Luc chuckled, and Ava realized that she’d whispered her awe-induced admiration out loud.
She ran her fingers over his chiseled abs. She knew the guy looked good, but this…the guy belonged on a men’s fitness magazine. “I see you’ve been letting yourself go,” she said with sham dismay.
He grinned and hooked a hand behind her neck, smiling into her eyes before his lips captured hers in a playful, toying kiss.
Somewhere in the back of her sex-dazed mind, Ava registered that sex had never been like this. It was hotter than hell, yes, but it was also…fun.
Sex with Luc Moretti was fun.
Her hands found his face, her palms rubbing over his lightly stubbled jaw before her fingers sank into his hair as she took control of the kiss.
Ava used her body weight to push him backward and he let her, his palm on his spine as she leaned over him, her lips exploring his mouth, his jaw, moving down his neck until she got to his beautiful chest.
She scraped her nails lightly downward and he hissed. Ava watched him as she experimentally licked at a nipple, and his eyes closed as his hand stroked over her hair. Ava moved farther south, her lips and mouth exploring his torso as he’d explored hers.
He made no protest when her fingers unsnapped the button of his shorts, nor when she slowly slid down the zipper.
She traced the hard outline of him with one finger through his boxer briefs, watching his face as she did so. His eyes were at half-mast, his jaw tight as she explored him, and when her fingers moved to tug down the waistband, he put up no resistance.
When Ava’s palm found his warm shaft, he said her name, and the sound of her name on his lips, her hand on his cock, only increased the restless throb between her legs.
He said her name again, a prayer, a plea, and Ava answered with sure, confident strokes. He let her play only for a couple of minutes, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away.
“You’re dangerous to me,” he said gruffly.
“Payback,” she said, planting a quick kiss on his shoulder before she found herself rolled beneath him.
The time for teasing was apparently over, because this time when Luc’s fingers found the waistband of her pants, it was to yank them roughly over her hips, along with her panties, so she was naked beneath him.
He chucked her pants to the side, sitting back on his heels, totally confident of his own nakedness.
“Beautiful,” he said.
His eyes were on her face, not her body, and Ava mentally added another descriptor to sex with Luc Moretti.
Hot. Fun. And sweet…
That last one was more than a little alarming, considering that she knew this was just sex, but the way he looked at her did something treacherous to her heart.
His hand slid up her side. “Uh uh. You’re overthinking, Sims.”
Caught. “No, I just—”
His lips were on hers as he pinned her all the way beneath him, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her long and deep.
“Sims.” His voice was gruff when he pulled back. “I told myself when this happened—if it happened—I’d make it last all night, but—”
“I know,” she interrupted, giving him a quick kiss as her hands slid over his muscled back. “Now, Moretti.”
He rested his forehead against hers, his breath hot and frustrated. “Trust me I’m right there with you, but…”
“Got it,” she said, pushing at his shoulders. “I’m on the pill, but since we’re smart adults…”
She quickly wiggled out of the tangled sheets, going over to the dresser and digging through her underwear drawer.
She came up with a box of condoms, to see a naked Luc watching her with an amused smile. “That’s why nightstands exist, Sims.”
Ava chucked a condom at his chest. “This is Manhattan. I’m lucky I can fit a bed in here, much less a nightstand.”
“Actually, your plan is a good one. Gives the guy quite a tantalizing view of your ass.”