Page 64 of Captivated

She hadn’t even finished catching her breath before he had pulled her shirt up over her head, and tossed it somewhere to the side. His jacket, tie, and shirt quickly followed the same path.

Liliana found herself picked up from the floor, but her legs still stayed tight around Joe’s waist.

“And don’t even try to tell me you don’t have the balance,” she heard him say.

What?

“Show me how well you can stretch, ballerina.”

Liliana blinked when her bare feet were set back down on the floor. She realized then that he had brought her over to her barre against the windows. Without coverings, although her place was dark with the lights turned off, just about anyone could probably see at least her naked silhouette if they stared hard enough.

“Joe,” she said in a whine, glancing back at him.

He shook his head, grinned, and took a step back. “Show me—and take off those shorts, too.”

A heat climbed up Liliana’s throat. She was sure her cheeks turned red with the color, too.

Joe didn’t miss it. “Don’t get shy on me, sweetheart.”

Liliana swallowed hard, and glanced out the windows again. Just as quickly, her embarrassment washed away when she turned back to see Joe discarding the rest of his clothes. He snatched a condom from his pants, and made quick work of sliding the latex down his cock. Only he could make the sight of putting on a condom sexy.

Fucking hell.

Naked, with nothing but his black rosary hanging around his throat, and the backdrop of her wall of paintings behind him, he looked like every inch of sin.

Delicious.

Dangerous.

And perfect.

He would test the morals of a nun.

Fisting his length, he flashed his teeth in that teasing way, saying, “Stretch for me.”

If that’s what he wanted …

How could she say no?

Liliana was quick to drop those shorts of hers, and didn’t miss the way Joe’s gaze drifted down to her bare sex. She had to keep her eyes on just about anything but him in order to focus on at least doing what he told her to do.

She remembered what he said that first time.

Listen.

Listening got her everything from Joe.

Liliana went through the motions of stretching against the barre—her arms, core, and back. Nothing too strenuous. It was only once she lifted her left leg high to lay flat against the bar, and bent her entire body to the right, that a sound from Joe made her hesitate.

Or shit … anticipate.

A grunt, maybe.

Or it could have been a groan.

Either way, it was by far one of the sexiest sounds she had ever heard in her life. Like he hadn’t even been able to contain it coming out of his mouth.

“Do you know how fucking good you look like that?”