“Trapper, we had an agreement.”
“We’re not nekkid.”
“You promised to behave.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re crowding me.”
“You’ve got all the covers. I’m cold.”
“You’re a furnace.” Suddenly she tensed against him. “Where’d that come from?”
At first he thought she was referring to his erection, but seeing that she was looking beyond him, he glanced over his shoulder at the nightstand. “I don’t think the Tooth Fairy left it.”
“You’ve had a gun all along?”
“All along.”
“Oh.”
“I told you I had one.”
“I thought you were just being a jerk.”
“I was. But it was also the truth.” He ran his finger between her eyebrows to smooth out the worry line and pushed aside a strand of hair lying across her left cheek. “You never asked what I was thinking.”
“When?”
“In my office while you we
re sitting across the desk from me looking all prissy and disapproving. Did you ever figure out what was going through my mind?”
Sounding prissy and disapproving, she said, “I didn’t want to know.”
He grinned. “I was thinking about your beauty mark.”
“That’s it?”
“Disappointed?”
“Surprised. I thought it would be something crude.”
“No. I was focused on your beauty mark, thinking it looked like a speck of dark chocolate and wondering if it would melt against my tongue.” He dabbed his tongue against it now, then a second time. “Hmm. Still there. Guess I’ll just have to keep testing it.” He did once again, then moved his mouth down to hers.
The kiss was long and languid, openmouthed and evocative, and ended only when he closed his hand around her breast. But whatever her protest would have been, it was replaced by a whimper when his fingers caressed her nipple. Even through layers of cloth it hadn’t been difficult to find.
“I might’ve been thinking about more than just your beauty mark,” he whispered. He shifted closer, covering half of her, and used his nose to nudge aside the collar of the tracksuit jacket so he could nibble her neck, then lowered his head and nuzzled her breast, rubbing his open mouth against the hard tip, taking love bites of it through her t-shirt, pushing at it with his tongue.
“You’d blush to know all the places my wandering mind has taken me. I’ve touched you, tasted you…” He wedged his hand down between them and cupped her sex. “…everywhere.”
Urged by gentle pressure, her thighs parted. She adjusted her hips to his advantage. He removed his hand only long enough to slide it into her waistband, over smooth skin and lace panties, then inside them where the hair was damp, and beneath it his fingers found her pliant and wet, more honeyed than she’d been in all his daydreams.
He slipped his thumb inside her. She arched up, inviting another stroke, and he obliged her, then he withdrew and with the slippery pad of his thumb traced small, teasing circles over the sensitive target. He kept that up, and sent two fingers deep, and God, she felt too incredible to be believed, so he tested just how good she felt by withdrawing his fingers before sliding them in again.
Her breath caught. His thumb added pressure. Another catchy breath, another clench around his fingers. She gasped his name.
“Wait. Don’t come yet.” He levered up and began working open the buttons of his fly.