“We have a spark, so that means it’s perfectly OK if we want to build that spark into a fire. Or in your case”—I stroked his behind again—“an inferno.”
“You’ve forgiven me for my verbal faux pas last night?”
“Forgiven and forgotten.” I wanted to urge him overonto his back so I could frolic on all the good parts of his front side, but didn’t want to shock him with my wanton ways.
Then again, I’d just announced that I wanted to have sex with him after knowing him for a day, less than eight hours after stating the opposite. So much for high morals.
“Excellent,” he said, and before I could so much as tickle his hedgehog, he flipped over onto his back, and had whisked my nightie off over my head, pulling me over his body as he did so.
“Oooh,” I said, giggling a little as his very aroused penis poked me in the hip. “You weren’t lying about your unexpected penis. Are you sure ‘engorged’—”
“Quite sure. ‘Engorged,’ ‘swollen,’ and ‘throbbing’ are three adjectives that I’d prefer not be used when referencing my penis. You have lovely breasts. I take it you don’t mind if I reciprocate all the tormenting you’ve been doing to my poor body?”
“Reciprocate away.” I spread my hands across his chest at the same time his hands slid down my back and squeezed my butt. “I love how you talk, Alden. And before your anxiety tells you that was my subtle way of saying you’re talking too much, I didn’t mean that at all. The opposite, as a matter of fact, especially since I’m the same way. My last boyfriend says I wasn’t so much a moaner as I was a talker when it came to sex.”
“I will admit,” he said, tipping his head so as to be able to reach my right breast, “that a woman I was with once told me that the fact that I talked during intimate times caused her to strike me off her list of partners.”
“Silly woman,” I said on a gasp when his mouth closed around one of my nipples. I arched back, rubbing my thumbs across his nipples, giving them gentle littletweaks that I was pleased to see made his eyes cross. Small rivulets of fire seemed to trace along my veins at the touch of his mouth to my flesh, sending my libido into overdrive. Rather than the pleasurable tingle of anticipation I’d felt at the thought of lovemaking with him, I was suddenly cast into a raging blaze of pure, unadulterated desire. It left me breathless and speechless and writhing with mingled passion and need.
“Hmm?” he said when I made an inarticulate sound in my throat.
I twisted so that my other breast could receive its due attention, shivering with the heat that his mouth seemed to generate inside me. I clutched his shoulders, my breasts heavy and sensitive, and just when I was thinking seriously about spontaneously combusting, his fingers stroked their way up my thigh, and hit ground zero.
“Hrn,” I said, my body tightening around his fingers in a way that warned me an orgasm was imminent.
“Pardon?” His fingers stopped moving in me.
I opened my eyes, and glared down at him.
“What did you say?” he asked, a tiny frown pulling his brows together.
I searched my mind. Had I spoken? Despite my declaration to the contrary, at that moment I didn’t think I could form actual words. At least not ones that made any sense. “Hrn?” I asked, and wiggled my hips on his now stilled fingers.
A slow smile turned up the corners of his lips. “You like that, do you?”
“Hrn!” I said, my toes curling when his fingers moved again.
“Then you’re going to love this, my talkative little minx.” He rolled me onto my back, kissing his waydown my chest to my belly, and then lower, moving until he was between my knees. “I can’t tell you how nice it is to have someone who enjoys talking during lovemaking. There’s so many things to say. And ask. Oral sex, for instance. I assume by the way you are trying to pull me down to your... erm... lady parts... that you are happy to participate. Now, let me tell you what I plan to do, and if there’s something in particular you’d like, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Alden,” I snarled, glaring at him down the length of my needy, desperate, deprived body. “Too. Much. Talking!”
He laughed, and gently nipped my hip. “All right, my demanding one, I shall stop talking, and give you the pleasure you so obviously want.”
I collapsed back onto the bed, my body buzzing with anticipation as his warm breath approached the parts that were so desperately awaiting him. Just as I was grabbing the sheets to brace myself for what was sure to be a hell of a sexual experience, there was a creak outside Alden’s door, a brief tap, and the door opened.
I had just enough time to grab the duvet and fling it over us, leaving my shoulders and head exposed.
“Alden? Just wanted to let you know—” Vandal stopped at the sight of me, frowning as he looked around the room. “This is Alden’s room, isn’t it? Where is he?”
Alden, who had stiffened at the noise, jerked upright. Vandal’s eyebrows rose when the bottom half of the duvet moved apparently of its own accord.
“Ah. Just so. Well, when he’s done, would you tell him the kitchen is on fire? Fenice has it confined to the pantry area, but she thought he’d like to know.” Vandalclosed the door before I could do more than clutch the duvet to my chest.
“It’s on fire?” Alden emerged from beneath the duvet, his hair ruffled, his face furious. “Bloody house! It’s gone too far this time!”
“What?” I asked stupidly, trying to understand what was happening other than Alden had been interrupted during a moment I would have preferred to have been allowed to continue. “What is going too far? Should I call the fire department? Alden! You can’t go out like that!”
He paused at the door, glanced down at himself (still aroused, I was pleased to note, although why, I didn’t know—it wasn’t likely I was going to see any action now), and with atskof annoyance grabbed his jeans, and pulled them on while hopping his way to the door.
