Part 17 (2/2)
She would have laughed if she'd had the breath to do so. He really thought highly of himself. ”Two is all I can do in a twenty-four hour period. Sorry.”
”Says who?”
”Me. I know my body.”
He moved his fingers and it was then she realized they were still inside of her. ”I know your body, too. I'm getting six out of you today.”
He had to be kidding. ”Six?”
”Yes.”
”And how did you come up with that number?” she asked.
A smile touched both corners of his lips. ”That's the number you stopped at. The number when you gave in.”
She didn't like the sound of gloating in his voice. ”Doesn't matter. You still didn't make me beg.”
”Yes, I did.”
”No, you didn't.” She would have remembered. Wouldn't she?
”You said please.”
She frowned, vaguely remembering what she'd said. ”So what if I did? That wasn't begging.”
”Yes, it was.”
She didn't intend to argue with him.
”Say it was, so I can get you out of these shorts,” he said, not letting the matter drop.
He was working his fingers again and the feel of them was sending tremors through her body, and then she began feeling a wave of hunger building up inside her once more. How in the world was that even remotely possible?
”Blade?”
”Hmm?”
”Why are you doing this?”
”I'd rather show you why rather than try to explain,” he whispered, his voice confident and arrogant, yet at the same time tender and warm.
She stared at him as he continued to work his fingers, while the hunger kept growing inside of her. And she knew as miraculous as it could be, if he kept it up that she would come again. But this time, she didn't want his mouth or fingers to deliver such pleasure. It was time to stop evading what she really wanted-total and complete penetration.
He was still holding her gaze and wouldn't let it go. And in a move that she figured surprised him, she leaned up and took her tongue and ran the wet tip along the edges of his lips, those same lips that could arouse her just from looking at them. She smiled when he released a quick rush of breath.
And then she used the tip of her tongue and wiggled it through the center of those lips, and when he all but sucked it inside his mouth to join with his, she flicked it all over the place.
Moments later, he pulled back and stared hard into her eyes. ”Just what do you think you're you're doing?” he asked in a strained voice. doing?” he asked in a strained voice.
She knew this response would be easy. ”I'm begging, Blade.”
But not for long, Blade thought, when he s.h.i.+fted his body to remove her shorts. He was stripping her and stripping his control all at the same time, obsessed with antic.i.p.ating the feel of her muscles clamping him and pulling him in as they had done before. But first he had to make certain of something. More for her benefit than for his.
”Are you on the pill?”
She blinked. ”The pill?”
”Yes?”
She nodded. She was on them more so to regulate her period than anything else, but he didn't have to know that. ”Yes, why?”
”If you want me to use a condom, I will, but I like the feel of being inside of you bare. I'm healthy,” he said, twisting around to pull his wallet out of his back pocket and then taking something out of it to hand to her.
She took what looked like a laminated business card, but when she studied it, she saw that it was a health card. She glanced back up at him. ”You carry around a health card?”
”Yes. Don't you?”
”No.”
”It doesn't matter,” he said, when she handed the card back to him. ”I'm making love to you regardless.”
”Why?”
He stared down at her. She was totally naked as he straddled her, and he would be removing his own clothes shortly. Now would be a good time to tell her how he felt, but he knew he couldn't. His woman was a ”show me” woman and he intended to show her in both deeds and actions.
”Because of this.” And then he leaned closer and captured her mouth in a way he'd gotten used to doing, yet still found exciting. When he eased off of the sofa to remove his s.h.i.+rt, she sat up with him.
”Let me, Blade,” she said.
Sam's voice was filled with s.e.xual desire, so much that she could hear it herself and knew he had to be aware of it, as well. He stood there as she pulled his T-s.h.i.+rt over his head and proceeded to toss it aside. Instead of going straight for his pants she used her hands to roam all over him, touching places on his chest she had often fantasized about. He was built. He was masculine. He was all man.
She felt him tremble at the touch of her hand. She liked the feel of the crisp hair beneath her fingers.
”Having fun?” he asked in a tense tone.
She smiled at him. ”Not as much as I intend to have.”
Surprise glinted in his eyes. ”You're dangerous.”
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