Christ, woman. I already had to jerk one out first thing this mornin’ with your ass all up on me when we were sleepin’ last night. Now seein’ you so…” He gestured to her body but seemed at a loss for words. Nor had his gaze traveled back up to her eyes.
Perfect.
“So the question upon you, Mr. McKay, is if you prefer me to waste my money on layers and layers of fabric frippery and finery, I’d be flitting about in it all the time so you could admire me in it.” Pausing, she boldly ran her hand down the center of her body. “Why, I’d so rarely be nekkid because I’d definitely need to get my money’s worth from my fancy clothing. Don’t you agree that’d be a shame?”
“A damn cryin’ shame,” he said to her bosom.
She might’ve laughed.
That’s when his blazing blue eyes reconnected with hers.
Silas took one step forward. “Oh, you are the very devil, Miss Thompson.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
Another step.
“I never would’ve believed my betrothed would stoop to teasin’ me with her beautiful body to get her way…” He laughed. “But I’m goddamned impressed, sugar pie.”
“You are?”
“Uh-huh.” His last step meant no space existed between them. “So I’ll agree to lettin’ you contribute to our home, in whatever way you see fit—with the exception of hirin’ some other man to come in here and build the things that this man wants to do for his woman to make her happy in our home.”
“Okay. Umm. Thank you.”
“That said, darlin’, you played dirty.”
His lips floated across the shell of her ear as he spoke in the deep tone that stirred her blood.
“Very dirty,” he whispered. “Deliciously dirty. And I’m afraid dirty is as dirty does and you’ve brought out my competitive side first thing this mornin’.”
Her entire body trembled when he blew in her ear.
“I can play dirty too.” His teeth tugged on her earlobe. “Very dirty.” Another soft breath. “Deliciously dirty.”
Her throat had gone so dry she couldn’t make a sound.
“I’ve always said you look good enough to eat. Now I’m gonna prove it.” He palmed her breasts and squeezed the flesh while kissing a path down the side of her neck, over her collarbones and the heaving rise of her bosom. After a pause to angle his head, he latched onto her right nipple with his lips.
Dinah gasped at the first wet lash of his tongue. Oh heavens. She’d never felt anything like that. Velvety warmth and then cool wetness when the air hit her skin. His wicked, wandering tongue followed the slope to her other nipple, where he did the same thing.
Except harder.
Then softer.
Then harder again.
Blindly, she reached out to find her balance and ended up gripping his hair in her fists as he fed on her. She arched forward for more—rather than trying to pull away—when he used his teeth.
When Silas lightly swirled his tongue around the hard tips, her knees stopped supporting her entirely.
Chuckling, Silas dropped his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her, continuing to bite and suck on her neck as he carried her backward to the bed.
But he didn’t return to kissing and stroking and sucking on her nipples. He placed his hands on the insides of her knees and pushed her legs open and dropped to the floor. Then he lowered his mouth to that secret part of her and began kissing her there.
Dinah was shocked…then the feel of his silky, flickering tongue all over the throbbing part of her caused the last of her modesty, any protest and all sanity to flee.
Silas emitted growls that caused her belly to flutter in anticipation as he gently licked and fiercely sucked on her. The very masculine, very pleased noises gave off the sense that having his mouth on her was as much of a treat for him as it was for her. He snaked his hand up her belly to pinch and caress her nipples, never missing a beat in proving how thoroughly he intended to eat her up.
She let him. With absolute abandon.
It wasn’t long before all the nerve endings in her body fired at one time, in one place, and sent shock after shock of tingling, pulsing sensations to the spot he sucked.
Gasping and writhing without shame, she couldn’t believe her body was able to give her this much pleasure. Over the years she’d touched herself, but it’d never been like this.
As she floated down from the fuzzy headspace he’d sent her into, she understood that Silas gave her the