Sweet Anger(64)

“Kari,” he moaned when she left his mouth to nibble on his neck. He felt the gentle rasping of her teeth on his skin and it set his body to raging. “Don’t stop, baby. I like you this way. God, you’re wonderful … Sweet …”

She ran her hands down his sides and over the rippling hardness of his ribs. Her palms smoothed over the sculpted curves of his chest. Her fingertips flirted with his nipples. When they hardened, she sponged them with her tongue.

His head bumped back against the wall and he grimaced with an ecstasy close to pain. But he remained passive. She had been a responsive lover, but throughout the night he had been the initiator. His masculinity wasn’t at all threatened by this unexpected savage streak in her. He liked it.

Kari’s hands slid down his stomach. Her fingers tweaked the hair whorled around his navel. She investigated the dent with a capricious fingertip. She unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper.

“Yes, Kari, yes.”

Her hand slipped inside and encircled the hard, velvety warmth of his sex.

Hunter’s breath hissed through clenched teeth. He cursed. He sighed her name. Her caress was all the sweeter for its innocence. Her fingertips explored him lightly, deftly, curiously, and stirred him to heights of passion he’d never experienced before. He wanted to be his hardest, his strongest, his most powerful, for her.

She dropped to her knees.

“Sweet heaven,” he moaned. He knew he might very well die from the pleasure, but, God, what a blissful death it would be.

When he could bear no more, he knelt with her. In a frenzy, he unzipped her robe and tore it from her body. Together they fell to the floor and with one swift, sure thrust, he possessed her.

She cried out her joy, arching her body against him and receiving each pumping thrust greedily. The crisis was immediate and explosive. Afterward they lay panting against each other.

Still gloved inside her, he rubbed her ear with his nose. “Your timing is something else, madam.”

Her fingers made languid passes through his hair. “What do you mean?”

His lips brushed a soft kiss over hers. “Why didn’t you try that little experiment while we were still comfy in bed? You could have saved yourself from lying on the floor.”

She grinned like a little girl caught doing something naughty. “Well, now I know where that old saying came from.”

“What old saying?”

“The one about being between a rock and a hard place.”

He chuckled between taking bites of her neck. “You’re about to be again.”

“Hmm? About to be what?” She sighed drowsily as he massaged her breast, then lowered his head and polished the tip with his tongue. When he pressed his hips forward, her eyes popped open.

He smiled down into her face. “That’s what I mean.” But he withdrew and stood to help her to her feet. “However, I’m going to be a gentleman and carry you to bed first.”

They were still kissing when they reached the bed and he lowered her to the pillows. “I thought you wanted breakfast,” she murmured, her lips moving on his chest.

“And I’m going to have it,” he said, lowering himself over her. “Right now.”


He was stretched out full-length between her legs. His cheek rested on her stomach. His arms were wound around her waist. Beneath him she lay in splendid exhaustion. She wore nothing but his eyeglasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her fingers idly strummed his shoulders and back.

“I’ve learned all there is to know.”

“About what?” He blew softly on the white peach fuzz that dusted her belly. It could only be seen from this perspective.”

“About foreplay.”

He laughed and raised his head, propping his chin on her stomach. He rubbed it back and forth across her skin. “And what do you think?”

“That I’m too tired to ever move again,” she said sleepily. “I’m beginning to think you meant it when you said that if you ever got me in bed, you would keep me here a month.”

“I might.”

Her stomach vibrated with a soft laugh. “Then you’ll have to allow me food breaks.”

“I gave you lunch.”

She opened one eye and peered down her body at him. “Two stale Nutter-Butters and one cold slice of bacon hardly qualify as lunch.”

He climbed up her body and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “What are you complaining about? I’m the one who should be weak from overexertion. Have you kept count of how many times I—”

“That’s just it. You’re already taking me for granted,” she said with a delectable pout that he felt compelled to kiss away.

“So, what all this boils down to,” he said when his lips were finally satisfied, “is that you think I should take you out for a bodacious dinner.”