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СКАЧАТЬ it over her shoulder. “I’m betting it’s a lot more distracting to think about having hot monkey sex than it is to actually have it.”

      Monkey sex. Duncan’s mind took one long spin.

      “You said it was going to be my decision. So, I’m proposing that for the time we are here at the castle, we simply offer each other sex on demand.”

      “Sex on demand?”

      “Yes. My college roommates used to rave about their buddy-sex arrangements. Today, I think they call it friends with benefits. We just make sex available to each other whenever we want it. It’s perfect for us and our current situation. No strings. No expectations. Anyplace, anytime, any-way-you-want-it sex.”

      Duncan felt his mind take another spin. He was skilled at getting into people’s minds, but Piper’s had to be the most fascinating one he’d ever encountered.

      “If we can do it anytime we want, maybe we’ll get it out of our systems. At the very least, I can think about RPK or the jerk who sent me those flowers instead of how I’m going to keep myself from jumping you.”

      When he said nothing, she frowned at him. “Well, what do you think?”

      He registered the annoyance that laced her tone, but thinking had pretty much gone by the wayside. Not that it had done him much good so far. Thinking was what had kept him hesitating. Thinking had kept him away from her for seven long years. “Is there a difference between monkey sex and buddy sex?”

      It took a full two beats for her to answer him. Then a grin lit up her features. “I can’t say I’m an expert at either.” She stripped out of her T-shirt as she walked toward him. “There’s only one way to find out.”

      He couldn’t take his eyes off the red lace bra. Until she pulled down her jeans and he saw the matching bikinis. And any brain cells still working clicked completely off when she climbed onto his lap and took his mouth with hers.

      He had no choice but to wait out the first jolt. Then he greedily absorbed the second and third as she threaded her fingers through his hair and began to use her teeth on his lips—teasing, tormenting, torturing.

      Nipping on his earlobe, she whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I walked into the room.”

      Ditto. He wanted to say the words out loud, but her mouth was busy on his again.

      “Oh, mmm,” she murmured as if she’d just discovered a flavor she’d been craving.

      He certainly had. You, he thought. Only you.

      Sensations simply battered him and he relished each one. The softness of her thighs pressed against his waist. Her scent, feminine and filled with secrets. The low husky sounds that hummed in her throat and sizzled straight to his loins. The scrape of her nails as she flipped open the buttons of his golf shirt, then tugged it loose from his pants.

      Together, they stripped off his shirt. Then her hands were on his flesh, inciting, arousing, demanding. Each trace of her fingers, each press of her palms brought a pleasure so intense, a weakness so delicious that he began to ache. She was aggressive in a way he’d never imagined or dreamed. She bewitched him in a way no other woman ever had.

      When she drew back enough to slip her hands between them and tug open his belt, his fingers tangled with hers to free him. She found him, caressed him, and he lost his breath and probably part of his mind.

      “Now,” she said.

      Her command triggered explosions inside of him. He thought he’d been prepared, but anticipation and reality were worlds apart. He covered both lace-covered breasts with his palms, heard the quick intake of her breath, felt the thunderous beat of her heart. And need clawed through him. She’d had a point about the white knight analogy, he thought. For the first time in his life, he’d wanted to just sweep a woman away on his charger to a place where he could keep her safe and make her his. More than that, he wanted to pull her to the floor and ravage her the way a warrior might claim the spoils of war.

      But first, he wanted more. He needed more.

      “My turn.” He could barely hear the sound of his voice above the pounding of his blood, but he slid his hands down to her waist and stood, bringing them both up and out of the chair. In one quick step, he braced her against the bookshelves and began to take what he needed.

      EVEN THOUGH HIS HANDS MOVED like lightning, each quick, impatient caress sent a separate thrill rocketing through her. This was the part she’d never gotten to in the fantasies she’d penned. How could she have known?

      More. Had she said it or merely thought it?

      His hands moved between them to flip open her bra. Then he lowered his mouth and devoured. Each flick of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth brought a sharp, edgy shaft of pleasure.

      Too much. Too much. Her heart had never beat so fast. Her body had never pulsed with so much life. But even as she reeled in a tidal wave of pleasures, all she craved was more. More.

      Suddenly his mouth was gone. So were his hands.

      She dug her nails into his shoulders and dragged in a breath. “Don’t stop.”

      But he was already carrying her away from the bookcase and suddenly her feet were on the floor.

      “I want to slow things down,” he said.

      “Why?” She gripped his shoulder and rose up on her toes. “Fast was great.”

      He framed her face with his hands. “Because I’ve waited seven years, and you did say something about any way I want it?”

      When she nodded, he drew them both down so that they were kneeling and facing each other. “Let me show you.” He combed his fingers slowly through her hair, drawing it back from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the day of our parents’ wedding. You had your hair all twisted up in a fancy knot and I wanted my hands in it. I wanted to taste you, too.” Lowering his mouth slowly to hers, he did just that. But not the way he had before. His lips barely brushed against hers before he traced their shape with his tongue. And just like that, he opened up a whole new world of sensations.

      There was none of the flash and fire she’d felt before. Just softness and a glorious warmth that seemed to be turning her blood thick. Each time the heat threatened to flare, he would withdraw and change the angle of the kiss as if he were searching for the perfect position and was determined to find it. Her mind began to spin. Each time he changed the pressure of his mouth, heat, glorious waves of it, shimmered right through to the marrow of her bones. When her muscles went lax and her hand dropped from his shoulder, he lowered her slowly to the floor.

      “Can’t think,” she whispered.

      “Don’t,” he murmured against her mouth. “Just feel.”

      Starting with her throat and shoulders, he took his fingers and mouth on a journey down her body. Tasting, teasing, tempting. Sensations swamped her. Each one carried her further and further beyond what she’d ever imagined. Shouldn’t she have known that the brush of a fingertip over the tip of her breast would make her tremble? Or that the scrape of a fingernail at the back of her knee could make her moan? Or that the feathering of his breath at her waist would make her heart skip and race? No one СКАЧАТЬ