“It’s not particularly dirty.” I slid my hand perilously close to her delectable arse. “Feculent. Nowthatis a dirty word.”
She giggled, and the sound scored through me. I tightened my hold on her and she rested a hand on my stomach. “You know that’s not the kind of dirty I was referring to.”
“Matutinal.”
“How is something that occurs in the morning sexual?”
“Because I’m usually very horny for you in the mornings.” I tutted. “Clever girl, you should have gotten that one.”
Laughing, she tilted her head in thought. “Famelic.”
“Exciting hunger. Very nice. Basial,” I rejoined.
“To kiss. Hmm … satyriasis.”
Unbelievably, this little word game was turning me on. I knew I was looking at her like I wanted to eat her alive. “I may be inflicted with that when it comes to you.”
Heat glittered in her gaze. “Calefacient.”
I wracked my brain trying to remember the meaning of that one. “Uh … something about heat.”
“Something that produces a sensation of heat. Particularly to the body. When you touch me. Calefacient.”
Blood rushed to my cock. Good God. “Concupiscence,” I warned her.
Her breathing stuttered. “Me too … Paizogony.”
I blinked, searching for recognition and finding none. “Uh …”
Sarah pulled back, glee cutting through her desire. “You don’t know that word, do you?”
“Uh …”Come on,brain. “I … uh.”
She shoved me playfully. “I won. I won, didn’t I?”
Laughter bubbled on my lips. “I didn’t know it was a competition.”
“Of course it is.” She tickled me and I grabbed at her hands, chuckling. “I won!”
Cuddling her close, I bowed my head, desperate to kiss her. “Tell me, then, little darling. What does it mean?”
“It means love play. Petting.” She stroked my chest.
An emotion so big, so overwhelming, it was like concrete pressing on my breastbone, cracking it, propelled me forth. I needed her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, the words a little desperate.
Yes, fuck yes.
I closed the short distance between us, taking her mouth, her soft lips. It should have been just a gentle brush, a caress, but I wanted everything. I stroked my tongue against hers and she gasped, opening to me. Then she was kissing me back just as fiercely.
Until a shrewish voice cut between us. “Well, isn’t thisnota surprise!”
Oh, bloody hell, please no.
I wished her away.
But when I broke the kiss, Angeline Potter stood before me and Sarah.
