“You, too.” Her eyes were closed but the small smile on her face warmed him. “Let me know when you’re rested up. The wall was hot and all, but I was pretty busy hanging on. I’d like to touch you. Here.”
Before he could open his mouth to decline the tempting round-two offer, her fingers trailed down his abdomen and circled his length.
“Mmm,” she purred. “You feel nice.”
He swore as blood rushed from his head and half filled the flesh under her fingers. He should get out of the bed. Retreat before what little control he’d regained snapped for good. “So soon? Now I know you’re overestimating my talents.”
“Or you’re underestimating mine.” Both hands engulfed him and she rotated them in opposite directions, almost yanking another release from him.
This time the curse didn’t make it out of his mouth. “Where did you learn that?”
“Auto-mechanic training.” She smirked and with a sensuous slide of her body down his, was at his waist and taking him between her lips.
Too late. He couldn’t leave now.
He didn’t want to leave now.
Lost in the hot suction of her mouth, he shut his eyes. She moaned with him deep in her throat. Vibrations rocked him, his butt tightened and he came. Hard. Twice in one night.
Victoria Jane was going to renew his faith.
“I’m in awe,” he murmured when she settled up against him. “You do have talent.”
“I’ve never done it before. Did I do it right?” She buried her face in his shoulder.
She was such a hot mix of seductress and innocent. Everything about her was arousing. He bit back a smile. “Maybe you should try again. Practice makes perfect.”
She smacked him, and he did laugh then. “I told you this would be fun,” he said. “I can’t remember it ever being this good.”
“That’s because you’ve always been so focused on pretending you’re unaffected. It takes a lot of energy to hold back.” She flipped onto her stomach and spread one of those gorgeous hands on his chest. She rested her chin on her fingers and sought his gaze. “Don’t do that anymore. Not with me.”
“But it’s okay with other women?”
She screwed up her face adorably. “Yep. Definitely hold back with other women. Actually, I’d recommend not having sex with anyone besides me ever again.”
Adorable and dangerous. Dangerously addicting. She was upfront about everything, including her predictable desire for monogamy, and transparency turned him on. “I’ll stick with you for now. Hungry yet?”
“I could eat. You gonna buy me dinner after I’ve already put out?” She sighed lustily. “Now I know I’m not in Texas anymore.”
He pulled her up and kissed her sexy swollen lips. “Get dressed. But not in that.” He flipped a hand at his favorite dress in the whole world. “Something that covers you or you’ll starve before I let you out of this bedroom.”
“Um, don’t they have room service?” She arched a brow suggestively. “I remember this guy with a cart.”
“Beauty and brains. Have I told you lately how much I like you?”
She grinned and straddled him. “Give me five minutes. Then you can tell me again,” she said, and rubbed her slick, naked sex all over his, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest as his groin sprang to life.
“I’ll be drowning in you in five minutes.”
She took him in her blistering hands, fumbled endearingly with a condom and guided him to her entrance. Just before she impaled herself, she whispered, “I know mouth-to-mouth,” and kissed him, tongue hot against his. She slid up and down with slow, tight strokes. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head and garbled words caught in his throat.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked and paused, concern plastered across her expression. “Or scaring you?”
“No way. Don’t stop. Please,” he slurred and then saw the furtive smile she couldn’t hide. “Oh, you’re hilarious. I’m over it, okay? You win by a landslide. Hope that compensates for not getting your fairy tale.”
“Kris.” She leaned back to peer at him, driving him deeper and nearly killing him. “You’re here. That’s the fairy tale. Not the setting or the words or the rose petals. All it takes for this to be magic is you.”
And then she pushed down even harder, nipped his chest with her fingernails and turned herself into a complete liar because the magic was in her touch. A spell was the only explanation for why he was still engaged, still desperate for her.
It did take a lot of energy to hold back. He’d just never been able to let go before. Never wanted to.