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. |
