SLOW PLAY (7-Stud Club #4) - Christie Ridgway Page 0,38
his scalp when he slid one long finger inside.
Her inner muscles clenched, her body tightening on him as his thumb circled her clit. A cry caught in her throat and pleasure coiled. God. “Mad…”
He could read her, she supposed, hear the plea, because he reached blindly for a packet and then pressed it into her hand. She attacked the foil with her teeth, then between them they managed to cover him. He sat back on his heels, his big hand stroking up and down, such a man. Unworried about appearing to want too much, as he just looked at her, spread open to him.
For him.
What if it could always be like this?
A bed, sex, Mad looking at her like dessert. What if—
No! No past, no future, just now.
She said it to him. “Now. Now. Now.”
But he made her wait, using his talented fingers and dispersing his talented kisses until she was panting and begging and he was looking at her with hot eyes and a lusty expression that took her breath. Then he moved over her again, and he hitched up her bent knees to press against his hips and then she felt him at her entrance, a blunt pressure that she yearned for and yielded to and the thick slide of him delivered pleasure, hot and sweet, as well as a slight sting that only sharpened the moment. Etching it into memory.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him to move. “Mad…”
“Shh.” He placed a tender kiss on her mouth and trailed his lips to her ear, leaving a quivering trail of nerve endings behind him. “We’ll just take our time,” he said, sliding out and then surging in again, steady and sure.
“Mad.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
Her skin felt hyper-sensitized, the brush of his chest hair against her breasts a torturous tease. “I feel good. I feel so good that—”
“Shh,” he said again, still moving at that slow, maddening pace. Her hips lifted into his, encouraging more of everything, pleasure and pressure and passion. It all combined into a rush of sensation and she went blind with it, arousal tightening her belly and her breasts as her body reached for completion.
“Wait for it,” he said again and she couldn’t, she couldn’t wait, so she tightened on him, feeling his muscles tense in reaction. Then his hand trailed down her side and moved between them, between her legs, finding where they joined. He kissed her neck and shoulder and as he circled her most intimate place, she, suddenly helpless, lost her place, lost her breath, lost her mind. Her climax spiraled from her belly outward, her sounds joining his deep groan of satisfaction.
Sometime later Harper awoke to the sensation of Mad kissing her neck—soft lips edged with the prickly scrape of night whiskers. Her eyes slitted open, the golden glow of that bedside lamp warming his face, revealing his smug expression and sleepy gaze. Behind the window blinds, the gray of dawn peeked in.
“You’re such a man,” she murmured, allowing herself to caress his face, her thumb stroking the dark arch of one eyebrow. “You look as if you think you invented sex.”
“Just the orgasms part.”
She laughed, a little giddy if she had to admit it, to come out of dreams to find him truly beside her.
His big hand brushed her hair off her forehead. “I’ve never forgotten how beautiful you are.”
Her body tingled. “You sweet talker.”
“Yeah?” He smiled. “Then maybe I can talk you into something else.”
His voice had deepened, the timbre like velvet. Irresistible. “I use the same PIN number for everything—918 and the current year.”
“Hey, my birthdate is September 18th.”
Whoops. Guilty. “It is? Weird. Enjoy the forty-three dollars in my checking account. But please promise you won’t look at my Amazon order history—”
“Show me how you do it, Harp,” he said, touching his nose to hers, his tone now cajoling. “Show me you touching yourself…and thinking of me.”
Her belly jittered and her face heated. “Mad…”
He kissed her eyes, her forehead, her chin. His mouth rested on hers so she felt the shape of his plea as well as heard it. “Make a man’s newest fantasy come true.”
Newest fantasy.
New memories.
She ran her hand over the heavy bone of his shoulder and down the sleek skin of his back. So much male anatomy. Hers, for the moment.
“Lay back,” she said, giving him a little push. He fell onto the pillow beside hers, a grin of anticipation already showing.