Northern Rebel Daring in the Dark - By Jennifer Labrecque Page 0,112
she pulled off her panties and top and fell back, legs spread, sex glistening, ready.
“No. Roll over. On your knees.”
She stayed on her back but closed her legs, a mutinous expression on her face. Wrong direction.
“No. Not until you blow out all the candles,” she said.
She wasn’t exactly the most logical woman he’d ever met. “But you’re afraid of the dark.”
“I’m even more afraid of how big my butt is. And time’s wasting.” She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him and stroked.
Damn, it felt good, but he was made of sterner stuff than that.
He pulled away from her and dropped to his knees beside the bed. She eyed him with suspicion and a fair measure of frustration.
“I’m here to worship at the altar of your magnificent to-die-for bum. Why do you really think I crawled out on that ledge? For the cat? So that I could gaze into your green eyes afterward? So you could try to beat the bloody hell out of me when I completed my mission? Oh, no, luv. I climbed out there for this.” He stroked the curve of her magnificent bottom and sank his hands into her cheeks. She looked torn between laughing and smacking him, but luckily she still had that I-want-to-screw-your-brains-out glint in her eyes.
“I said it earlier, this—” he stroked the curve of her rear “—could bring men to their knees. See. I’m on my knees. And I’d like you on your knees, in as much light as possible so I can enjoy not just the feel and the taste but the sight of this fine masterpiece in action.”
He wasn’t giving up on this. Not only was every word true—he wanted to see her jiggle and wiggle while he pumped into her from behind—but he also wanted her to get over this self-consciousness, wanted her to realize her behind was a cause for celebration, not something to hide in the dark and make derogatory comments about.
He nuzzled the soft flesh in question. Fully convinced actions spoke louder than words, he devoted himself to showing her how much he appreciated her assets. He took his time kissing...licking...sucking his way across her sweet terrain. She rewarded him with low moans of appreciation, squirming against his mouth.
He was on fire for her—he did have a major attachment to her rear and the musky scent of her arousal was maddening, the moisture seeping between her nether lips.... He culled a taste of her sweet nectar with his tongue.
“Simon...”
He looked at her flushed face from his vantage point between her thighs.
“Would you really deny me something that would make me so happy?”
Panting, frantic, hot, she rolled over so quickly it took him by surprise. He got to his feet and she was already on her knees, legs spread, her rounded cheeks thrust in the air, her bare sex glistening a wet invitation.
“You’re driving me crazy. We’ll do it your way. But just do it.” She looked at him over her shoulder and slapped one full, luscious cheek. “If this is what you want, mount up and ride ’em, cowboy!”
Bloody right—he was a cowboy on a pilgrimage. Simon climbed on the bed behind her. He skimmed one finger between her cheeks. “I’ve approached the temple of the divine. May I enter?”
“Dammit, Simon. It’s just not right for you to make me laugh when you’ve made me so horny.”
He slid his condom-covered erection along her slick channel and rubbed it against her clit. “I’d like to offer up my sacrifice.”
She thrust back against him and he finished the job, plunging into her, his hands grasping her hips.
“Yessss,” she cried. “I’m happy. Are you happy now?”
She was hot and tight, and he settled into the rhythm of their ride and spoke while he was still capable of speech.
“No. I’m ecstatic.”
* * *
“You want me to do what? Forget it. I’m not doing it,” Tawny said and rolled to her back, huffing out her breath. Damnation, here she was feeling boneless and fabulous after really, really hot sex and now Simon had to go ruin it.
Simon rolled off the side of the bed, graceful, all leashed power and controlled muscles, and headed for the door. Annoyed with him or not, she’d be content to watch him walk around naked for a really long time—except he was walking out the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To get my camera.”
“You need your camera to discuss this?”
“No. I need my camera to catch what you look like in a pout. Remember, I’m