Authors: Jasmine Haynes
He slid two fingers down the back
of her dress.
She wriggled away. “Not in front of
the child, dear.”
“Sorry.” He wasn’t. Next he pulled
on the shoulder of her dress, slipping it further down her arm. She wriggled
again, but this time he already had his lips to the soft flesh between her neck
and shoulder.
She’d gotten wet and she smelled
ever so slightly like tomatoes, which shouldn’t have been erotic in the least,
yet it tantalized him.
“Do I have to squirt you again to
get you to behave?”
He smiled. “You really don’t want
me to comment on that?”
She blushed prettily. He could see
straight down the front of her dress as she leaned back on her haunches, her
hands still soaping the dog. Her dusky nipples beckoned. He ached to lick them.
The evil eye she gave him only heightened the need.
“Pour the water over her and rinse
her off. And be good. Or is sex all you think about?”
“Oh, I’m very good. And I’ve been
known to go a full minute without thinking about sex.” But not here and not
now. He poured and rinsed. “How much do you think about sex?”
Her Scandinavian skin flushing to
the color of her nipples, she shrugged. “Not much. Usually.”
He leaned in for a quick nuzzle of
her hair. “How much did you think about it today?”
“Not much.”
“Liar.”
Then she laughed, turned, and
smiled up at him. “Okay. I thought about it at the grocery store which made me
drive to the drugstore so I could buy something which would be necessary if I
was actually going to do something about sex rather than just think about it.”
She tipped her head, her eyes dancing. “Then I thought about it when I was
cleaning the house.”
She’d bought condoms? Christ. It
was all he could do not to scoop her up in his arms right now. “Cleaning the
house? That makes you think about sex?”
“Oh, when you’re cleaning, your
mind can wander, and then you start thinking about all the things you could do
on that very clean kitchen table or a sparkling countertop—”
“Stop. I give up. You win, and
you’re driving me crazy. Is this dog done yet?”
She batted her eyelashes. “She’s
done.” Then she leaned over to pull the drain plug with a long, exaggerated
stretch.
He wanted to run his hands over her
backside, cup the flesh. Ah hell, he wanted to climb right up behind her and
press his cock to the curve of her ass.
And she knew it, if the glint in
her eye meant anything.
“Towels. Where are the towels?” In
the cabinet over the toilet, he remembered.
He rose, watching intently as she
squeezed water from the dog’s fur with yet more exaggerated moves that drew his
gaze to the smooth length of her back.
Then she wriggled her ass.
“Tease.” At that moment, he’d do
anything she wanted.
Wrapping the dog in the towel, he
lifted her. And felt the soft glide of Randi’s hand across his cock. Up, down,
a squeeze, then it was gone.
“Don’t drop the dog,” she said.
Together, with two towels between
them, they dried as much as possible, then Royal squirmed free. The minute her
feet touched the floor, she bounced into the hallway, then shook herself,
leftover water flying everywhere. Randi squealed as the spray hit her, then
David slammed the bathroom door.
A moment later, he hauled her into
his arms, lifted her high, and backed her up against the door. She had no
choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, her full skirt bunching at her
hips and flowing all around him.
“Time to pay the piper for all your
teasing.” He rocked gently against her, his gaze rising from her luscious lips
to her luminous eyes.
She looped her arms around his
neck. “Right here?”
“I’m not sure I can wait.” He
wanted inside her badly, the need building in him all night and coming to a
crescendo as he watched her on her knees.
“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
She was right, he hadn’t, at least
not a long, slow kiss to savor her mouth. “Yes, ma’am, whatever you want,
ma’am.”
“I knew you were polite. Now kiss
me.”
She tangled her fingers in his
hair, pulled his head down, and he lost himself in her taste laced with the
lingering sweetness of wine. Her tongue flirted with his, then he took her,
deeply, hungrily, pushing her flush against the door. She clung to him,
devouring him even as he consumed her, the night’s teasing adding a touch of
desperation between them. Her legs tightened at his waist, and he dipped his
knees, then thrust against her with the same sweet rhythm of his tongue in her
mouth. His head swam with her scent, her taste, the warm glide of his hands
beneath her dress.
She pushed away, gulping air. “I
can’t breathe.” Then her teeth sank into her lower lip. With eyes the dark blue
of the ocean’s depths, her gaze traced his features. “I can’t do everything I
want to do in this tiny bathroom.”
He let her legs slide gently to the
floor. “We need a bed. A very big bed.”
She tipped her head. “My bed’s not
very big.”
He kissed the corner of her mouth,
the shell of her ear, then whispered, “It’s big enough.”
Randi’s legs trembled, and she
could barely stand, let alone walk. David made her a little nutzoid. Mick had
never done that, no one had. David didn’t kiss like Mr. Nice Guy. He kissed
like the baddest of the bad boys. Better than Mick. Better than anyone. Which
made him a dangerous man. He wanted her, it was there in the depth of his kiss,
the hitch of his breath, the darkening of his eyes, and the slight tremor in
his hands under her skirt. But was amazing the same as special? Maybe, maybe
not. A girl could get carried away, mistaking lust for love. Randi had made the
blunder before.
She wouldn’t again. She’d have hot,
intense sex with him—she was dying for hot and intense—but she wouldn’t go
expecting promises or vows of undying love. At least not right away.
Instead, she’d let him make her
feel like a hot, sexy woman for the first time in over a year. Not somebody’s
ex and not her father’s no-good daughter.
Randi grabbed David’s hand, flung
open the door, and pulled him across the hall to her bedroom before he could
change his mind. Before she could.
She flipped off the overhead light,
then crossed the room to turn on the bedside lamp. Then David’s hands went to
the buttons at the back of her dress. Granted there weren’t many of them, but
the damn things were so tiny she’d had the devil of a time doing them up on her
own. David made quick work of them, then slipped his hand down to the bottom of
her spine.
“I like the feel of your skin.
Smooth and soft.” He nuzzled her ear as he spoke.
Moisture pooled between her thighs.
“Will you lick my ear?” She had such sensitive ears.
Warm breath, the glide of his
tongue. She tingled all over. Arching her back, thrusting her breasts out, she
let the hot sizzle slide through her body.
“What else do you like?”
She liked that he asked instead of
just doing whatever made him happy. “I liked it when you licked my back.” She’d
had that first orgasm when he did that.
He slid the dress from her
shoulders, pushing the too-tight sleeves down her arms until her upper body was
naked. Sitting on the low mattress, he pulled her between his legs, his hands
stroking forward to her abdomen, then up to cup her breasts as he laid his lips
on her back. Electric shocks jolted through her.
His tongue tickled and sent shivers
to her fingers and toes. She squirmed against his mouth, but his hands clasped
her close. Tweaking both her nipples in his fingers, he nibbled below her
shoulder blade, the combination sending another lightening quick jolt to her
clitoris.
“You do that very well,” she said,
her voice husky, her lids drooping.
“I’m a fast learner.”
He turned her in his arms so
quickly she had to grab his shoulders to steady herself. His eyes blazed—for
her. She wanted to melt into that gaze and pretend she was the most important,
special person in the world to him.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispered,
the words falling from her lips without her meaning them to.
He laughed. “That makes me hot. A
dangerous guy. Yeah, that really makes me hot.” He grabbed one of her hands
from his shoulders and put it on the bulge in his jeans. “See?”
She raised one brow. “You’re a very
big man.”
“Keep talking, woman, while I feast
on these.” He latched onto a nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“How am I supposed to talk when
you’re doing that?”
He didn’t answer, testing the bead
of her nipple with his teeth, laving with his tongue, then sucking once more.
“Do you like my breasts?” They
weren’t large, but they filled his hands. And his mouth.
He hummed his pleasure, the sound
vibrating through her. Then he switched to her other breast, giving it equal
attention.
“Could I please take off this dress
now?” She didn’t want to miss a single sensation.
He kissed her between her breasts,
licked her tummy, then caught the waist of her dress and dragged it over her
hips. A small embroidered rose adorned her otherwise plain, white cotton thong.
He stopped at the sight of that rose and the cotton riding high on her hips.
“I have never dated a woman who
wore a thong. I thought they were all made of a tiny scrap of lace.”
“You’re kidding, right?” She didn’t
even address his misconception. Cotton was much more comfortable than lace.
He smiled up at her. “Still think
I’m dangerous?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe I have to ask
a few questions.”
He slipped the dress down her legs,
waited for her to step out of it, then tossed it aside. “Okay, ask.”
With the box spring set on the
floor, he was at the perfect height for what she wanted. “Have you ever...”
He rubbed his nose along the
elastic at her waist, then planted a kiss on the rose just below her belly
button.
“Have I ever what?”
“Have you ever made love to a woman
with your tongue?” Mick had been very skimpy in that department. Since it
wasn’t about him, he didn’t care for it.
“I might have done that a time or
two.” He opened his mouth against her panties and blew warm air across her.
Oh yeah, he’d done that.
She flicked the elastic of her
thong to catch his attention. “If you’ve only done it a time or two, maybe you
should get a little more practice now.”
“I like that about you,” he
murmured, gazing up at her.
She stroked her fingers through his
lush hair. “What?”
“That you know what you want, and
you don’t mind asking for it. It’s pretty damn refreshing.”
Right. Her, know what she wanted?
Yeah
,
right. That’s why she was divorced, worked at her parents’ store, and lived in
a hovel. Ha!
But that was another thing
entirely. Right now, she
did
know what she wanted. Mick had grown tired
of pleasing her. But here was a willing man. She pulled her bottom lip between
her teeth and sucked on it in conscious imitation of what she wanted. “You’re
taking too long.”
David grazed his teeth down the
cotton’s center. Hooking his fingers in the top of the panty, he let the
material slide down her legs, caressing her all the way with his tongue and his
touch. Then he came back to the juncture of her thighs.
He probed with his tongue, a light,
questing pressure. Then he parted her with his fingers, his hand between her
legs forcing her to a wider stance. The first brush of his fingers across her
clitoris had her grabbing for his shoulders.
“Am I doing all right so far?” His
eyes twinkled with mischief and pleasure.
“I need more just to be sure.”
This time he slid a digit deep
inside her. Her head tipped back, and a moan fell from her lips.
“I guess you must like it because
you’re very, very wet. I wonder how you taste?”
Oh please, please, please. He
cupped her butt in his hands and pulled her flush against his mouth, opening
over her, taking her with his tongue and his lips. Her clitoris throbbed, her
legs shook, and she plunged her fingers into the neck of his shirt, hanging on
for dear life.
There was nothing quite like the
feel of a man, the sight of him pleasuring her, the kiss of soft hair against
her belly, and the insistent pull of his lips on her clitoris. He was
beautiful. He made
her
feel beautiful and special and wanted.
She started to pant as he sucked
harder, holding her close. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him
deeper. He dropped a hand from her butt to her thigh and pulled her leg up over
his to open her more fully to his mouth. She moaned as he thrust a finger deep
and swirled his tongue over her clitoris.
When she would have fallen, he held
her up. When she started to come, crying out his name, he only increased the
pressure, making her come harder and longer than she could ever remember doing.
Made her come until her legs felt like the bones had melted, and her ears
started to lightly hum.
Somehow he swung her to the side,
and she flopped weightlessly across the bed, unable to open her eyes. Light
fingers stroked her belly.
“So, did I do okay?”
She cracked one eyelid. “You lied
big time. You’ve done that more than once or twice.”
He smiled. Dangerously, all
gleaming white teeth and kissed-to-perfection lips. “I have
never
done
that before.”
“Which part?” She narrowed her eyes
suspiciously.
“Made a woman scream like that.”
“I didn’t scream.”
“Yes, you did.”
Maybe she had. The ringing in her
ears had drowned it out.
He stroked a hand down the side of
her face, over her breasts, across her belly, and into the thatch of hair at
her apex. “Oh, baby, you screamed, and I almost came.”