“Sleep?” They could both use it. It had been an action-filled day.
She closed her computer and slid it onto the bedside table, followed by the book she’d been reading. “You should go on a regime of vitamins,” she said over her bare shoulder as she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. “No stamina.” She slid down beside him, stroking her smooth foot over his hair-roughened calf. “Would you like a pillow?”
He pulled her flush against his chest, burying his nose in the damp strands of her hair. He’d never smell tuberoses again without thinking about her. “I’ll rough it tonight.” Her nose nuzzled under his throat as she slung an arm across his waist. Mia was practically straddling his body. “Ever been camping?”
Not unless she considered sleeping with one eye open under an overpass camping. “No. You?”
“Uh-uh.” Delicate fingers traced his rib cage. “Ever ridden a bike?” She found his nipple, then removed her finger to lick it before returning. The sensation of her wet finger tweaking his nipple, which had never been, in his entire life, an erogenous zone, made his dick jerk and weave like a divining rod to get inside her.
“Yeah. The kid I stole it from beat me within an inch of my life.” His father had knocked him unconscious and put his mother in the hospital for not controlling her son. “I was nine. Last time I stole anything.” Cruz stroked his hand up and down her slender back in slow, even caresses. Her skin, impossibly soft, heated with every brush of his hand.
She laid a string of kisses down his throat and played with his now hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers as he’d done to her. “I stole a lipstick from a grocery store when I was about the same age,” she admitted, pausing. “Does this feel good?”
“Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely, skimming his fingers down the crack of her ass and making her shiver.
“My father was livid, and made my assistant take me back to the store to return it with a letter of apology. He wasn’t pissed I stole it; he was pissed because it was a Revlon lipstick. Brand loyalty was important at my house.”
Her father sounded like a dick. Abuse by any other name . . . “You had an assistant at nine years old?”
“I’ve had an assistant since I was born.” Her tone was dry. “Babies have incredibly busy social lives; someone has to keep track of all those playdates, dance lessons, and birthday parties.”
“Wow. Poor little rich girl.”
“I didn’t know any differently. How about—”
“My turn.” Time to switch gears and not go down memory lane. “Ocean or mountains?”
“Ocean.”
“Me, too. Drive or fly?”
“Fly.”
“Yeah, I like to get there faster, too. You on top or on the bottom? No, let me answer that for you.”
“How’s the view up there?”
“Spectacular.”
“Your eyes are closed.”
“How do you know? It’s pitch-dark.”
“Do you realize this is the first time we’ve made love in the dark?” Made love. He hadn’t even been about to say fucked. How had the L word slipped out? He never used it in any context, ever. And certainly never thought it.
“I like it. Eliminating one sense makes the others more intense.”
“Would you like to use one of the hundreds of condoms you have in the drawer?”
“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”
He brushed his lips over hers in a light, tantalizing kiss. “Before you, I’d never had sex without one.” Never been tempted. And now he knew why. He was hungry to feel her slick, hot juices surrounding his dick as he pumped into her. Rationality was a distant annoyance. Caution thrown to the wind, he was consumed with the idea that he’d have her with nothing but lube between them. His balls tightened.
“Neither had I. I love the way you kiss. I love how smooth and firm your lips feel against mine. I love how hot the inside of your mouth is, and the taste of you. When you kiss me, it’s as if there’s an electrical charge running directly from my lips to my womb. It makes me hot and shivery all over.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair at her nape, letting the strands part and drift in a silky fall over the back of his hand. “Are you aware that when you’re hot and shivery all over, you’re blushing all over?”
Her hands clutched his shoulders. “I don’t blush.”
He kissed the shell of her ear, then trailed his lips down the side of her throat, his fingers still buried in her hair. “You have your own personal heat wave when you’re turned on.” He smiled against the rapid pulse at the base of her throat, then moved his mouth slowly to where he knew those three cute freckles were.