Sandcastle Beach (Matchmaker Bay #3) - Jenny Holiday Page 0,93
watch her closely—he was good at watching her closely.
Not that it was going to be any hardship. Well, the slowly part might be a little torturous, but it was a good kind of torturous.
She felt so good, so soft and slippery and ready.
She tasted good, too, the tangy sweetness of her most sensitive, vulnerable flesh under his mouth. The intimacy of doing this with her, the woman who lived to antagonize him. It almost made him dizzy.
He explored gently, lightly, with his tongue, so she could adjust to what was happening. When she inhaled sharply and held her breath, he tried to angle his head so he could see her, but she was flat on her back looking up at the ceiling. He couldn’t see her face.
He stopped, pulled away a bit, intending to slide up enough to check on her. But he didn’t have to, because as soon as he broke contact with her, she moaned—it wasn’t a happy moan—and bucked her hips, chasing his retreating mouth.
Okay, then. He chuckled and settled back between her legs, smiling against her. Damn, he kept doing that, touching her body with his lips and smiling at the same time. It made him feel like a fool, all this smiling at moments that should be serious and focused, but he couldn’t make himself stop. It wasn’t long before she was moaning again, and these were definitely good moans.
He had to force himself not to take his dick in hand. Listening to her was killing him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that she wasn’t holding back, that she wasn’t a quiet lover. She sighed and moaned and writhed as he kept up the measured assault. He might have wondered, given that she was such a good actress, if it was all real. But that was the convenient part about having sex with someone who disliked you. She wasn’t going to do you any favors by faking it.
And as if to hammer home the point, she let loose a moan that sounded like it was shading into a sob, and her flesh started pulsing against his lips. He stayed with her. A sense of…something washed over him as she rode out the waves of her release. It was a triumphant feeling, like when he bested her in an argument. Except they weren’t arguing.
It was also a little like the feeling he got during a truce, when they stopped arguing and coexisted in the same space for a while. Except right now they were doing a hell of a lot more than coexisting.
It was a feeling of…rightness. A feeling he didn’t have a word for.
She interrupted his mental vocabulary session by throwing the box of condoms at his head. A corner clipped his temple. “Ow!”
“Shh!” she scolded.
While he retrieved the box, she scooted back up on the bed and reclined against his pillows looking like a self-satisfied queen. He thought suddenly of when she’d played Cleopatra in one of her plays. She definitely looked like a woman with an empire under her command. Which he supposed made him the empire. He was surprisingly okay with that.
He made quick work of the condom wrapper, sheathed himself, and crawled up to join her. She didn’t waste any time—she reached for him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and oh, the feeling of being surrounded by her, her soft, warm skin everywhere, her ankles hooked at his lower back. He needed a minute to get himself together or he was going to blow right here, before he even got to be inside her.
It didn’t help matters that she only let him be for a moment before she squirmed around so his face in the crook of her neck became his face in her breasts. He groaned, took one in hand, and flicked his tongue over the small brown peak of the other. And groaned again when a hand snaked around his dick.
She guided him to her entrance, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled away from her breasts and studied her face as he slid in. She stared at him, her pupils still blown despite the fact that he’d turned on the bedside lamp—he’d been turning on lamps since they arrived, because damn, for all he knew this was going to be his one and only chance with her, and he wanted to be able to see.