We can’t accept their hospitality and then drink all the expensive wine. How tacky is that?”
“Not tacky at all. I bought it myself the last time I visited and we didn’t get around to drinking it, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She relaxed a bit. “But you really should replace it before we go, don’t you think?”
“Of course. There is an excellent wine store in a nearby town. I’ll order another bottle.”
“Okay, but you have to let me help pay for it. You’re not the only one drinking it, you know.” She took another sip. It was the best champagne she’d ever tasted, and this time she had a whole glass of it, not just a stolen sip from an untouched party glass.
A whole glass…she dribbled some down her belly so it pooled in her navel. “Have a drink, Jack. Nice and wet, the way you like it.”
His nostrils flared and he dipped his tongue in her belly button. “I like it all. I like you, nice and wet.” He inhaled greedily. “I can smell myself on you, smell your arousal.” He drew lazy circles on her belly with his tongue and then stopped suddenly.
She nudged him to get him going again but he sat back on his haunches and gestured at her glass. “Have some more champagne.”
“You don’t have to get me drunk to have your wicked way with me. I’m perfectly willing.” But she wasn’t willing to let her champagne go flat, so she drank more.
“Bah,” he puffed in disgust. “Real men do not need to get women drunk to make love. That is why we only went to sleep first our first night in Provence—you were tired and had much wine in addition. I would not take advantage of that.”
“Good thing I sobered up in my sleep.” She deliberately stretched and yawned, making sure her breasts pointed up invitingly.
He took a large mouthful of champagne and before she realized what he was doing, fastened his mouth on her nipple. She shrieked at first from the cold and then the bubbles popping against her tender skin. A chuckle rumbled through him, but he sucked at her with the sparkling wine.
He finally let go and swallowed. “Ah, what could be better?”
“Doing the same to my other nipple?” she suggested.
“Excellent.” He complied with her request until both peaks were tingling. He refilled her glass and she spilled champagne onto his belly and licked it off. He was rock-hard again and inches from her lips, his head ripe and purple like a juicy sweet plum. And she knew just how to eat it.
She sat up and gave him a wicked smile before filling her mouth with champagne. His eyes widened. “Oh, no, Lily.”
She smirked and closed her mouth around his plump flesh and it was his turn to arch off the bed in a howl of pure sensation. The bubbles buzzed him as she sucked on him. Champagne dribbled down his shaft as she took him deeper between her lips. He fisted his fingers through her hair, tiny pinpricks of pleasure and pain tingling her scalp.
“Enough,” he growled, lifting her head so she released him.
“Don’t you like that?” He’d sure seemed to enjoy it so far.
“Too much. I want to be inside you, want us to explode together.” He pushed her onto her hands and knees and she heard a packet rip open. “Have you ever seen a stallion take a mare, Lily?”
She shook her head, quivering in anticipation as he moved behind her. He quickly found her clit, still throbbing and swollen from their previous loveplay. She tossed her hair back and he nudged her legs apart.
Jack covered her body with his, his chest on her back, his strong hands braced on the bed next to her smaller, more delicate ones. She expected to feel confined, intimidated, even frightened since he had the position of power and she couldn’t see what he was doing. But there was no coercion in his actions, only security and shelter in his arms. “Take me like that, Jack.”
“Yes…” he hissed and pushed inside her. Lily gave a little scream as he nipped at her neck. She bowed her head and saw her hard-tipped breasts swaying in time to his thrusts—the nipples he’d sucked on. Saw his thick erection moving in and out of her—the erection she’d sucked on. Their raw animal passion shocked her and aroused her to a fever pitch.
“You like it like this, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. He could obviously feel how her