“Why?”
Good question actually. Usually he couldn’t get away from a girl fast enough once he was done in bed with her.
“Fine, then you get to know me.”
“I already know everything about you. I know everything about all of the members of the Reynolds family. It’s my business to.”
He fought down the umbrage he always felt being considered just one of Damien Reynolds’ sons. Michael Reynolds’ youngest brother. “My life doesn’t revolve around Reynolds Industries. I don’t have much to do with the rest of them.”
“Or anyone else, to hear the others talk about you.”
“I suppose that’s because I’m the only one of my father’s children he didn’t get to ‘keep’ in the divorce.”
“Yes, I know. Your mother had money of her own.”
“It wasn’t as easy to push her around as it was his other wives.”
“Is that why you’re such an isolationist?”
“I don’t know. What’s your excuse?”
“I’d hardly compare us. You live on a one-man island and I live in the middle of Manhattan.”
“Sometimes it can feel the same.”
“Yes. I suppose it can.” She wound a lock of his hair around one finger and he kissed her palm, lightly, pushing her back to the pillows.
“You don’t talk much during sex,” he observed.
“Why? Do you go for that kind of thing? I don’t recall you asking for much conversation the other night.”
Grinning, he palmed one of her soft breasts, bringing the nipple to attention, and she arched her back. “You’re never getting your bra back, Miss Sassy Pants.”
When he dipped his head to suck, she squirmed beneath him as he skimmed one hand down her thigh to the inside, rubbing her clit before sliding inside. “I could fuck you all day,” he murmured. “With my fingers, my tongue…”
She hummed, smiling. “If your penis gets involved, I’m on board.”
“Penis,” he mocked gently, looking up over her plump tit, laving it with his tongue. “Say something dirty to me in a different language.”
Laughing, she tossed out a phrase that sort of sounded like spaghetti and meatballs.
“That’s not very sexy,” he admitted. “What does it mean?”
When she told him, in English, he sighed. “Now that’s sexy. Say it again. In English,” he added hastily.
“I want you to slide your cock in my cunt,” she whispered and he almost thought he detected a faint blush on her cheeks as she did. “That’s the literal translation, just about the same level of vulgarity.”
He smiled. “Does it embarrass you to say that?”
She nodded. “I’m a wimp on the dirty-talking front, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t suspect that of such an accomplished linguist.” He moved his attentions to her other breast. “Did you mean it, though? What you said.”
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Vulgar as it was.”
“When you say it, it doesn’t sound vulgar. Just sexy. What’s the sexiest language you know?”
“Sanskrit, I suppose. The Kama Sutra in its original language is,” she hesitated, “hot.”
He transitioned up from her breasts to her lips and said against them, “And you, Miss Prentiss, are the very definition of hot, whether you open your mouth or not.”
But he did open her mouth, with his lips, his tongue, nipping at her, tasting her as he reached for a condom, pulling away only to rip it open and roll it on.
“Say it again,” he urged as he came down over her.
“The, ah, the sliding your ah, into my…”
“Yeah.”
Opening her thighs wide, she said, “Why don’t you just do it?”
“Okay.” With a grin, he slid his cock into her soft, wet depths. Wow. That still felt so very good, third time being the charm and all, although the first two were pretty spectacular as well.
She moved underneath him, slowly, naturally, and he savored the unbelievable chemistry he knew he had with this woman, even when he thought she was being paid to sleep with him. Pushing her hair away from her eyes, he kissed her temple and then, with a spine-numbing friction, slid out, or almost out.
One fuck tonight had taken the edge off and he intended to make this one slow and savor every second. With that intent, he rolled over onto his back, keeping inside her, bringing her on top of him, her hair falling around her in a dark curtain.
The change in position felt wonderful to him, but it seemed to stall her and she came up a little on her knees, her palms on his chest, looking down at him, almost in confusion.