She tightened her grip on him. “Put them back. Nothing is wrong or off-limits,” she whispered into his ear.
It was as if the room were closing in on them, but not in a terrifying way. This closeness mimicked a cocoon, a safe harbor.
He returned his hands to her taut arse, and she rocked her hips.
He might have that boner for the next twenty years.
He inhaled a tight breath as her tiny shorts slid up, revealing her bare arse and—
“You might notice that I’m not wearing any underwear,” she supplied, reading his mind.
Might notice?
His rock-hard cock twitched in his track shorts. “Yeah, I’m noticing. I’m doing quite a bit of noticing.”
She pulled back to meet his gaze. “In this position,” she said, her voice growing breathy, “our focus narrows as our alertness increases.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more alert than I am right now, plum,” he confessed.
“Good, you’ll feel the shift as our chakras align.”
“Do my chakras seem okay? They’re not tiny, are they?” he bit out, recalling the sassy barb she threw at Silas Scott.
She swiveled her hips and bit her lip. “Your chakras align with mine perfectly.”
They moved together, rocking slowly, so slowly.
“You may experience some tingling,” she added, followed by a dirty little moan.
“Yeah, I’m getting that,” he replied as she arched into him.
With their breath and heartbeat in sync, a flood of words came to him, and he couldn’t hold back.
“I don’t think it’s any secret that I want you. But the more I want you, plum,” he began, sliding his hands beneath her shorts, “the more beefcakey I seem to become. I act like an arrogant prick, and I don’t want to be like that to you. I want you, Libby Lamb. I know I should fight this impulse. But I can’t. You don’t do relationships. I get it. I don’t do them either. But I need you. Can I have you, for now, here in this crazy donkey town?” He grimaced. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”
She cupped his face in her hand. “It came from your heart. And I agree with you. There’s an attraction between us that can’t be denied, and—” She dropped her gaze.
“And?” he gasped, praying she’d agree.
She returned her focus to him. “And we did commit to following the like cures like program to remedy my lopsided chi. We also agreed to the exercises and benchmarks regarding the loss of my O,” she said, making slow, grinding circles with her hips.
“Yep, I remember,” he answered as the friction between them nearly drove him mad.
She closed her eyes and hummed a sexy little sound. “And we’ve made progress in assigning a benchmark test subject.”
She was damn good at sounding smart. It took everything he had to not flip her onto her back, drive his cock inside her, and screw her brains out in this pile of violet and blue with birdie figurines watching.
He stilled as his last two working brain cells pieced together what she’d said.
“What’s a benchmark test subject?” he got out. It was a miracle he could still speak.
“Doug.”
“Doug?” he repeated—thanks to the dwindling blood supply.
“Yes, Doug appears amicable to spending time with me and would be an appropriate final benchmark subject. And until the race, we could gather more data on the like cures like method and call everything you and I do up until that point spiritual development.”
He liked the sound of gathering more data. Even in his state, he understood that meant sex. What he didn’t like was the thought of the Zen douche donkey whisperer touching Libby.
“How about this,” he posited, his words taking on a possessive bend. “We put the final benchmark in the hands of the universe.”
Look at that. He could sound yoga-smart, too, when properly motivated.
“What are you proposing?” she asked, rolling her hips.
Focus, man.
“If Doug beats me in the Ass-in-Nine race, we follow the benchmark plan and treat him as a test subject. But if I win, Dougie is out. You don’t let him lay a finger on you,” he growled, the beast emerging.
“How will we know if the like cures like regimen worked without a final benchmark guy?” she pressed, their bodies grinding together.
“I’ll figure it out after I’ve got a little more blood in my brain,” he answered, tightening his grip on her backside with one hand and sliding the other into her hair.
He was bloody done talking.
He brought her to him, and their lips met, parting instantly and giving way to what must have been the hottest kiss ever shared between two human beings.
Electricity crackled.
Colors hummed.
He devoured her softness, and the hunger of his need shattered any last threads of resolve. Fueled by desire, he gave himself over to her, over to the passion that could not be restrained. Frenzied and urgent, a surge of titillating vibrations consumed him. He lifted her high enough to free his cock, then pushed the crotch of her shorts aside and lined himself up with her entrance. His tip indulged in her sweet wet heat as his mouth captured kiss after kiss. He had to get closer. He needed all of her. Her kisses sang through his veins, calling out to him.
Take me. I’m yours.
He was so close to thrusting his hips—so close to forgetting what they should and shouldn’t do. As much as he’d tried to banish her from his mind, his body remembered the beautiful ecstasy of the first time they’d made love. Searing anticipation tore through him. His heart was ready to beat itself out of his chest when Libby stilled.
“Wait, Raz, we can’t. Not yet.”
“What is it?” he asked, searching her expression.
She twisted away from him and reached toward a bag—her yoga tote—and pulled it over. He hadn’t noticed it.
“What are you looking for? Condoms?” His addled mind couldn’t put together what she was doing.
“We don’t need condoms. We need a rainbow.”
He could do a lot of things. He was as strong as an ox and resourceful as hell—but a rainbow?
“Plum, I know we’ve got the whole bright energy thing going on. I feel it, too. But it’s nighttime. It’s pitch-black outside.”
“I’ve got it covered.” A dirty smirk stretched across her lips as she held up the Rainbow Screamer.
He stared at the multi-colored vibrator. “You’re not going to throw that at me while we…”
“No,” she answered. “I’m going to use it on myself, and you’re going to watch.”
His mouth hung open.
Bloody hell, he loved yoga.
“The benchmark, remember? Before we have sex, we should test if I can have an orgasm by myself.”
“Yeah, I’m happy to watch you pleasure yourself—for the purpose of the program and chi and orgasm reclamation,” he blathered.
He sounded like an idiot, but he didn’t care.
Had he ever been this horny?
Never.
Was he ready to explode?
He was damn close, but he had to keep it together.
“Should I move?” he asked, glancing around the masturbation nest.
“No, I want to do it like this—with your energy around me.”