Moving away from her breast, he teased his finger back and forth in front of her, jelly sliding down his knuckle, a dollop still resting on the tip. When he skirted past her nipple, Mandy let out a soft cry of disappointment. She had thrust her breasts out toward him in invitation, full and plump, her taut nipples a deep pink, the one still shiny and wet from his mouth.
Teasing himself as well as her, he asked, “Oh, did you want it here?” He hovered over one nipple.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she said, employing that clipped secretarial voice of hers. “Whatever works best for you.”
“How generous of you.” His body was tense, his skin hot and tight, blood rushing through his head with a sexual buzz. “Maybe I will put it here, then.”
Coming a half inch from contact, he pulled his finger back. “Or maybe not.”
She groaned, and he gave a low laugh. “Are you hungry, Mandy?” He stared into her rich brown eyes and wanted her to understand, wanted her to feel the same urgency and longing. “I am. I’m very, very hungry.”
He smeared the jelly on her bottom lip from side to side. The tip of her tongue came out and flicked across his finger. The burn in his gut increased, and he snatched his finger back, out of her reach.
Replacing his finger with his mouth, he kissed her, licking at her lips, teasing his tongue into her until they were both covered in sugar and sweet fruit, passion, and the taste of each other. His hands dug in her hair as he drew her in closer, and her bare breasts brushed across his button-up shirt. Wanting to feel her against him, he used one hand to laboriously undo each button on his shirt, while he nipped and ate at her mouth.
When he got the shirt apart and her chest collided with his, they both groaned. “You feel so good, Mandy. So perfect.”
Her head tipped back and he took the opportunity to suckle her neck.
“Damien, it’s so different with you. So much more...intense. That sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Not at all. “I was thinking the same thing.”
His knees were crunching around in crackers and cheese, and he shifted, needing more.
“Lie back.” Even as his hands were easing her down, he realized that was wrong. “Shit, we’re not supposed to do that. ” He pulled her back up, immediately feeling guilty for forgetting and flinging her around like a rag doll. “Sorry.”
Mandy touched his cheek. “Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for something like that. This is new for both of us and we’re trying to learn how to adjust. The book did say after the fourth month I shouldn’t lie on my back for long periods of time, like sleeping. I don’t think this counts, but if it makes you more comfortable we can just try a different position.”
He loved how she was so matter-of-fact about what they were doing. They were lovers, having sex, and no sense in tiptoeing around that.
She was wiggling out of his arms. “The book encouraged couples to experiment with new ways of doing things.”
The only problem with that was they weren’t a couple. They were something that was getting more and more complex and harder to define. Not willing to dwell on that too long, Damien was about to suggest they lie down on their sides and see where that went. Before he could open his mouth, Mandy turned and crawled toward the pillows, peeling down her bikini bottoms.
He was about to protest that he would have liked to have done the peeling down of those, when she went up on all fours.
“Though they did suggest coming from behind as a good one. Would that interest you?” And she stuck her perky little ass in the air toward him.
Holy hell. Damien closed his eyes and counted to five before he could answer. Everything ached with longing. Even his teeth wanted her. His ears were turned on.
She had no idea. Absolutely no fucking idea what she did to him. “Yes, that interests me.”
Yanking his shirt and pants off and tossing them in the hamper along with Mandy’s bikini bottoms, he shoved the cracker mess right off the side of the bed. He’d give housekeeping the world’s biggest tip because he could not wait one second longer. Then he put one hand on Mandy’s pale backside and moved right alongside her.
Thighs touching hers, he stroked her smooth skin, enjoying the curve of her heart-shaped ass, the arch of her spine rising gracefully to her neck. Goose bumps rose under his touch, and she gave a sweet, low sigh.
“I think this will work.”
“Oh, this will definitely work.” Damien leaned over and kissed her shoulder, his fingers trailing between her legs, his erection pressing into her hard and urgent.
And what he thought might work would be them. Him and Mandy. Together. Not just here, but there, too. Back in New York.
The thought startled him so much, kicked him in the gut and head and everything in between, that he forgot where he was going with his hand and let his finger pause right where the swell of her bottom met her inner thighs.
Resting on her forearms, Mandy was wet with anticipation, swollen with longing, tilted back as far as she could without snapping her spine in two, and Damien had stopped. His finger hovered over her crotch like a hummingbird with a flower. Hewas supposed to be dipping into her bloody nectar, and he wasn’t doing a damn thing.
“Damien?” She felt ridiculous with her bum in the air, arms forward, as if she was paying homage to the mattress.
