The Engagement Arrangement (Boots and Bouquets #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,49

seduction, but I’m here, I’ve come twice already and you have a boner the size of California. Don’t you think we should get to it?”

His lips curved. “Still in a hurry, I see.”

“No, not in a hurry. But the sooner we get to fucking, the more times we can do it. And if you’re as good at that as you are with your fingers and your mouth, I figure I can get a few more orgasms tonight.”

He laughed, then set his glass on the nightstand. “Oh, I see. Now you’re using me for sex.”

She held her arms out for him when he settled in next to her. His breath caught as she teased her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“Using you? Hardly. You are my fake fiancé, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I’m putting sex into our nonbinding fake fiancé agreement.”

“There’s an agreement?”

“There is now. And it has sex in it.”

He reached into his nightstand for a condom, put it on, then rolled her over onto her back and slid his hand between her breasts, sliding a fingertip around her nipple. “Where do I sign?”

She smiled up at him. “Right there. With your tongue.”

He laid his tongue flat against her nipple, then flicked it, rewarded with her soft moan. He took the bud in his mouth and sucked gently, feeling it tighten against the roof of his mouth.

And when she lifted against him, he eased inside her, cupping her breast and taking her mouth in a kiss that felt like fire. She tasted like all he’d ever wanted, felt like everything he’d ever needed, and all he wanted was to stay like this, with her wrapped around him, until time stopped.

He could only hear the sound of her breathing, the feel of her body moving under his, the taste of her mouth as she kissed him with such deep passion that he had to fight the urge to release right then. He held back, wanting this to last all night, even though he knew he couldn’t. But she tasted so damn sweet and the way she looked at him with such raw passion nearly did him in.

He’d always known that being with Brenna would be good—damn good. But this was more than just awesome sex. He’d been half in love with her ever since he first saw her. And now that they were one like this, he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go.

She pushed at his chest and he rolled over, letting her climb on top of him, her hair a fiery cascade over her breasts as she rode him, setting the pace for both of them, making him tighten until all he could do was hold on to her hips and roll her forward and back. She tilted her head back, her beautiful breasts gliding along with her movements. And when she convulsed against him, dipping forward to kiss him as she came, he finally let go, groaning her name against her lips as he released with a shudder.

She lengthened herself along his body as they recovered, and Finn had to admit it felt pretty fine to feel her sprawled against him, her body aligned with his, her breathing soft and even. Her hair splayed across his chest and he picked up a strand, sifting it through his fingers.

Yeah. Like silk. He’d never get tired of touching her—any part of her.

“I need a drink,” she mumbled, her face buried in his shoulder.

“Alcoholic or otherwise?”

“Water. All that moaning and screaming has left me parched.”

He smiled as he curved his hand over her hip. “Well, I did work you over.”

She lifted her head. “Hardly. You were the one just lying there on your back.”

“You have no appreciation for the efforts I put in.”

“I’m drowning in sympathy over here.”

“I can tell by your sarcastic look.”

“Who? Me?” She climbed off and he got up, disposed of the condom and went into the kitchen to refill their glasses with fresh ice water. When he came back, she was propped up against the headboard. He was happy to see she wasn’t ready to bolt out of his room or his house.

He handed her the glass and she took a few swallows, then set it on the nightstand.

“Thanks.”

He set his glass next to hers, then pressed a kiss to her raised knee. “So, about you insulting my manhood.”

She frowned. “I did no such thing.”

He raised her leg and massaged her calf, then her foot. “Oh, but you did. You said you did all the work, but I beg