Reaching down between them, Vince found her clit again, and applied pressure before this time giving it a distinct pinch.
Lace came hard, with a howl, her interior walls closing around him in a pulsating beat that sent Vince immediately following her right over the edge.
His brain deserted him as every one of his primal pleasure-centers took over.
He couldn’t say how long he stayed in that mind-space, but part of him could sense that Lace was right there with him.
Breathe, Vince. Breathe.
The aftershocks, leading to gentle kisses and strokes between them, was also something Vince hung onto far longer than he ever had before.
Wow.
Thiswas what sex was all about.
How could he ever have considered what he’d done in the past as anything close?
Legendary.
Vince was pretty damned sure his balls were completely empty.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Lace was on cloud nine, or at least as close to that happy brain-space as possible being back aboard theWater Wrestlerinstead of lolling about in bed with Vince.
Which was what her wrung-out body had wanted when her alarm had woken her from a sound sleep at stupid-o-clock this morning.
She was still boneless from the previous night, because their fun hadn’t ended in the bathroom.
Nope.Vince had, postinitialcoitus, ditched condom number one and carried her into the bedroom, where he’d proceeded to don the second prophylactic, then blow her mind. Not once, but two more times; bringing her to more orgasms than she’d probably “self-influenced” in a long freaking while.
Lace, not to be outdone, had reciprocated with an enthusiastic, if not especially professional blow job. But it must still have hit the spot, because Vince had come with a roar within three minutes of sucking him deep, only to have her up on her knees within a very short time thereafter, fucking her quite thoroughly from behind.
And now? It was hard to concentrate on her fostering classwork without the occasional lapse into fantasy-land.
Lace forced herself to stay focused.
Luckily for her, the morning so far had been a lot more chill than normal.
She’d been sent a few withering glances by Captain Slime-ball, but he hadn’t tried to engage with her. A definite plus. Maybe he’d decided to play nice; accepting her change of day off. Or even better, perhaps he’d simply resolved to ignore her from here on out.
Wouldn’t that be lovely.
Lace went back to reading on her computer until a voice startled her from her concentration.
“How’s things with the new boyfriend?” Ryan asked, coming over to where Lace sat, holding his hand out for a fist-bump.
Lace returned the gesture, then laughed uncomfortably, knowing she was blushing, remembering all the things Vince had done to make her body sing the previous night.
“Good,” she responded. “Great, actually,” she amended. “We had a really…unusual day yesterday.”
“Unusual, as in good?” Zach interjected, coming up behind Ryan.
Lace greeted him with a nod and then began to tease.
“Well, when it involves a helicopter ride from a Night Stalker pilot, then a bunch of hours at a golf course retrieving balls from water hazards…yeah. Unusual can be pretty darned entertaining.”
“A Night Stalker?” Ryan marveled, his face growing excited. “Do you think I could meet him? I’ve taken a few flying lessons in a fixed wing, and plan on doing more when I can afford it. I really want to get my pilot’s license, but I’vealwayswanted to grab a ride in a helicopter. Maybe I’ll fly one of those someday.”