Flirting Under a Full Moon - By Ashlyn Chase Page 0,29
and kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. His kisses came closer and closer to her apex. “Nick…”
He inhaled and something like a growl emanated from his throat. His tongue lapped her in long, slow strokes.
She gasped.
Incredible sensations overwhelmed her and spread throughout her body. His tongue rasped back and forth against her clit at warp speed. All she could do was grip the sheets and hang on. Wave after wave of luscious pleasure rolled over her until it all spiraled and the tension seemed unbearable. At last, it broke and she came apart, screaming his name.
Nick held on fast and continued his wicked onslaught to her senses until her legs were quivering and she had to beg him to stop. She felt a sob in the back of her throat but held it in.
When she could finally speak again, she rasped, “Holy moly…” and panted heavily. “I’ve never felt…anything like that.”
He brushed her damp hair away from her forehead. “It’s all for you, sweetheart—for as long as you can stand it.”
“I can’t stand at all. I’m sure of that. I wouldn’t even try.”
He chuckled.
Even though she deliberately misinterpreted what he meant by “stand,” he didn’t correct her. That was something her ex-boyfriend did that drove her nuts. Just to have the freedom to say whatever nonsense she wanted to say was a relief. As soon as she had semi-recovered, she asked, “Aren’t you going in for the kill?”
He raised his eyebrows. “That’s an interesting way to put it—but no. I’m not.”
Brandee couldn’t believe her ears. She rolled up onto her elbow, facing him. “What? Why not?”
“Only one condom, remember? I’d rather make it last as long as possible.”
Does that mean he intends to go for another round? Or two? Or three? “Nick, I don’t think I can handle much more.”
“I’ll give you time to rest. Hey, how about if you show me how your new camera works? Maybe I can take some pictures of you all mussed and glowing.”
She laughed. “Yeah, like I’d let you do that.”
“Why not? You don’t have to be nude or anything. Only you and I will know why you have that Mona Lisa smile on your face.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Why don’t I take a few pictures of you instead?”
He ran a hand over her backside. The warmth felt good. Her slight sheen of sweat was beginning to cool her off.
“I’d have no problem with it, except that my new job means I should keep as low a profile as possible.”
“Oh well. It would have been a nice idea. Maybe on my next day off we can take some pictures of the city.”
“You have a car, right? Maybe we could get out of the city altogether. We could go to Cape Cod…”
“My car is apt to break down before we hit the southeast expressway. There’s plenty to take pictures of around this area, though. All the gorgeous architecture, for instance.”
“Are you into architecture?”
“Not per se. I just admire anything well crafted.” She looked him up and down. “You, for instance.”
He let out a loud bark of a laugh. “Smooth.”
“I learned it from the master.”
“Oh, now you’re calling me master? I like the sound of that.”
She shoved his shoulder. “As if…”
She was enjoying their banter but continued to feel unsure about leaving him unsatisfied. He rolled up onto the edge of the bed and pulled on his boxer briefs. “Do you have anything to eat? I’m starved.”
“Not a lot. I mostly eat salads. Do you like salad?” She rolled out of bed and padded over to her closet for her robe.
“Ugh, you’re not a vegetarian, are you?”
“No, but what if I was?” She fastened her robe and strolled over to him. “I hear it’s a very healthy way to live.”
“Darling, that’s a deal-breaker.”
Her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
He laughed and pulled her into his embrace. “No, I was kidding. We’d just have to eat out a lot. I’m a big-time carnivore. I could order a steak and you could order a salad.”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I don’t only eat salads, you know.”
“So you’d go to a steakhouse with me?”
She wrapped her arms around his trim waist. “Of course…as long as you’re paying.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I know you need your waitressing tips. Besides, I’d never let a woman pay. What kind of cheapskate would I be if I did that?”
She chuckled. “I need my tips all right. I’m trying to make a career in photography, and it takes time and money to