Slippery When Wet. Kristin HardyЧитать онлайн книгу.
he whispered. “You can go back to sleep, just let me get my arm out.” It felt more like a chunk of wood than an arm, but he moved it nonetheless. Enduring its wake-up promised to be excruciating.
Taylor rolled away from him and burrowed back into the pillow, the sheet falling away from her to reveal an enticingly angular back. Dev looked at it speculatively, but then tingling in his fingertips warned him that the fun was just beginning. Minutes ticked by while he suffered through pins and needles, focusing on the curves of her body in an effort to distract himself.
He shifted onto his side to stare at Taylor in the dim light of the room and stroked a hand down her back, savoring the way it sloped down and then rose in a tight curve.
She rolled onto her stomach and turned her face to him, squinting at him through her mop of hair. “It can’t possibly be morning. What time is it?”
“You’re in Neverland, darlin’, there are no clocks. Close your eyes and go back to sleep.”
Tempting though the prospect was, it wasn’t nearly that easy. She was in the bed of a person she hardly knew after a one-night stand. A memorable one-night stand, but a one-night stand nevertheless. It had been a long time, but as she recalled, the drill was to wake up and leave as soon as possible. Groaning, she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the unaccustomed soreness between her thighs. They’d used each other hard and relentlessly, she remembered, stretching in a pleasurable satisfaction.
She yawned. “Give me just a minute and I’ll get out of your hair.” The next second she was squawking as Dev pulled her back to tumble against him in a welter of sheets and pillows.
“Who said I wanted you to?” He scooped her in to spoon against him, his chest warm against her back, his thighs strong and solid underneath hers.
“Well, I just figured this was…” Her voice trailed off as she felt his tongue trace the line of her shoulder.
“This was what?” Dev murmured in her ear. His hand slid over to one of her breasts, brushing the fragile skin and squeezing the nipple.
“A one-night stand,” she managed. “A fling.”
He bit her earlobe lightly. “A fling, certainly. But I never recall any discussion of a time limit.” His other hand slid down between her thighs to find where she was already slippery. “We’ve got the whole rest of the week. I was hoping to talk you into something a little more leisurely. I’ve definitely got no interest in letting you walk away this morning.”
She could feel him hardening against her bottom. “I just don’t…” His fingers moved against her, forcing a moan from her.
“You don’t think you could walk out of here this morning without coming at least once? Smart girl,” he said approvingly.
Clever and slick, his fingers slid against her clit. The bolts of sensation had her moving her hips helplessly. Reaching back, Taylor pulled his face toward hers. His mouth. She wanted his mouth, then his cock, as deep as he could go. “I need you in me,” she whispered against his lips.
“Always happy to oblige a lady,” he returned, shifting so that she was beneath him.
“CAN YOU JUST CARRY ME to the beach?” Dev groaned.
“You were the one who had the big idea about round two,” Taylor said, rolling over to prop her arms on his chest.
“I’ve always been the kind of guy who sticks with what works.”
Taylor fought to keep a straight face. “And in this case?”
“Well, round one worked, and round two worked. I think we ought to stretch it out a little more.” He stroked her back and she purred like a cat.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, pressing little kisses on his jaw.
“We’re both here the rest of the week.” He held up her left hand and inspected it. “No tan lines. Good. You appear to be footloose and fancy free and God knows I am. I got blood tests for the wedding, so I’m healthy and clean. How about you?”
“I give blood monthly.”
“So we’re set there. What do you say?”
“About?”
“About making a week of it.”
“Sleeping together, you mean?”
He nodded. “Unless you were faking it and really didn’t have a good time. It’s perfect. No ties, no commitments, just whatever we want, whenever we want.”
“And nothing when we get home.” She didn’t phrase it as a question.
He shook his head. “Nothing when we get home. You can do anything and everything your heart desires and know you’ll never have to face me again.”
“If you agree to it, you’ve got to mean it,” Taylor warned. “No looking me up after we get home.”
He leaned in and bit her shoulder. “Not that you aren’t completely delectable, but after what I went through a couple of weeks ago, darlin’, I’m not exactly leaping out of my skin to get involved in another relationship.”
Taylor looked at him consideringly. “How’s your stamina? I’ve gone without for quite a while. Whenever I want might be pretty often. I’d hate to choose you over some of the other guys around here and find out that I’ve worn you out.”
He silenced her with his mouth. “Well, you can stop your search right here. I’m all the man you’re going to need.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He curved his hand over her breast. “I’m up to the task.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, her hand straying down to find that he was, indeed, up. “Oh,” she said softly, “yeah.”
“I take my vitamins,” he murmured.
“Good thing,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’re going to need them.”
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