The Love Scam - MaryJanice Davidson Page 0,68

of want to,” she confessed, reaching around and lightly scratching his back and then his ass. “I’ve been thinking about it, too, y’see. And then, when you’ve rested, we can go again.” She bit his earlobe. “As many times as you like. ’Til morning, when we have to … be ourselves again.”

“Oh my God.”

“You should talk, though. A lot. I love your voice. Goddamned verbal velvet, that voice.”

“If you’re not careful, this will be over before you can get the condom unwrapped,” he growled in his goddamned verbal velvet voice. “Possibly if you move your hands another few— Yeow!”

“So firm.” She giggled, then pinched his ass again.

His kissed her through her giggles, attacked her neck, tried to hold back

“It’s okay. I don’t mind a few marks.”

and then latched on until a dark love bite was blooming halfway down her throat. He wanted to see it. He wanted other people to see it. This was their only chance, but tomorrow, when he was gone, other people would look and see his mark on her. The thought made his hands shake.

“Rake, it’s okay. It’s— Oh. Oh.”

He licked at her nipples like a cat until they were straining and red, then rubbed his stubble over them until she arched and sighed beneath him. He moved lower and nuzzled the tender undersides of her breasts, licking at the sweet curves there, and then lower still, and kissed the soft skin around her navel.

He moved lower, taking his time, and ran his hands up her long, sleek thighs, gently easing her legs apart. He got a whiff of her—soap and musk and warmth—and nuzzled against the dark curls covering her mound. He blew softly, then nuzzled again, and then licked a slow, gentle stripe that parted those plump outer lips. Delaney let out a groan and he shuddered and fought the impulse to spread her wide and lunge and go and go and go until he came, until they both came.

He licked and teased and sucked and—gently!—nibbled, while Delaney moaned and squirmed beneath him, her fingers locked in his hair, her legs spreading to allow him more access, and when he slipped two fingers inside, he had to grit his teeth

(God, God, like crushed velvet, like hot crushed velvet, and if it’s this good around my fingers, how will it feel around my ah God)

and fight the impulse to be extremely ungentlemanly.

“Keep them there,” she said hoarsely, “keep doing that.” Then she brought her own fingers down and while his slid slowly in and out of her, she held herself open with one hand and stroked her clit with the other, legs spread

“Rake, Rake, that’s so good, that’s perfect, don’t stop, don’t…”

(God oh God oh God oh God oh God)

and squirmed and brought herself to orgasm while he watched, while she showed him exactly what she liked and how she liked it, and he’d never, not ever, seen anything hotter. When her fingers stopped, his did, too, and she gasped for breath. When she relaxed and opened her eyes to look at him, he darted in close and licked at her clit once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth, and she fell into another orgasm, her thighs clenching around his head

“Rake! Ah, God, ah-ah-ah!”

as she shook through it. Then her thighs relaxed and she seized him by the shoulders and hauled him up.

“You now. You, please, I need to feel you, you have to be inside me, you have to, I want to do that to you, I want you to come as hard as I did, now, Rake, right now.”

It took, at rough estimate, a thousand years to get the condom on. But it was, finally, and then he was slipping into her, and thank God for the condom, or they would have been done, it would have been over. She was wet and delightfully tight, hot and smooth and luscious exactly where he needed her to be, and her legs came up and locked around his waist

“Harder. Please, Rake—more. More.”

and he could have wept in relief. He knew enough about her teenage years to worry about doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, but Delaney goddamn owned her sexuality and had no problem telling him what she needed.

So he surged forward, and her moan was like music; he pulled out and slammed back in, and did it again, and again, and her hips met his every thrust. The headboard was thumping and the DND sign wasn’t on the door and