Dash of Peril. Lori Foster
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Название: Dash of Peril
Автор: Lori Foster
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781472094360
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“I...I need to come.”
“And you will,” he promised. He saw the carnal desperation on her face...and he loved it. “After I’ve gotten my fill of enjoying your body.”
One thing was certain: she did not feel any pain. He could tell by the way she moaned and moved and how easily she kept trying to spiral out of control.
Dash abandoned her breasts for the moment to concentrate between her legs. “I think you’ll like this.”
She caught her breath and waited.
“Two fingers in you, nice and deep.” He watched the movement of his hand, his fingers sliding in and out of her tender body. “I have large hands, but still, it’s not quite the same as when we’ll have sex.” His cock hurt, he wanted her so much. But he wouldn’t veer off track.
She strained to remain still.
“And with my other hand, I can...” He touched her clitoris, and she gasped, her hips lifting. “Maybe we should put that off until later.”
“Do it now.” Her voice was high, thin.
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
“Dash...” Frustration made her frantic. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer.”
He said with certainty, “You can.”
She moaned raggedly.
Maybe he should save that much teasing for her second orgasm. She was already drawn so tight that it worried him. He didn’t want to add to her aches and pains. He wanted to alleviate them.
“I’ll prove it to you....” She was about to protest when he touched her again, saying, “Later.”
It took him less than thirty seconds to push her over the edge, and hearing her cries, seeing the open, honest pleasure on her face, he damn near followed her.
As her orgasm faded, she slumped and he quickly pulled the drain on the tub to let the water out. “Relax, honey.”
She gave a faint but honest laugh. “Now I can, definitely.”
“I’m glad.” Pleased with her, Dash shook open the towel. “Time to dry off.”
“Forget it.” She motioned him away with her right hand. “Just leave me here for a little while.”
He grinned at her tranquil posture. “You know I can’t do that. Come on now, you’ll be more comfortable once you’re dried and dressed.”
“And fed.”
“Exactly.” He caught her under the arms. “Careful now.” He helped her out, then said, “If you can stay on your feet, I can take care of everything.”
“Yes, sir.” She giggled.
Pausing with the towel to her belly, Dash stared at her. A giggle? From Lieutenant Margaret Peterson. “You are dopey as hell.”
“I’m boneless.”
“Boneless, huh?” He kissed her, and wanted to go on kissing her. But that would test his control too much. “I like that ‘sir’ business.”
“You earned it.” She sobered as he bent to dry her legs. “But, Dash, you do realize—”
“That it’s only in the bedroom? Or in this case, the tub? Maybe someday the kitchen table?” He sent her a quick smile of reassurance. “Of course I do.” He briskly dried her thighs, and more slowly between them. “I’ve never known a stronger, more independent woman than you. What we do together won’t change that.”
Margo put a hand on his shoulder, balancing herself.
He brushed the edge of the towel over her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. “But games are fun for everyone, so anytime you want to play...” He couldn’t stop himself from bending to her nipple for one quick, soft suckle. “Just let me know. I liked it. A lot.”
Maybe a little uncertain, she ran her tongue over her lips.
“It’s all right if you admit that you liked it, too.” Hoping to put her at ease, he teased her and said, “I won’t tell.”
“You already know that I did.”
“You’ll like it again in...oh, a few hours. Before we go to sleep.” He smiled. “I did promise you two climaxes, right?”
She sighed. “And what about you? I’m more than happy to—”
“No. I won’t take the chance of causing you pain.” He kissed the bridge of her nose, her temple, and suggested, “Make it up to me when you get the splint off in a few days.” He waited to see what she’d say, if she’d maybe deny the odds of being with him a few days from now.
Instead she lightly trailed her nails down his chest to his abdomen. “Count on it.”
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