Griffin paused at the doorway where the combined fragrances nearly bowled him over. “Are you daring me to go to bed smelling good enough to eat?”
“I sure am.” Darcy flung a handful of soapy bubbles at him.
“You’re on.” Griffin kicked off his loafers. He couldn’t understand how any woman could be so invitingly playful one minute and maddeningly aloof the next. If she kept it up much longer, she might run the risk of his drowning her in some fancy bathtub. Then he remembered how they’d used the shower at his house.
“What are you laughing about?” she called.
“Private joke,” he insisted as he slipped into the tub behind her. He reached around her to roll her soapy nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
She relaxed against him and looped her arms around his thighs. “I’ve long been of the opinion that adults don’t have nearly enough time to play.”
“You’re just full of opinions today, aren’t you? Fortunately, I agree. We’re a little old for a sandbox, but could we suspend a swing from the wisteria arbor?”
Darcy wiggled her bottom against his erection. “One we could use together?”
“Sure, although I do have exposed beams in my bedroom. Maybe we ought to put it in there.”
“I’d say that all depends on what you intend to do in your swing.”
Griffin traced a meandering trail from her breasts down over her flat stomach to the soft nest between her legs. “I can think of several amusing pastimes.”
As he described them, his faint accent turned each word into the most enticing possibility. She floated on his honeyed whispers as much as his knowing touch. He knew just where to lightly graze her skin, and where to apply gentle pressure. It wasn’t just his great hands she loved, though—it was all of him.
“Of course, the motion of the swing should make every sensation more intense,” he added.
Darcy let her head drop back on his shoulder. “I like the way you think.”
He pulled her across his lap to kiss her, but kept up his intimate massage. Next, he dipped his head to draw a tightly puckered nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked until her whole body grew warmer than the water.
She reached up to lace her fingers in his hair, and he bit her lightly. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
He slid her forward, rose, and lifted her to her feet as he pulled the plug. He watched the water swirl around her legs before he helped her from the tub. “You have the cutest little feet.” He grabbed a towel and rubbed her dry. “Oh, hell, you’re cute all over.”
Darcy laughed with him until he eased her down on the bed and began to suck on her toes. “Griffin!” she screamed. “Stop it, that tickles!”
“Really? I thought it was supposed to have a more erotic effect.”
“Do other women like it?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tried it with another woman.”
“Good.” She bent her knee and patted her exposed thigh. “Lay your head here, and I’ll do the same with you.”
“Well, this is France,” he murmured as he lay down alongside her in the classic position for soixante-neuf. “But with your mouth on me, I might not be able to do a very good job on you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you an A for effort,” she coaxed.
“Did I mention that I love the way you tease me?” His head comfortably pillowed on her thigh, he slid his tongue along the length of her slit and gasped as her hands tightened around his cock. He inhaled deeply and found her own delicious scent mixed with that of the bath oil. He parted her folds with his fingers to caress her clit, but when she drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, he couldn’t concentrate at all.
In a matter of seconds, he pulled away. “That feels so good you’ve got me completely distracted.” He rolled off the side of the bed. “Here, kneel on the bed in front of me.”
Darcy grabbed a pillow to support her head and shoulders and angled her bottom toward him. He had her so hot she didn’t care what position he chose, but when he slid just the head of his cock in and withdrew, she shoved back against his thighs. He might love being teased with words, but she didn’t like being teased to the edge of climax and abandoned.
Griffin understood what she wanted and entered deeply on his second thrust. Filled, her inner muscles caressed him, drawing him down until he was buried so deep he came with quick, pistoning spasms. He felt her orgasm spiral around him, milking him dry and, when he collapsed beside her on the bed, neither of them wanted more.
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Chapter Twenty