Her other hand released its grip on his hair and traveled the breadth of his shoulder, gathering intimate knowledge of his hard muscles and hot skin through the pads of her fingertips. Greedy for more as restless heat rampaged through her body and pooled low in her abdomen and lower still, thrumming with need and want. A soft moan escaped her lips. She slipped her hand beneath the flap of the towel and wrapped her fingers around his hot cock, so hard and yet the skin so very soft, silky-smooth. She slid her hand up the thick length of it. Her thumb explored the swollen head, the ridge, glided through the droplet of moisture at the tip, ripping a husky groan from his throat. Sarah felt a tremor run through him, which caused an answering ripple of need in her own body. His hands traveled downward and nudged the robe from her shoulders, his mouth tasting the sweetness of her skin, the shape of her collarbone, a lick and then a kiss in the hollow at the base of her throat. His mouth traversed outward, upward to the muscle leading from Sarah’s neck to her shoulder, lightly, ever so lightly. A slight growl as his teeth bit softly down.

A cry flew from her lips as heat surged through her. Her hand tightened around his hot cock, which was getting slick from his juices.

“Too rough?” he murmured.

“No,” she gasped. “No. I liked it.”

“Good.” Mick soothed the bite with a lick, a kiss. His hand slid underneath her robe to palm her aching breast, fondle her nipple. She felt his teeth biting down again, toying with her, his teeth scraping, then releasing. Another soothing lap of his tongue, and then his mouth latched on, sucking hard on her tender skin, marking her, branding her his, causing shivers to ripple through her. All the while his nimble fingers wreaked havoc on her, such knowledge in the way he caressed her body, taking her higher and higher. He pulled back and looked at where he’d been sucking. “Mine,” he said, tracing the mark lightly with his fingertip. The primitive male satisfaction in his voice pumped through her like a shot of hot whiskey. “When you leave this room, everyone will know what we’ve been doing.” With his other hand, he gently rolled her taut nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. “They are going to see that mark, look into those innocent baby-blue eyes of yours, and know that I have carnal knowledge of you. They will know that you had my thick, hard cock buried deep inside you.” His dark gaze fixed on hers as the pressure on her nipple tightened and tightened, pleasure and pain intermingled. “And that you liked it.” He released her nipple, and she found herself arching toward him as his thumb made a slow, soothing circle.