Those were the terms of this particular engagement. You can’t change the rules in the middle.”
He sighed as if he was being tested to his limits even as he traced the slightly puckered outer edge of her areola. The lightest of touches created a mind-blowing sensation that shot all the way through her. She sucked in her breath.
“Speaking of...” he drawled. “I’d say you’ve got all the makings of a goddess.” He caught her breasts up in his palms and seemed to weigh them, catching the tender points between his thumb and forefinger. “Definitely a goddess. That means you can be in charge of a god.”
It was all so silly, but erotic at the same time. She supposed that made her the goddess of bicycle shorts.
She ran her hand over his pecs. “If I’m in charge, why are you making all the rules?”
“Because I’m in charge of you being in charge.”
He was impossible, in a totally wonderful way. “Shut up, Lars.”
“I was about to tell you the same thing.”
Delphi knew just the thing to shut him up.
She caught the tip of his earlobe between her teeth, following the nip with a swirl of her tongue.
She whispered against his skin, “Two rules—”
“Rules?”
“Yep. The first one is that you can’t talk.”
“Dammit, woman.”
“I can always pack up my toys and go home if you don’t want to play.” She made a pretense of moving off of him. They both knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Okay, I won’t talk. What else?”
“You have to just lay there and let me do what I want to do, when I want to do it and how I want to do it.”
“You’re powertripping, Blondie.”
“Trust me, Marine.”
She thought he might give her the no-go, but he finally offered a tight nod.
He was 100 percent correct. She was powertripping...and she loved it.
She licked, sucked, nipped and kissed down the column of his strong brown throat. Her breath was ragged as she pressed openmouthed kisses along his shoulder. The man’s skin was like silk.
She devoured him, ravishing every inch of him. She swirled her tongue over his male nipples. His areolae were large and dark. She teased her tongue around the rim of his belly button.
She tasted his hip, inner thigh, the length of his velvety penis, the heavy weight of his sac, the heavily muscled quads. And with each touch of her mouth and hands, she felt him grow more and more tense, until his breath echoed harshly in the room and his big hands were tightened into fists.
Delphi straddled his hips and positioned herself against his cock, shorts and all. She cupped him in her palm. Hand on one side and her spandex-covered sex on the other, she “rode” him. She was barely in control of herself as she pushed harder and faster, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm she set. She had long ago drenched the crotch of her shorts with arousal. She knew he felt her slick juices and the fabric with each slide against his cock. And with each slide, her clit was stimulated, over and over and over.
Lars’s face grew rigid and she thought each stroke would send him over the edge, but it wasn’t until she found her own pinnacle of pleasure that he came.
Delphi collapsed somewhat inelegantly on top of him. Something had just happened that was outside the realm of recreational sexual pleasure. Later, she’d think about all of it.
Lars tapped her shoulder. She dragged her head up to look at him. A fine sheen of sweat coated his face. He quirked an eyebrow. Still dazed, it took her a second to figure it out.
“You can talk.” Good luck to him. She barely got that out.
“You can be in charge anytime.”
Delphi smiled as she closed her eyes and rested on his chest.
Yeah, it had been that good.
Thank goodness he was temporary, she thought sleepily. Otherwise she’d be in trouble. Serious trouble.
* * *
LARS LOOKED OVER at the woman who was conked out in his bed. He resisted the urge to touch her face. She was obviously wiped out. He’d caught a quick nap himself but he was damn near starving now.
He eased out of bed and dressed. She hadn’t stirred. He started out the door and then reconsidered. He found a piece of paper and a pen. No more misunderstandings like the one earlier today.
Picking up chow next door. Back soon.
He propped the note on the bedside table and eased out the door. Downstairs Jefferson and Dwight were exactly where he’d left them.