His Irresistible Darling - Sarah Randall Page 0,83
“There is no way that that is going to fit down my throat. I’ll choke on it.”
“Don’t be a baby. Now open wide. If you don’t I’ll grab you, hold you down, force it in and rub your throat till you swallow,” Jumal threatened lightly.
She swallowed as if practising. “It’s like something James would give an animal,” she shrieked, holding her arms out to keep the now stalking Jumal from approaching her. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now open up, baby.”
She sighed animatedly, rolling her eyes. “Good grief. Fine then just give it to me. Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“It’s your turn next.” She grinned wickedly.
Later that evening, having both had their pain medication, Jumal had pampered her to distraction, running around the apartment like a mother hen. They then sat next to each other on the leather sofa, all four legs resting on the low-rise coffee table with Jumal’s laptop resting on their touching thighs…
“What about this one?” Jumal suggested, pointing to the screen.
“Hmm, yeah, that could work.”
“And what if we turned that way?” They both tilted their necks to the side and paused briefly before slowly straightening, pursing their lips.
“Hmmm,” they said together.
“Interesting,” Pip commented slowly.
“Very interesting,” Jumal agreed closing the laptop.
“You grab the condoms and I’ll grab the chocolate.”
Pip giggled as Jumal all but threw the laptop on the other chair and helped her up with his good hand. To any interested eavesdropper, they could just have easily been picking out curtains at Laura Ashley dot com rather than looking at the Kama Sutra for positions that they might actually have a hope in hell of achieving—what with her head injury prohibiting her being on the bottom and the plethora of his bodily grievances, which put the kibosh on his being on top! But when he’d sulked like a stroppy teenager at the threat of abstinence, Pip had assured him that where there was a will, there had to be a way…and she was very, very willing!
Jumal’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he dropped his shirt to the floor. “Is that…?”
“Hmm-hm,” Pip confirmed, nodding, with a suggestive smile appearing slowly on her lips, her hands resting provocatively on her hips. “It arrived whilst I was in hospital. I thought you’d like to see what you ordered. I really like the purple. Excellent choice.”
“Holy nippleage, Batman,” he mumbled, raking his left hand through his hair and dropping it to his chest. “You’re killing me, Pippa.”
Her sex-kitten act could have been ruined as she went to lean back against the bathroom door she’d just exited, clearly thinking it had closed fully behind her. She stumbled back through it and Jumal’s heart nearly jumped from his chest as he lurched forward hopelessly. Thankfully she managed to right herself and pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and fluffed her hair back over her shoulders. “Er, just pretend you didn’t just see that,” she suggested sheepishly, waving backwards over her shoulder as she made sure the door was properly closed.
He grinned broadly at her antics as he stalked towards her. “You are still and will always be the sexist woman I have ever laid eyes on.” His voice was now husky.
She flushed brightly and his eyes were automatically drawn to her rising and falling chest as she took a deep breath.
His body invaded her space, their thighs pressing together. He could feel her pebbled nipples against his now bare chest. As he towered at least an extra foot over her head she was forced to crane her neck to look up into his eyes. If she’d let him, he’d carry her around with him all day, every day. His very own Pocket Pippa.
Her huge blue eyes seemed so innocent, but there was another side to Pippa that he’d had the pleasure to know and to… He mentally shook his head to clear the thought that was about to pop into his head.
He tilted her head up and slowly lowered his lips to hers. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. His body recognised hers now, knew what made her moan, laugh and throw her head back in unashamed pleasure. His favourite part of kissing her was when she made the move to deepen their kiss. He relished teasing her, pulling back and softening the kiss, knowing very well she wanted more, wanted it deeper…
Eventually she’d lose patience with him and moan as if annoyed at her own wanton desire, locking her hands behind his neck to pull him down