after a quick recitation of the first twenty U.S. presidents, managed to return the blood from his throbbing dick back to his brain.
Deciding she was right and naked would get him inside her hot, wet body sooner, he stripped. From the bathroom and dressing area he heard the rush of water in the tub, the clinking of glass and, at one excruciating point, her moan of delight.
“She’d better not be starting without me,” he muttered as he left his jeans in a pile with the rest of his clothes.
Naked and rock-hard, Mitch strode across the room. When he reached the suite’s dressing area, he noticed the carved, tufted rosewood dressing bench had been covered in thick towels. Next to it was a small glass table, a bowl and two spoons. The bowl was filled with what looked like ice cream and some kind of topping, making Mitch’s mouth water as he thought about eating the treat off Belle’s naked belly.
Steam poured from the open bathroom door, the scent of peaches and heat filling the room. Like a dream, Belle stepped out of the steam naked. Droplets of water dotted her bare flesh, one trailing a wet caress to the tip of her right breast.
Mesmerized, Mitch walked across the room, not breathing until he reached her. He bent down and sipped at her wet nipple, making her mewl like a kitten begging to be petted.
His hands moved easily over her damp skin, up and down the planes of her back twice before he pressed his fingers into the curve at the base of her spine to bring her tight against his body. His sips now turned to nibbles. One hand slid around her waist and down between their bodies to cup her damp and, he realized in shock, very bare sex.
Mitch pulled back from his feast to see the discovery his fingers had made.
“Well, well,” he said with a grin.
Belle giggled, then arched one brow in a vampy look. “A smooth surface was better for what I have in mind.”
“Later,” he dismissed, wanting to run his fingers and tongue over that silky expanse of bare flesh.
“Uh-uh,” she corrected, stepping back. “Keep your hand on your bird and not in my bush.”
“A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush,” he corrected absently, shooting her a grin. “Besides, you’re bushless now.”
Belle’s giggle made Mitch feel like a million bucks. The simple fact that here she was, the princess of his dreams, naked, laughing and totally focused on him— Well, it blew his mind. Mitch recalled how excited he’d been to buy the resort, to see what he’d thought of as his dream actually come true.
But he looked at the woman staring up at him, amusement and happiness clear on her face, and realized this was his real dream come true.
“Come see why naked is better.” Oblivious to the shocked realization that’d just kicked Mitch in the face, Belle grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the dressing area, where she’d set up the towel-covered settee and dessert.
Telling himself he’d overreacted and to focus on the naked woman and incredible sex in store for him, Mitch shoved aside the emotional bomb and watched Belle. His mouth watered both at the richly sweet scent filling the air and the sight of her naked ass as she swayed across the room, still wearing those sexy do-me heels.
Wiggling her brows at Mitch and giving him a look that was a combination of flirtation and amusement, Belle sat in demure nudity on the cushioned bench. She lifted a crystal bowl filled with ice cream, peaches and what looked like a caramel sauce.
“Freshly made vanilla-bean ice cream, brandied peaches and caramel,” she told him as she held out the bowl for him to see. Then she puffed out her lip in an exaggerated pout and gave a tiny shrug. “But it’s so rude to eat out of the serving bowl, isn’t it? So you’ll be my dessert plate and I’ll eat off you, hmm?”
His cock jumped at the image of her eating dessert off his body and it was all Mitch could do not to grab the bowl and pour the sweet confection over himself.
“What about my dessert?” he asked, the gentlemanly part of him struggling to overcome the powerful urging of his dick.
“You’ll get to eat all you want later,” she promised. When he started to protest, she made a tut-tutting noise and shook her head. “Ladies first, remember.”
He told himself it was manners