“You can’t fit in this space.”
“I could make it work.”
I stroked myself again, my mouth falling open.
His jaw popped. “I’ve covered all the rules though, right? Just so I’m clear.”
“Uh-huh.” Heat built where I was circling. It was remarkable how doing something I’d done a thousand times alone could feel so completely different with Mitchell watching.
“Good,” he said. “So this isn’t breaking the rules.”
I came to attention, frowning. Mitchell grasped my wrist, gently tugging it free from my underwear. “Hey!” I said.
He brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking the first two inside.
I gasped as his tongue swirled around my fingers, my body tensing at the deeply erotic sensation. He licked them clean, then made sure he got the other fingers that had touched my body.
“Fucking delectable.” He licked his lips. He set my hand on my belly and leaned back on his elbow. “Okay, continue.”
I was frozen, stunned into silence. “Bastard,” I finally whispered.
“Not officially,” he grinned.
I finished the job, but just barely. By the end, I was practically humping the air. I was also miffed that he’d managed to best me at my attempts at seduction, atevery turn.
“Okay,” I said, crawling out of the cupboard and getting to my feet. “Anita, turn the water on, please.”
She obliged, and I ran the kitchen tap. I bent down to look underneath. Not a single drop leaked, of course. I washed my hands up to the elbows, then shut off the tap and slaked the water from my arms.
“Now, normally, this is where I’d clean up and ask for payment. But in this case,” I said, brushing off my knees, “I’ve worked up a sweat. I think I need to sneak a dip in the homeowner’s pool.”
“Are you sure?” Mitchell stood with the agility and grace of a sprinter. “Because I think it’s time for me to eat.”
“Is that right?” I backed up, my heart skipping. “You’re going to catch your prey?” I was going to have to run again.
But before I could even finish the thought, Mitchell pounced.
CHAPTER 26
Just Have a Little Fun
WINONA
Mitchell wrapped his broad hands around my waist, crushing me to him. Then he slid his arm around the back of my head, tilted me backward, and kissed me. I thought it would be hard, the way it had been before. But this one was soft and tender. Unexpected with the way he held me so tightly to his body.
Still, it sent shockwaves through me so intense my knees wobbled. His tongue hooked against the roof of my mouth, showing me exactly what that particular part of him could do.
Mitchell broke the kiss and brought me back to standing. His hands migrated around the small of my back, and then slid under the waistband of my underwear, cupping my ass.
“Fuck, Winona,” he breathed. “Every part of you feels like it was made for me.”
At the sound I made, his hands scooped lower under my ass, squeezing hard and spreading me apart.
New warmth loosened between my legs. “You feel pretty good to me, too, Mitchell,” I said.
Then I was immediately bashful. I felt, I realized, out of my league compared to him. All the sex I’d had was very basic.All the teasing I’d done I’d learned from books. Though I was pretty proud of how I’d fared so far.
But Mitchell shook his head. “I’m nothing,” he gritted out. He pressed his forehead to mine, suddenly not meeting my eyes and instead looking at his thumbs pressing circles into the outer edges of my hips.
