Blame It on the Bikini - By Natalie Anderson Page 0,50

completion.

‘We’re doing this again,’ he said quietly.

How could she deny him anything when he was so skilfully stirring her body into blissful submission? ‘A couple more times,’ she muttered, barely able to think.

‘More than a couple.’

Okay, she could see the attraction in that for her, but what about him? ‘What’s in it for you?’

He laughed silently, but she felt the vibrations all around her. ‘You have to ask, after that?’

She’d never thought of herself as a skilled lover or any kind of sexual goddess. ‘That other guy told me I was lousy in bed,’ she admitted. ‘And given James had just dumped me, I thought he was right.’

‘You’re kidding,’ Brad groaned. ‘You’re amazing. That was unbelievably amazing.’

The glow he’d already lit inside her burned brighter. ‘Is this not normal for you?’ she teased.

He stilled. She could sense him deliberating over his reply. She looked away, studying the shelf of books as if she could read the titles in the gloom.

He took her chin in firm fingers and turned her so she had to look him in the eye again. ‘No. It’s not.’

She felt her cheeks burn but he wouldn’t let her turn her head away.

‘That other night? And tonight?’ he said softly. ‘Best sex of my life.’

‘No,’ she whispered. She didn’t want him to flatter her with false praise.

‘Do I have to print out a certificate before you’ll believe me?’

She chuckled.

He was the one shaking his head now. ‘You don’t have to get the awards, you know. You don’t need accolades to be certified attractive. All you have to do is smile.’

How could she not smile when he said things like that? ‘Another confession?’ she whispered. ‘It was the best sex of my life too.’

He smiled.

‘But this can’t be anything,’ she added quickly.

‘I don’t think we need to label it, do we?’

‘It’s only for a little while.’ Only until she had her desire for him under control. If she didn’t put her heart on the line, she’d be fine.

He shook his head. ‘Don’t you get it? We can’t put limitations on this because we’ll both want more if we do that. You always want what you can’t have. And we both have that fighter within who wants to defy the rules.’

‘So what do you suggest—no rules?’

‘No rules.’ He leaned over her and whispered. His hand teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh. ‘And if you like, no boundaries.’

Mya stared at him, incredibly tempted. He meant physical boundaries. She knew that. ‘None at all?’

He lifted his shoulders.

Her heart thudded so hard. ‘All or nothing?’

‘Anything you want me to do, sure, I’ll do.’

‘You’re offering to be my love slave? You’ll do whatever I want?’ She couldn’t help but smile at that idea.

He nodded. ‘You take pleasure from me and I’ll take pleasure from you.’

He was offering a licence to thrill. ‘What if I don’t want to do something you ask me to?’ she asked curiously.

His expression deepened and he ran a gentle finger down her arm. ‘I think you’ll want to.’

She touched her tongue to her lip. Yes, she figured she would.

His fingers tickled as he suddenly grinned. ‘I wasn’t actually thinking of anything that kinky,’ he teased. ‘But maybe you were.’

Colour heated her cheeks. ‘What I think of as kinky you probably think of as tame,’ she muttered defensively.

‘You can ask me for anything,’ he murmured.

She nodded. ‘It’s not the right time for a relationship for me and you never want one … but for now—’

‘There’s just now.’ His arms tightened around her and he stood, carrying her down to his room.

Mya reached out and switched on the light as they passed it.

‘I love this wallpaper.’ She gazed at the green vines climbing the white paper. ‘It still stuns me you’re into floral.’

‘It’s not floral,’ he said firmly, planting her on the bed and tugging off her jeans. ‘It’s jungle.’

‘That’s floral.’ She rolled onto her stomach and pointed to the small vase on the bedside table filled with sweet-smelling summer roses.

‘Women like flowers,’ he said blandly, bending to kiss the small of her back.

Oh, he might talk all sophisticated loverman, but it wasn’t quite as it seemed and she knew it. ‘No, you had flowers there that first time I visited, and you didn’t know I was coming.’

‘I’m always prepared for an overnight female guest.’ He emphasised the tease with a nip of his teeth.

‘No.’ She rolled to face him and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to pull him onto her. ‘You prefer to sleep at their houses so