” she asked, reaching for her keycard and
swiping it. The door unlocked, but still Deiter didn’t move
except to place his hand on the handle and keep it cracked
open. With no response forthcoming, she glanced at him only
to find his gaze had lost all joviality and simmered with
heat.
“Invite me in,” he
murmured.
She slid past him,
and once in her room, rested her head against the edge of
the door and held his stare. Slowly, and with extreme
attention to detail, Arissa scanned him from the floor up.
From the loosely laced tennis shoes, over the thigh-hugging
jeans and up the shirt that only amplified his physique to
his face. He still waited for her, his eyes
straightforwardly direct. And molten hot.
“Come in?” she questioned on a soft breath. |
