That wasn’t an offer he was about to turn down. But he’d held himself back so long, he was worried he might embarrass himself. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last,” he told her honestly, not wanting the party to end the minute she invited him in thedoor.
She smiledand pushed him down on the bed. Then she kicked aside the panties that were still hanging from her shoe, rose to stand beside the bed and, slowly and erotically, pulled her dress over herhead.
Once again he groaned. Of course the panties and garter belt had a matching brassiere, and of course it made him salivate to see her generous breasts barely contained in the lacy purple, the dusky nipples playing peekaboo through the fabric. “They should sell blood-pressure medication along with those things.” He moaned, watching her. She didn’t remove the shoes, or the stockings and garter belt, but she did, after an agonizing minute, slip off thebra.
Luke loved breasts. All breasts. Large ones, small ones, black ones, white ones, Asian ones; he loved the bounce and curve and the personality of every pair. But he’d never seen breasts that he loved as much as these. He could have sworn they flirted with him. Bouncing jauntily as she knelt beside him on the bed, brushing againsthim.
If he’d ever been this hard, he didn’t remember the time. He was literally quivering to have that beautiful, warm, full-lipped mouth onhim.
She shot him a teasing glance and wrapped her small, capable hand around the base of his penis. He was close toweeping.
“Now. Do you like light gentle licks? Or do you prefer a long, strongerstroke?”
Damn it, she was on to him. He never should have teased her in the car. “Anything,” he begged. “I’ll takeanything.”
She chuckled and, since she was obviously a woman of compassion, didn’t tease him any longer. She simply opened her mouth and sucked him inside where it was warm and wet and her tongue danced on his flesh. Sweat broke out on his brow as he fought the urge to explode. His blood was thundering in his ears, his breath sounding like that of a winded marathonrunner.
There was only one way he could prevent imminent humiliation. Grabbing her shoulders when she came up for air, he flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his own. While he kissed that beautiful mouth that gave him so much pleasure, he reached for acondom.
Then he entered her in one swift, hard thrust. Now he let his inner caveman out. The poor guy deserved a break. His loving wasn’t pretty, or suave; he pumped into her with all the pent-up agony and frustration of the wait, and with all the suppressed desire inhim.
Instead of being turned off by his crude rutting, she seemed to get into the spirit of the thing, hooking her legs around his hips and joining in the frenzied mating with enthusiasm. They roared like a pair of jungle lions as climax shook them; she stuffed the handiest thing into her mouth to quell her cries. Unfortunately, that something was his shoulder. Even as he came in a hot rush, he was conscious of the sharp pain of her teeth biting intohim.
Afterward, they collapsed, sweating and exhausted, intosleep.
It was dark when he awoke. And he washungry.
Shari slept on beside him, her hair in sexy tangles from their wild lovemaking. God, she wasgorgeous.
He decided to let her sleep while he rustled up some food, but a trip to the fridge informed him there wasn’t much inthere.
His stomach growled as he dug out peanut butter and a loaf ofbread.
“What time is it?” a sleepy voiceasked.
She stood there, heavy-eyed, her hair a beautiful mess, his robe hanging to her ankles, and he wanted her again. He couldn’t get enough of her. He was acting as though he were the eager novice she believed him to be; a guy who’d only just discovered sex and was suddenly obsessed. Which was exactly how hefelt.
Dropping his gaze to his watch, he said, “Almostsix.”
“Is thatdinner?”
He spread peanut butter onto bread in a generous swipe. “Nope. Before-dinner snack. I’mstarving.”
“You’re alwayshungry.”
He grinned at her. “I’m a man of healthy appetites.” He sank his teeth into his peanut butter sandwich, but he let his gaze rove her body deliberately, letting her know he was only fueling up until it was time to indulge his favoriteappetite.
One eyebrow arched as she stared back athim.
“Want one?” He gestured to the jar and thebread.
“No, thank you. Do you want to come up to my place for dinner? I’ve got some casseroles in thefreezer.”
“I want to come up to your place. Dinner’s a goodstart.”
She chuckled and disappeared into thebedroom.
He polished off his sandwich and then followedher.
