Toxic Game (GhostWalkers #15) - Christine Feehan Page 0,128
muscles surrounding him squeezed and milked. When he loosened his hold on her, she pulled back gently. Her tongue slid up his shaft. Swirled so lightly, the sensation helping to bring him back from wherever she’d flung him.
She lifted her head, took a swallow of champagne and then another mouthful. Once again she took him in her mouth and the bubbles surrounded his sensitive cock, licking at him nearly as gently as her tongue had.
He took several deep breaths before he could find his voice. “What the fuck, Shylah? Where the hell did you learn that?”
She sat back, a smug look on her face. “I had a lot of spare time, and I read. There are tons of interesting articles on technique, and I told you, I practiced. A lot.” She stroked her fingers over his cock and balls. “I didn’t think I’d ever find the right man to give my expertise to, but then you came along.”
He leaned down and kissed her. She tasted like champagne and sex. It took another minute to find the strength to walk to the other side of the table and it was only a couple of steps. “Here’s to your expertise, sweetheart. Feel free to practice anytime. You blew my head off.”
“I take it that’s a good thing.” She sounded complacent, and he knew she was well aware what she’d done to him.
His woman was a ferocious little tiger in and out of bed. She wasn’t in the least embarrassed. She was proud of herself and very confident. He really liked that. “I’m going to eat a lot. I think I need to keep up my strength.”
She nodded. “That’s a good idea. I don’t think you’re going to get a lot of sleep.”
He burst out laughing. “That’s my line, woman.”
“You created the monster.” She cut a small piece of the filet. Her expression changed. “Draden. Whoever cooked this, we have to take him home with us. Seriously. Even if we have to kidnap him. Or her. It had better not be a woman. You’ll fall in love with her.”
He took a bite. The meat was so tender it nearly melted in his mouth. “I have to agree, but you don’t have anything to worry about. I could give up food for what you just did.”
She ate in silence for a few minutes. He glared at her. “This is where you give me that same reassurance.”
Amusement lit her eyes and that quirky, sinful mouth of hers curved, bringing out her dimple. “Is that what I’m supposed to do. Let me think about that. This is pretty good. Flavorful. Melt in your mouth. Remember I had to eat those rations for a good portion of the time.”
Her teasing found its way into his heart just the way it always did. He tried to look stern. “I hope your reading included the better elements of BDSM.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Are there better elements? Of course I read about it. We all did. It was intriguing reading, but if anyone’s tying anyone up … I’ve got the silk.”
He shook his head. “That is not where I was going with it. Think about lying across my lap, my hand on your bottom.”
She took a bite of the prawns. “What would your hand be doing?”
“I have a vivid imagination. I can think of all kinds of things to do with you lying across my lap and your bottom presented to me as a gift.”
She squirmed a little in her chair. “Now that actually sounds intriguing. This is really delicious, Draden. Far better than what I made for you.”
Draden frowned and shook his head. “You made me pancakes this morning, sweetheart. Nothing can ever compare with that.” He waved his fork at her. “Save some room for our wedding cake.”
“I’m thinking more about the present in the closet than the cake,” she admitted. “It isn’t like I ever got presents. Zara smuggled us things, but we didn’t celebrate birthdays or Christmas like other people do. It’s been kind of exciting to think about what you could have gotten for me.”
She leaned toward him, drawing his attention to her full breasts and the jewelry she wore that emphasized the full curves. She looked so beautiful sitting there, her eyes bright, his ring on her finger and his marks on her pale skin.
“Then we’ll hold off on the wedding cake and the rest of the champagne until we’re back in bed. I have plans.”
“Plans?”
He nodded. Sitting there looking at her sweet little