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Bedroom Diplomacy(24)

By:Michelle Celmer


“Does it hurt when I touch you here?” she asked.

He shook his head. “It feels nice.”

“How about here?” She rubbed her hand across the fly of his pants, squeezing his erection through the fabric and felt it growing longer and thicker in her hand.

Colin closed his eyes. “That’s nice, as well.”

She unfastened his pants and pushed them down. Colin kicked them away, then dipped his head, teasing her nipple with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. It had been so long since a man had touched her, he could blow raspberries on her belly and it would feel erotic. But this was so much better. He gave the opposite breast the same attention, then sank to his knees. She held her breath as he kissed his way downward, thinking, Please, please, please.

In her experience, it was a rare man who liked to perform oral sex, and only a handful who were good at it. But when it came to receiving it, she’d never once met a man who said, “No, thank you, just not my thing.” So when Colin sank lower, as his fingers parted her and his tongue darted out to taste her, the neglected, sex-starved woman in her shouted, Yes! Or maybe she said it out loud, because one second she was standing, and the next, her back was hitting the floor. And this must have been her lucky day because he was really good at it.

Almost too good. Pleasure crept up on her, quiet and stealthy, like a wild animal stalking its prey; then it pounced, suddenly and violently, driving its claws and teeth into skin and muscle and even bone.

When she opened her eyes Colin was grinning down at her. “Are you always this easy to bring off?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone,” she said breathlessly. “Well, anyone but myself.”

“Then I’ll have to make this worth the wait,” he said, settling over her, making a place for himself between her thighs.

“It already has been. It was worth the wait the first time you kissed me.”

“Where do you keep your condoms?” he asked.

Wait, what? “Where do I keep them? That is a joke, right?”

“Do I look as if I’m joking?”

No, he didn’t. “Colin, here in the U.S., that’s typically the man’s responsibility.”

Looking thoroughly confused, he said, “Well, where I’m from, the woman supplies the contraceptives.”

“Seriously?”

A grin tilted the corners of his mouth. “No, not really.”

He reached over to his pants and pulled a chain of half a dozen out of the pocket.

“That was so not funny,” she said.

He laughed. “Yes, it was. You should have seen your face.”

If she hadn’t been so relieved, she probably would have socked him one. She did the next best thing. She shoved him over onto his back and straddled his thighs. “You know I’m going to have to get you back for that. And it will be when you least expect it.”

If he was worried, it didn’t show.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her down so he could kiss her. Then the earth tilted, and suddenly she was on her back again, Colin’s weight pushing her into the blanket. When she tried to shove him back over, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He clearly preferred to be the one in control. The problem with that was, so did she.

“I like to be on top,” she said, pushing against his hands.

“And I like to dominate,” he said, refusing to let go.

With each of them volleying for the upper hand, it turned into an all-out wrestling match. With the occasional illegal move—a pinch here, a bite there. And since neither would surrender the high ground, they finally compromised and did it standing up in the kitchen, her back pressed against the cool refrigerator door, her legs wrapped around Colin’s hips as he thrust into her, cheesy, decade-old refrigerator magnets dropping on the faded linoleum floor. And though he was doing just fine without her help, and she was more or less holding on for the ride, she couldn’t resist panting an occasional suggestion or two. “Kiss me here” or “touch me there” and a random “faster” or “harder.” Until she was so mindless from the pleasure, her brain ceased to function and her baser instincts took over. And this time, when she shattered, he was right there with her.

“Wow,” Colin said, dropping his head on her shoulder, breathing hard. “Are you always so bossy?”

“Bossy? Me?”

He lifted his head and pinned her with a yeah, right look.

She opened her mouth to argue, then reconsidered. “I guess I am.”

“Have I ever mentioned that I like a woman who knows what she wants?”