Sandcastle Beach (Matchmaker Bay #3) - Jenny Holiday Page 0,92

could invade her mouth. They kissed and kissed.

She loved kissing him. She could do it forever, letting their tongues tangle lazily and then more urgently as heat bloomed between her legs.

Eventually one hand floated off her cheek. He growled into her mouth as his hand slid over the curve of her butt.

Okay, maybe she couldn’t kiss him forever. The heavy hand on her backside was a tease. It hinted at the potential for so much more pleasure. She thought of his hands in the bar, filling pints, polishing glasses. And now those hands were on her. Remarkable.

But they weren’t really on her. They were on her clothing, and again, she didn’t want that. She wanted skin.

He must have felt the same, because he grabbed a handful of skirt and pulled. She helped him, working the fabric up so her legs were exposed. She squirmed, bending one knee so she could grind herself against him, but she was only wearing thin cotton underwear and his jeans were stiff against her sensitive flesh. She knew how to fix that. She sat up, undid his jeans, and rolled over so she was on her back. He got the message, standing up and shucking his jeans. He paused, standing there in a pair of gray boxer briefs, his eyebrows raised. He was asking if he should take them off, too. Since he’d finally gotten the hang of the no-talking thing, she answered by getting her skirt all the way off and shimmying out of her underwear. She boosted herself up on her elbows so she could see him better. Your move.

He peeled his underwear off, too, and hello.

It had been a long time since she’d seen a penis in the flesh. Just seeing it jutting out, as if it were straining toward her, made her feel a little weak, like she was a lady in a gothic novel, but also, paradoxically, powerful, like she was a siren who could make men do her bidding.

A mermaid queen, maybe?

She tested her powers by crooking a finger at him.

He stalked toward her and climbed onto the bed, laying himself over her but using his arms to hold his weight off her. “You gotta take the lead here.”

“Shh!” She pinched her fingers and thumb closed over his lips.

He batted her hand away. “I’m serious. You drive this.”

Ugh. She sighed. “How do I know what you want to do?”

“I want to do what you want to do,” he said quickly.

“What if I want to do something creepy? What if I have a weird fetish that I’m about to whip out? Oh, what if it’s actually whips? What if—”

“Okay, you were right. Hush.” He stopped her mouth with his.

“Oh!” She turned her head to evade his kisses. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

His mouth chased hers. “Not talking is better.”

“No, what did you actually say? What words did you use?”

He snorted even as he kept trying to kiss her. “I said you were right. Once. Don’t let it go to your head.”

She secretly loved it when he parroted her own lines back to her. It meant he’d been listening to her all along.

She let herself get lost in his kisses again, but this time there was nothing between them, and it felt so good.

But soon, too soon, he was gone. On the move. She made a noise of dismay that totally didn’t count as talking and tried to grab him, but he was too fast. He wrapped his hands around her ankles, and before she could process what was happening, dragged her so her butt was right on the edge of the bed and her legs were hanging over.

Then he knelt on the floor between them.

And wow. Was he really going to go there, just like that?

Yes, yes he was. He pressed his lips to the crease where thigh met torso. As he lavished attention on the damp skin there with his mouth, he stroked her folds with one hand.

She swallowed a gasp. Part of her was irritated that he found her already slick with wetness. She didn’t like him knowing he had that much power over her. But when he lowered his mouth and licked her seam, she told that part of her to shut up.

If Maya refused to talk—who would have ever thought he’d live to see the day when he was trying to get Maya to talk to him and she wouldn’t?—Law was going to have to make sure they did something she enjoyed. Go slowly and