negotiated and puckered up. “And make it a good one.”
He kissed her, pressing a quick light brushing of his lips against Gia that left her wanting more. So much more if she played her cards right. She tried to deepen the kiss, but he said, “Not yet. Tell me about kitemaking.”
“I’m guessing you don’t use this line of seduction with your regular dates.”
“Nope, just you.” He lightly flicked her nipple with his thumb and it got hard all the way through her bra.
She wriggled, desperate for him. “What do you want me to say?”
“What’s your favorite material to use? Not the most practical, but the one that feels the best beneath your fingers?”
“Is this getting you hard?” She touched the waistband of his jeans.
“No, you get me hard. Which is why I want you to talk about the things that please you. So what is your favorite material to make kites out of?”
“Silk,” she said, hissing the S sound against the back of her teeth. “Pippa wanted me to use silk.”
“You’d like to do it, wouldn’t you? Make those one hundred kites for Pippa Grandon’s wedding.”
“There’s nothing I’d like to do more . . . oops . . . except you, right now.”
He laughed. “So why don’t you?”
“Grammy.” Gia shook her head. “There’s no telling how long she has left. I can’t afford to lose time with her.”
“That’s a tough one.”
“Yeah.”
“I knew it was the silk,” he said.
“You’re Mr. Know-It-All?”
“Nah. I just remember one time when you wanted to make a silk quilt.”
“Grammy said silk was too hard to work with.”
“And you came storming over here to complain about it.”
“I did?”
“You used to talk to me a lot,” he said. “You were a cool kid.”
“So were you. Putting up with a little tagalong.”
“I wish I had silk sheets for you.”
“No, you don’t. You slide right off them.”
“Slipping and sliding is part of the fun.”
“You’re weird . . .” She paused, grinned. “But I like it.”
He dropped fresh kisses on her mouth, a rapid-fire tease. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wriggled around on the couch until his back was against the cushions and she was straddling him.
Passion mounted. Blood strummed. Bodies heated. Yum.
Fingers dealt with belts, zippers, and buttons. Their clothes fell away, and she got to see his rock-hard muscles again. Yum, yum.
“So what is the favorite kite you ever made?”
“Your fish kite.” Gia licked her lips. Sent her gaze over his body.
“Why is that?”
“The whole time I was working on it, I thought of you. How you gave me my love of kiteflying. My career.”
“You give me too much credit.”
“You underestimate yourself.”
“Tell me how to fly a kite,” he said. “The way you were telling the people on the beach.”
“You know how to fly a kite.”
“But I want to hear it from you.”
“Ahh,” she said. “You want my spiel.”
“Yeah, now we’re getting somewhere.” He was rubbing her in all the right places and all the right ways.
“There are four forces of flight,” she said breathlessly as he did amazing things to her with his fingers. “Lift . . .”
“Lift?” He stroked her cheek with his knuckle and stole another kiss.
“Lift is the upward force that pushes the kite into the air.”
“Like this?” He lifted his hips, pushing himself deep inside of her. He tugged her head down and sucked her bottom lip up between his teeth.
She gasped, closed her eyes, gripped his shoulders. He tasted so damn good.
“Don’t stop.” He ran his tongue over her lip. “More.”
“Differences in air pressure generate lift created by air as it flows over the body of the kite.”
“Pressure.” He groaned.
“Kitemakers angle and shape the kites so that the air moving over the top goes faster than the air moving over the bottom.” She quickened her speed, outpacing him. “And ta-da, you have lift.”
He shuddered beneath her. “Do. Not. Stop. What else is important besides lift?”
“Weight.”
“How does that work?” His mouth was in all kinds of places, exploring. He was an inquisitive sort. She’d give him that.
“Weight is the force created by the attraction of gravity pulling on the kite.”
“Attraction, huh?”
“The downward force tugs the kite toward the center of the earth.”
“I see. So, lift is taking it up, while weight drags it down.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Tension. That’s what causes the thrust.”
“Hmm, thrust is my favorite part.”
“Mine too.”
He flipped her over onto her back and showed her what thrust was really all about. Their eyes locked as they stared into each other’s eyes, their bodies moving in union. Feelings assaulted Gia