A Good Day for Chardonnay (Sunshine Vicram #2) - Darynda Jones Page 0,133

took her pupils a moment to adjust. “So, we have a little time.”

“I suppose we do.”

He walked up to her and put an elbow on one side of the door-jamb and a palm on the other, draping his arm across the opening. Then he ran his fingers through his wet hair, shook out his head, and gazed down at her.

The towel hung low on his hips, the evidence of his interest painfully obvious. One tug would be all it would take. But she was glued to his face. That gorgeous, rugged thing that had been the center of her dreams for so very, very long.

He leaned close again, brushed his lips along her cheek, and whispered in her ear three words she never thought she would hear from him. “Fuck you, too.” He kept his mouth at her ear as fire surged throughout her body, and added, “And the broom you rode in on.”

She leaned back. “Are you calling me a witch?”

He leaned forward. “How else do you explain it?” he asked, wrapping a large hand around her neck and pulling her closer. “You’ve bewitched me.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “You bewitched me the first time I saw you and no one else has ever measured up.”

He pressed his warm body against hers, lifted her face, and looked down into her eyes. “There’s only ever been you.”

He lowered his mouth to hers. Ran his tongue along the seam of her lips until they parted. Dove in. Again he tasted like whiskey and butterscotch, and she wondered exactly what he was drinking that was so lovely.

His hands smoothed over her ass and he pulled her against him hard, then surprised her by lifting her into his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck, refusing to break the kiss, and heard the towel fall to the floor.

He pulled back. “I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

“Why?”

“I think you’re very fragile right now.”

“Like a flower?” she asked.

“More like a bomb. Still, may I have your consent, Sunshine Vicram?”

“Yes. Yes. For the love of God, please fuck me.”

Then she was on the bed. He eased on top of her, his biceps bunching with each carefully controlled movement. He smelled like soap and shaving cream. The scent only added to the euphoria she felt at finally having Levi Ravinder on top of her. Wanting her. Craving her. Well, if the growl he emitted was any indication. And she liked to think it was.

She sent her hands over his steely ass and pulled him against her. Her pink blouse had ridden up and his cock lay heavy on her exposed stomach. She pushed a hand between them and encircled it with her fingers. He stilled, his muscles contracting to the density of marble as she stroked him. First with small, hesitant strokes, then with longer ones.

“Fuck, Shine,” he ground out as her confidence grew.

Before he could protest, she broke off the kiss and wiggled down between his legs until his cock was at her mouth. Magnificent. Hard. Flesh straining against the confines of its own skin. She felt a rush of blood when she eased her lips around it. She teased the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then took his ass into both hands and pulled. He slid into her.

“Fucking hell,” he said when her teeth grazed the length of his erection, his voice hoarse, almost begging.

But she dug her fingernails into his ass to hold him inside her, to prevent him from unsheathing, and sucked. His breathing grew heavier. She slowly eased him out, then drew him back inside the warmth of her mouth, wrenching a groan from him.

The blood rushing just beneath the surface of his cock would suggest he was near orgasm, and that thought sent a scorching heat coiling in her abdomen. She felt the flood of her excitement between her legs as she slowly, painstakingly pumped him to climax. She wanted that for him. Wanted to be able to do that to him, as though it would be a coup, a notch in her Levi belt. At last.

But he reached down and wrapped a hand gently around her jaw to stop her. “Wait,” he said breathlessly. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

He pulled out of her, and she grinned up at him, still straddled above her.

“That was the general idea.”

He reached behind her head, grabbed the sheet she was lying on, and jerked her back up like she weighed nothing.