Malcolm grinned wolfishly.“Just enjoying the view,” he replied, his hands resting on her hips.With a swift motion, he lifted her slightly off the table, his strong hands easily supporting her weight.He savored the gasp that escaped her lips, a mix of surprise and anticipation.Slowly, he began to peel her jeans down her long, athletic legs, revealing smooth skin inch by tantalizing inch.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “for someone who’s always trying to outsmart me, you’re not putting up much of a fight now.”
Larissa’s laugh was breathy, tinged with a vulnerability he’d never heard from her before.“Maybe I’m tired of fighting this…whatever it is between us.”
Malcolm knelt before her, tugging her jeans the rest of the way off and tossing them aside.The sight of her, perched on his kitchen table in nothing but her shirt and underwear, sent a jolt of pure want through him.
“Careful,” he warned, his hands sliding up her calves.“You might give a guy ideas.”
She leaned forward.“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
Malcolm swallowed hard, fighting the urge to claim her lips again.Instead, he worked on savoring every moment of this unexpected encounter.
His nostrils flared as he slid between Larissa’s thighs, inhaling deeply.Her scent clouded his mind, making it difficult to think of anything but the primal need coursing through his veins.
“You smell incredible.”
Larissa’s breath hitched, her usual cool composure breaking.“I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
Malcolm looked up at her, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly.“There’re a lot of things I never thought I’d say to you,” he confessed, gripping her thighs gently.
A soft moan escaped Larissa’s lips as she leaned back on her elbows, her body language inviting him closer.The movement pushed her hips forward, bringing her core tantalizingly close to his face.
Malcolm’s cock throbbed painfully in response.He’d always known Larissa was attractive, but seeing her like this—vulnerable, wanting—was almost more than he could bear.
“Please,” Larissa breathed, her voice filled with need.
The sound of his name on her lips, coupled with that single word, nearly broke his self-control.Malcolm closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.When he opened them again, he met Larissa’s gaze, seeing his own desperate hunger reflected there.
Malcolm’s control snapped.With a growl, he leaned in, finally tasting her.His tongue traced her slick folds slowly, savoring the way she trembled beneath him, her response driving him wild with desire.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her sensitive flesh, pausing to look up at her.“You taste even better than you smell.”
Larissa’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly.“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.
Grinning wickedly, Malcolm returned his attention to her core.He flattened his tongue against her, licking a long, slow stripe up to her clit before closing his lips around the sensitive bud.
As Larissa’s hips bucked against his face, Malcolm realized with startling clarity that he’d never wanted anything—or anyone—as much as he wanted her in this moment.
“Christ,” he breathed, pulling back slightly.“What are you doing to me?”
She looked down at him, her eyes dark with passion.“Probably the same thing you’re doing to me.”
This was Larissa—his rival, his equal, the woman who challenged him at every turn.And now she was here, on his kitchen table, trembling beneath his touch.
Malcolm dove back in, circling her clit with his tongue with renewed fervor.He alternated between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks, savoring the way Larissa’s body responded to his touch.
She gasped, her back arching off the table.“Oh god, yes…”
Her breathy moans sent sparks shooting straight through him.Malcolm redoubled his efforts, determined to make her come undone.He slid one hand up her thigh, squeezing gently before moving to her entrance.Malcolm’s fingers slid inside Larissa, eliciting a sharp gasp that made his pulse quicken.Her silky heat enveloped him as he explored her depths, searching for that elusive spot.
Larissa’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly.“I shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”
But her body betrayed her words, arching into his touch.
Malcolm gave a wicked grin, delighting in having broken through her cool exterior.
He’d always known there was fire beneath that calculating facade.
