She stretched up into him, tugging him down.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, if we’re not napping,” he pointed out.
Lifting up, he reached for the hem of her dress. She helped with another one of those crazy-making wriggles. Her dress went up, catching on her shoulders, and she was completely, beautifully bare. No panties. He almost came on the spot.
“We forgot your panties in the kitchen,” he whispered roughly.
“Who’s this we, kemosabe?” She tugged the dress free and tossed it over the side of the bed. Her skin was bronzed from her time outdoors except for the white lines from her swimsuit. He traced the mark on her shoulder with his fingers, following the path downward until he cupped her breast with his hand. Her breathing sped up.
“So, no nap?” She curled a leg around his waist, rocking against him.
“Not for at least an hour.” His mouth needed to follow his fingers, he decided, starting with her shoulder and then going lower. When his tongue discovered her nipple, she groaned.
“Is that all you’ve got in you? An hour?” She was laughing at him. An answering grin spread across his face. He blew lightly on her nipple, and her heel dug into his back. He cupped her other breast with his free hand. Equal time sounded right to him.
“I’d be happy to keep you up all night and most of tomorrow.”
“Promises,” she said happily.
Since he had all the time in the world, he explored her breasts leisurely, kissing and licking them. Sucking the tips gently into his mouth. When he caught one hard tip carefully between his teeth and pressed, she arched up off the bed.
“Cal.”
He shifted up so he could kiss her as he moved his hands lower at the same time. There were definite advantages to forgetting her panties in his kitchen. Her hands were also as busy as his mouth. She reached between his legs and palmed his erection, and just like that, his universe narrowed to one woman with wicked hands. She stroked him from base to tip, squeezing gently.
He covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard and deep. She opened up for him, her tongue tangling up with his. Two mouths, two tongues, but he had no idea where he ended or she began. The poetic crap he’d heard before suddenly made a whole new world of sense. He could feel his body blending into hers, and guess what? It was good. Better than good.
So he kissed her and enjoyed every second of it. The rough, little sounds she was making—sexy whimpers and throaty gasps because Piper had always, always been happy to tell him what she wanted—said she was enjoying this, too. That she was right there with him.
Without breaking their marathon kiss, he pressed a finger into her slick folds. Up, then down, swirling his fingers slowly around her clit in ever smaller circles. He loved touching her there. When he slid a finger inside, she was hot perfection. She clenched around him, and he added a second finger.
She tore her mouth away from his.
“Now,” she demanded.
“My night,” he reminded her. “My rules.”
“Maybe you could make an exception?” She moved, and holy hotness, now the tip of him pressed against the opening of her, and he was fairly certain he couldn’t remember his name, let alone the rules of the game they were playing.
He did, however, remember just enough to reach over to snag the condom from the chair and tear it open with his teeth—grateful for preparation because making the return trip across the room would have killed him—and roll the latex down before sinking deep inside her. He made a rough sound, she hummed something back and then he had her pinned flat beneath him, the bed slamming into the wall because there was no holding back now, just him and Piper.
She looked beautiful spread out beneath him. There was no better sight. Just his woman, her arms open for him. Her face turned up toward his, so close there was almost no space at all between them. She made a sexy little noise as he drew back, her breath teasing his damp skin. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she hung on, a tiny, welcome sting of pain promising she was sure right there with him.
She moaned his name.
“Right here, baby,” he said roughly as her hands stopped grabbing his shoulders and cupped the sides of his face instead to draw him down for another heated kiss. That worked for him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, mimicking his rhythm as he drove into her. Sexy. Hot as hell. She was all that—more than that—and he wanted to tell her how she made him feel, but no way was he letting go of her. So, instead, he kissed her some more because tonight he was all about the show-and-tell.
She felt so incredible, all liquid heat, her inner muscles squeezing him as she got closer. Being close with Piper was something else again. He wasn’t sure what the something was, but twice wasn’t going to be enough. He could do this over and over for the next fifty years or so.