She sighed.As if she needed another infusion of heat.
Flustered, Fontana traced a bite mark on his shoulder. “I gave you a hickey.” She caressed a patch of reddened skin beneath his earlobe, then pressed her lips there, catching the salty taste of him on her tongue. “One here, too.”
A smile curled lips swollen from her kisses, those adorable dimples jumping into play. “Care to give me anything else?”
She shivered as goosebumps broke out along her arms.
Surely, it was the stormy breeze sweeping through the hallway window, not the feel of his cock hardening against her thigh. Or the callused palm covering her breast, thumb teasing her sensitive nipple in a deliberately devastating stroke.
When she started to rise, he grasped her hips and pulled her back, throbbing center to throbbing center. Moist, hot, greedy want shimmered off their bodies. “If you give me a second, I might be able to go again.”
“Again?” she whispered, dazed and delighted. She’d never goneagain.
A ragged breath ripped from his throat—a choked half-laugh. “Your enthusiasm is doing crazy things to me, Hellcat. I can’t explain, because it’s new to me. I think I can only show you.”
She was amazed she could make Campbell lose himself, make him blind with yearning.
He did the same to her. So, all told, it was fair.
“I had one already.” She shrugged weakly, her face heating. “You know,during. That might be it for me.”
Just in case he’d missed it.
“Two.” His body shifted beneath her, restless. “Both times, your pussy gripped my cock like a vise. It was hard to overlook.”
She shivered as the lingering sensations from them rippled down her spine. “Two, then.”
“According to you”—his wide smile was all self-congratulatory male—“two more than you had during sex before.”
“Arrogant beast, there’s no reason to?—”
Laughing, he dragged her down, kissing her until she melted like molten wax over him. A calculated strategy, if she’d ever seen one.
A calculated strategy sheloved.
“I’ll help you comprehend the critical need for another,” he said, his promise a burning vow in her ear. “Third time’s the charm.”
“Good things come in threes,” she added faintly, trying not to let his dreamy smile transport her places it shouldn’t.
But he was so appealing, sprawled lazily beneath her in sexual splendor—his skin slick, the delicious scent of him embracing her, his taste dense on her tongue. Too tempting, by far. And now that she knew how he could make her feel, how he touched her, how he liked to be touched…
Having power,anypower, over such a fascinating person was addictive.
“On the count of three,” he whispered, rolling her to her back and settling between her thighs. When he sucked her nipple between his lips, siphoning the last of her denial, she rose to meet him—hips arching, mouth finding his.
Absolute capitulation.
As the rational world crumbled around her—exposed, vulnerable, her body mislaid—Fontana struggled to secure her mind.
And lost.
chapter
eleven
No Rain–Blind Melon
CAMPBELL
