“Oooh.” She tapped the page. “If I find a fuzzy red hat, maybe you’ll reenact this pose for me later?”
He glanced down at the album to see a picture of him propped up in front of the Christmas tree, naked—again—save for the Santa hat perched on his head. He sincerely hoped they hadn’t used the shot for their holiday card that year. Or this year. Or ever.
“Jesus, this really is gratuitous. You’d think I didn’t own any clothes for the first year of my life.” He ran the edge of his teeth along her neck and eased her skirt up a few inches.
“I think, technically, the hat counts as an item of clothing.” The smart-ass comment came out slightly breathless as his hand roamed higher on her thigh. She flipped the page and revealed a shot of two ridiculously chubby babies in a bathtub—one girl, one boy. The boy leaned forward to plant an openmouthed kiss on the girl, and the camera caught her midwail. “Our first kiss.”
He peered at the picture more closely. Things just got interesting. “Is that you?”
“Yep.”
“Hard to believe we were ever the same size.” He palmed the back of her thigh and shifted her legs apart.
She turned her head and looked down her nose at him, but the little shiver she couldn’t suppress undermined the imperious expression. “I’ll have you know as a baby I was in the ninetieth percentile for length and weight. One of us happened to…normalize…over time.”
Since it was there, and presented such a tempting handful, he squeezed her butt. “You’re the normal one?”
“Perfectly.” She squirmed in his grasp.
“Trust me, Smith, there’s nothing normal about you.”
“Montgomery, you can kiss my ass.”
“Can I?” He hitched her skirt up to her waist, revealing the ass in question. “I like these.” He traced one edge of her little purple panties.
She sucked in a breath and craned her neck around to glare at him. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“I’m just following orders, ma’am.” He let his breath feather over one half-bare curve, and watched goose bumps appear on her skin. “Don’t mind me. Go on and look at your pictures.”
“Beau.”
He kissed the exposed portion of her cheek.
“Beau…”
He kissed the other.
“Bea…oh!” Her voice rose at least an octave when he kissed her next. Then he slid his tongue up the center of her panties. She squirmed so much he had to hold her hips with both hands just to retrace the route.
“Oh God. Not again.”
Hell yes. Again. Her loud, throaty cry was like a velvet glove stroking his balls, his shaft. He ached, but the simple thrill of toying with her, listening to her raw, uncensored reactions, compelled him to stay the course a little longer, go a little further.
“Not there. Don’t you dare…um…oh sweet mercy…okaaaay.”
For the next several minutes he coaxed a low, breathless, insanely cock-torturing serenade of pleas and threats out of her. When her words came in short, shallow pants of “No more…I can’t…No more,” and her panties were nothing but a wet, transparent second skin, he figured he’d gone as far as he could without risking her twisting around and kicking him in the groin. He worked an arm under her waist and flipped her around. The sudden move startled a strangely satisfying squeak out of her. While she caught her breath, he dragged her panties down, hitched her legs over his shoulders, and gripped her hips. “Where would you like my tongue?”
She wasted no time showing him. Heels dug into his back. Fingers tangled in his hair, twisting tighter every time he lashed her eager little clit.
Her scent filled his nose. Her taste coated his tongue. Frantic cries reached his ears. Nothing else existed. His senses disregarded everything except her.
And then she tensed—hips raised—and let out a long, heartfelt moan.
He had her skirt off and her sweater over her head before she stopped trembling. Her fingers scrambled over the buttons of his shirt, undoing as many as she could before he tugged her bra down her arms. Her hands leaped back to his shoulders as soon as her arms were free. He filled his hands with her breasts, teasing his thumbs across the tight pink tips, loving the way she leaned in and sought his touch.
By now he knew what she liked. He cupped their warm weight, lifted and squeezed, then froze when she stiffened and drew in a sharp breath.
Immediately, he relaxed his hold. “Too rough?”