Page 17 of Playing with Desire
Her breathing grew more labored, and she threw her head back, thighs trembling against the sides of his face as her climax rose up hot and fast inside her. He homed in on her clit, and she exploded with an uninhibited scream that echoed in the playroom.
As she floated back down from her cloud of sublime pleasure, replete from the orgasm he’d given her, only one gratifying thought filled his mind.
For three weeks, she was all his.
Chapter Six
“Wake up, kitten.”
Summer slowly stirred to the arousing feel of warm lips nuzzling her neck and those coaxing words whispered in her ear in a husky masculine voice. Smiling like a woman who’d enjoyed many glorious orgasms during the course of the night—and morning hours—she let her eyelashes flutter open and elongated her body in a catlike stretch beneath the covers that had her groaning in contentment.
Remembering she was in Declan’s bed, in the home he’d brought her to after leaving the club, she turned her head and found him reclining casually on his side next to her, his head propped up with his hand, looking wide-awake and too energetic when he should have been just as exhausted and wasted as she felt. His hair was mussed, and a golden scruff lined his jaw and chin, which only added to his rugged appeal and made his hazel eyes appear the color of rich whiskey.
Heat and awareness slid through her veins, a reaction she was getting used to when it came to him. God, it wasn’t fair that he could look so damn sexy and gorgeous in the morning, when Summer imagined she was a complete hot mess after a night of unending debauchery.
“Morning,” he murmured, grinning at her as he brushed long strands of her disheveled hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I could sleep for the rest of the day.” As if on cue, a big yawn escaped her, and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand until it passed.
“You can stay in bed for the rest of the morning and afternoon if you’d like,” he said indulgently.
“You wore me out,” she murmured, her tone threaded with a playful accusation.
“Guilty as charged.” He didn’t look the least bit contrite. “And just to point out, not once did I hear you complain or say no more when I had my hands and mouth on your body.”
She bit back a smile and shivered at the decadent memories, and how rapacious he’d been even after they’d left The Players Club. The man clearly was making up for lost time without sex, and she was reaping the benefits.
“You’re very persuasive,” she replied and realized that while she was still naked beneath the covers, he was wearing a T-shirt that molded to his broad shoulders and chest and what looked like running shorts.
“Why are you already dressed?” she asked curiously.
“Because I’m about to head out for my morning jog,” he explained. “I’ve been up for a while. You were sleeping so soundly you didn’t even hear me getting dressed. And I’m really sorry to get you up, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone in a strange house while I’m gone and wonder where I am.”
“Oh. Okay.” That totally made sense, considering they’d arrived at Declan’s place past midnight, it had mostly been dark inside, and she didn’t even know the layout of the house. She would have been concerned had she not known where he was.
“You can go back to sleep, or you can take a shower while I’m out and I’ll have breakfast with you when I get back.” He gave her an endearingly hopeful look for a man who wasn’t categorically the charming type.
“I’d like that,” she said to the latter.
He moved off the bed and stood by the side for a few extra seconds, hands on his lean hips and his gaze meeting hers tentatively—another anomaly for this alpha male who’d oozed confidence since the moment she’d met him.
Finally, he spoke. “Spend the day with me?”
It was a thoughtful request, giving her a choice in the matter. Not a blunt demand like all the others he’d made last night, and that noticeable change in him made something in her chest flutter. He genuinely wanted to spend time with her, and honestly, she wanted the same. It was a Sunday, she didn’t have work, and the only thing waiting for her at her apartment was dirty laundry. Her decision was a no-brainer.
“I’d like that, too,” she said with a smile.
His grin was so wide it crinkled the skin around his eyes. “Then consider it a date as soon as I get back.”
A date that wasn’t arealdate, according to his spiel the night before, but she’d take it and enjoy the time with him.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” he said, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Sighing, she pulled his pillow to her chest, inhaling the scent that was uniquely his, already putting these simple things to memory because she knew three weeks with him were going to fly by fast.
When he’d told her last night that he wanted to see her again, she’d been elated, followed by disappointment when he’d added stipulations to that clause. Three weeks of bliss, and they’d go their separate ways. Even though a part of her understood his reasons for keeping their affair casual, it had felt like an all-or-nothing proposition, and the thought of walking away from Declan, even after only knowing him a few hours, wasn’t something she was willing to do.
Her decision to say yes wasn’t all about the promise of hot sex, either. When he’d admitted that he wanted her more than any other woman he’d desired in a very long time, well, that confession had clinched the deal, because she felt the same way about him. And considering the kind of combat he’d most likely return to for a year or more, she wanted to give him something good and memorable to look back on.
