His Irresistible Darling - Sarah Randall Page 0,85

sounds he pulled the lace to one side and slipped in a finger. Pip was no longer lucid as he continued to tease her mercilessly.

“Did you come, Pippa? In your dream, did you come for me?”

He needed her to say it out loud, to admit that he had made her come while she slept in her bed.

She whimpered against his damp hand. “I wanted to, so much, b-but my alarm went off.”

He gripped her bottom with his weaker right hand as his left continued to work her, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nub with the heel of his hand.

“You’re going to come tonight, Pippa. On my hand. Come now.”

Chapter Twelve

Pippa collapsed forward against the door, as the little sparks continued to throb throughout her lower body. Her inner muscles contracted and released over and over.

She felt like melting to the floor in a puddle and for some reason the image in her head was melting chocolate against Jumal’s abdominals. It would melt into all the delicious dips and curves…and it would be a shame to waste it…

Her body shivered with delight as Jumal rose up and pressed those firm abdominals against her back, kissed at her neck and over the shell of her ear. His ministrations set off another wave of delight in her lower body before she felt his need press readily against her lower back.

She managed to co-ordinate her body to turn to face Jumal. She was surprised by the flush to his cheeks and the raw need evident in his wild, dark eyes and the set of his jaw. He swallowed hard as she brushed her hand over his pecs and across his sensitive nipples. A quick rush of air left his lungs and she watched his abdominals contract.

“Shall I show you what would’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up?”

Words seemed to fail him as he simply nodded.

“I need to confess something,” Jumal whispered into her ear as they lay, legs entwined, in bed, their bodies slowly recovering.

“Hmm,” she mumbled against his chest, her fingers teasing over his nipples.

“I keep thinking about you changing that tyre for us in the desert.” She lifted her head at his statement. “Major turn-on, Miss Darling,” he admitted, sheepishly. “I think we should get you some mechanic gear—maybe you could wear your new lingerie under a pair of those work overalls…and nothing else,” he said suggestively, wiggling his brows before continuing. “Sexiest thing ever, you changing that tyre.”

She returned to her exploration of his chest. “I think we can accommodate your weird fetish, Mr A,” she promised, kissing his chest. He waited with anticipation for her to make her way to his nipples. She knew just how sensitive they were.

“If we’re confessing things then I have one too.”

“Oh yeah.” He raised his head to meet her eyes. “You got a fantasy you want to share too?” he asked eagerly.

“No. But I have had a crush on you since I was a young girl.”

“What?!” he gasped, shocked, and shuffled his body up with his arms, wincing at the resonating pain in his chest.

She shrugged her shoulders and continued with her kisses. “That time you came home with Matt, when I was about twelve or so, you remember, the braces and wild hair? Well ever since then.”

His brows were drawn tightly. “I had no idea.”

“Why would you? You were my hero. If I could have gotten a picture of you I would have kept it under my bed and kissed it every night before I went to sleep. Broke my heart when you left.”

There was silence between them for a moment.

“I expect it was just a passing phase or something. You were just about to become a teenager and I’d have been, what, twenty-five or so?”

“Yeah, probably. So do crushes usually last nine years? You broke my heart when I found out that you’d gotten engaged,” she told him, before taking his nipple into her mouth.

Another week passed by in a blur of busy days and early evenings at work and late, erotic nights with Jumal. She was desperately trying to tidy up things at work for Jumal before she left; the man was also mysteriously absent from the office yet again, having regular meetings with Daniel Vincini that despite her best efforts to pry, he refused to discuss. The police had called her to confirm that Faridah Omar had admitted to the mugging and stealing her bag and would be sentenced by the courts. There wasn’t enough evidence to charge her