“You’ve succeeded.” He set the bowl on her nightstand, stepped out of his loafers and peeled off his socks. His shirt came off with a quick tug and his pants followed. He remained in his black silk boxers and joined her on the bed. “I’ve never had a woman lick ice cream off me. Do you do it often?”
She eyed him with a provocative stare. “Are you incapable of thinking of me as your woman, rather than the mistress of millions?”
“I didn’t mean that, and it couldn’t have been millions,” he argued. “You just made it sound fun.”
She slid her finger under the waistband of his boxers. “You won’t need these.” She rolled them over his hips to brush his erection and tossed them to his pile of clothing. “Just lean back, and I’ll do the rest.”
He stretched out as ordered but flinched as she dropped a spoonful of ice cream into his navel. “That’s cold.”
“It’s ice cream,” she chided. She licked it off, blew her warm breath over the remaining cold spot and swished her curly wig over his chest. “Better?”
He grabbed the ends of her red hair to pull her up for a kiss. She licked his lips. “Do I taste like chocolate?”
“Hmm.”
She spread ice cream over his nipples. “Tell me if you like this.”
He pressed her close. “Do you plan to tease me all night?”
“Do you have an objection?” She danced her fingertips down his belly to encircle his cock and felt him grow even harder. “I don’t feel one.”
“Bastard never objects,” he moaned.
She trailed her long curls over his hips. “Do you want him to?”
“No, never.”
“Good, I don’t want you to regret a moment of tonight.” The cast on her leg forced her into inelegant poses, but she kept him too happy to notice. “Isn’t this all a compliment?”
“Definitely.” He arched his back as she drew his cock deep into her mouth.
Stretched along his thigh, she licked and sucked and fondled his balls with a gentle cupping. She
loved the way his whole body reacted to each flick of her tongue and wasn’t surprised when he yanked her into his arms. “Too much?” she asked coyly.
“It’s never too much with you.” He kissed her eyelids and earlobes before sending playful nibbles over her lips. “You have such a pretty mouth, perfect for kisses.”
She caressed his chest and teased a nipple before savoring his compliment with a deep kiss that didn’t end until he rolled her beneath him. She loved how easily he turned the night blistering hot. Wrapped in his heat, she reveled in his every thrust and gloried in a shuddering orgasm. Filled to overflowing with pleasure, she lay blissfully exhausted. She rested her head on his shoulder, and while she drifted on the edge of sleep, she could feel he was still wide awake.
“I don’t want to do anything but this,” she cooed against his chest.
“Are you calling me a boy toy?”
His voice held a deep, teasing rumble, but she rose up on her elbow to make certain he understood. “You’re good for everything, but I’m talking about myself. I’ve worked twenty years, and I don’t want to model maternity clothes or anything else for a while, or start a photography business. I only want to be with you and do nothing else—although I might learn to cook or sew and make some baby clothes. Call it an extended vacation, but please don’t make any more suggestions for my career.”
He responded with a skeptical snort. “You’ll be happy trying recipes for squash soup and sleeping with me while we wait for the baby?”
“Hmm.” She covered a wide yawn.
“Then you might as well marry me, Ana.”
She was quiet a long moment. “Not until you propose properly.”
“Diamond ring, flowers, live music?”
“Whatever you like, but it has to be a surprise, and please don’t keep me waiting too long. The marvelous proposal you claimed couldn’t be repeated didn’t exist, did it?”
“I’m sorry, no.” He hugged her tight. “But poetry can’t be rushed.”