“I—”
Before he could answer, she pushed ahead. “Didn’t youseethe way he and Ace were ogling each other? It was so hot and dirty. Why do you think we had to take showers? It was to wash off the residue of all that eye sex they had while on the boat.”
“There was no eye sex,” Ace insisted. “There was maybe a little…eye foreplay.”
“If byforeplay, you meanjust the tip. Then yeah. Sure, okay.”
“And on that note”—Ace pushed to a stand—“I’m out.”
“Party pooper,” Emily declared. But she too rose from the table, leaving Christian to follow suit.
When he skirted the table, Ace frowned at him. “What areyougrinning about?”
“Nothing,” Christian lied, carefully rearranging his features. “Just happy to have a belly full of good English food.”
“I’m pretty sure the phrasegood English foodis an oxymoron,” Emily shot over her shoulder, winding her way through the pub.
A group of blue-collar city workers eyed her passage with such interest that Christian was tempted to knock their heads together. But he kept his cool by focusing on the fact that Rusty Parker was…da-da-da-dah!…gay!
Now he could stop imagining Emily naked and in the big fisherman’s arms. Never in his entire life had he been so happy to learn of another man’s sexual preferences.
Chapter 27
“You’re beautiful when you come,” Dagan whispered, gently sliding his fingers from Chelsea’s body.
She would have reckoned speech was impossible, so she was surprised when she managed to pant, “Nobody is beautiful when they come. It’s all weird noises and awful faces.”
“You’rebeautiful,” he insisted, pressing a long, deep kiss on her. After two explosive orgasms, she’d have bet her bottom dollar she was spent. But to her amazement, his talented lips and agile tongue had rekindled an unknown ember still burning inside.
“But let’s make you come again,” he said, “just to be sure.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to—”
“I’msure,” he declared.
There was a devilishlyarrogantgleam in his eye when he smacked another quick kiss on her lips. Then he bent to retrieve his wallet from his jeans. After fishing out the leather trifold, he extracted a wrinkled foil packet.
That ember inside her became a spark when he ripped the foil open with his teeth and placed the condom’s latex ring around his plump, bulbous head.
“Mmm,” he groaned and fisted the condom down his length. His pulse beat heavily in his neck—and even heavier down below when he unabashedly gave his cock a couple of tugs.
A knowing smirk twitched his lips, causing a blush to steal into her cheeks. He had caught her looking andliking. But he didn’t say anything, just stepped forward, cupped her face, and caught her mouth in another mind-melting kiss.
For long, tortured moments, he played with her lips, played with her breasts, plumping them and thumbing her nipples into sharp points of sensation. He had once more managed to stoke the flames of her desire. And all the while, she could feel him there.
Against her.
So hot, even through the latex. So hard. So…tempting.
“Please, Dagan,” she begged when she couldn’t stand it a second longer. “I need you inside me.”
He growled deep in his chest and opened two of the lower cabinet doors. She cocked a brow, curious. Then she realized his intent when he hooked his hands behind her knees and positioned her feet atop the open doors. When he swung the doors as far as they would go, she was wide open to him.Forhim.
She could feel her heartbeat between her legs.
“Relax, babe,” he whispered against her lips, his beard rasping against the soft skin of her cheeks. “Let’s take this nice and easy.”
She didn’t want nice. She didn’t want easy. She wanted hard and fast and hot. Then again, with the size of him…
