stopped.
“Fallon, I’m wet, dreaming of your kisses.”
His voice was low, seductive. It was nearly as bad as his stroking
fingers.
“That’s embarrass…” she broke off with a
squeal as he dipped a fingertip a fraction into her. Sadly, he
stopped again.
“Say it. Say it all, or I’ll stop now.”
“No!”
“Say it.”
“F-fallon. I…I’m so wet, dreaming of your
kisses there.” Just saying it made a gush of liquid heat wet her
thighs.
“That’s my sweet kitten,” he murmured.
Deftly, he flipped her onto her stomach and tucked a pillow under
her hips, raising her up. He stripped off her pants, leaving her
totally exposed, totally naked to his vision.
She tried to sit up. “What…”
He spread her thighs and licked her, right
where she’d told him she needed it.
It was too good, but she couldn’t get away,
couldn’t stop him with her hands. The more she squirmed against the
sheets, the worse the friction teased her. Her butt was high, her
thighs clamped in his big hands, spread wide for his pleasure…and
hers.
It was such sweet pleasure, such a relief to
surrender. She couldn’t fight him, didn’t want to. Could only buck
and squirm as his tongue sank deep into her, crying out when his
deliberate moan vibrated inside her.
Fallon knew he could have anything he wanted
at that moment, but he wasn’t about to take it. She was passionate
and hungry, needing a lover who would put her needs first. This
first loving was about healing, about teaching her the power of
pleasure. It was also a binding, though she wouldn’t recognize his
power over her at first. They would have plenty of time for more,
and he was a man with self-control. So instead of bringing her
higher, driving her mindless, he brought her down easy, left her
floating on a plain of pleasure. When she had drifted down enough
not to hurt when he stopped, he got off the bed and pulled her up.
“Come on. It’s time for dinner.”
She wobbled in his arms. “W-what?”
“Dinner. Oddly enough, having dessert first
always whets my appetite.”
She blushed and looked around for her
clothes. Happy to keep her off balance, because he didn’t want her
to think, it was always a headache when women thought in these
situations; he helped her into her dress. Mm, he liked that blue
outfit on her. He was tempted to buy her that style in every color
of the rainbow.
She still looked dazed when he brought her to
his suite and seated her at the long table. Larger than her own
apartments, his was furnished in soft greens, bronze and tan
leather. It had three bedrooms, suitable for the family he’d one
day have. The houseplants were few, but well cared for thanks to
his housekeeper. He looked at Rain, but whatever she thought of the
place, she seemed too unsettled to comment.
The meal had just been laid out on the table.
Content to leave the unfocused expression on her face, he filled
her plate and poured her wine before serving himself.
She ate, but kept her eyes on her plate. He
let her have silence for a little while, then said casually, “I
thought we could fish on the bay in the morning. I’ve arranged to
borrow a small sailboat, and the weather promises to be fine. We
should enjoy it before the storms come in the fall and we’re forced
indoors much of the time.”
She risked a glance at him. “Storms?”
“Fierce electrical storms. How do you like
your dinner?”
She looked down at the half-eaten roast. It’s
good.”
“And did you enjoy making love with me,
too?”
CHAPTER 6
Rain looked at him with a stricken
expression. “You’re so casual about it.”
“Not casual. Frank. I enjoyed it. I don’t
want it to be swept under the rug. Preferably, I’ll like to share
it again with you…at your invitation, of course.”
She remained silent, her eyes on her
plate.
Fallon waited.
“I think you’d better find someone else,” she
whispered.
“I’ve no interest in somebody else.”
“Today.” Her voice