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Just glancing at the colorful items strewn across the floor, however, and picturing running the tip of a slender vibrator over all the most sensitive parts of her body, was enough to open up his mind. He totally got off on oral sex—but how much better might it be if he filled her with a sexy, vibrating toy while he pleasured her with his tongue? Even that alien-probing toy suddenly sounded a little more interesting. He could see how a woman might be interested in double penetration without having to go to bed with two men.
Da-yum.
Forget it. Not double, not even single.
They weren’t just two people who could get up to sexy games; they were strangers. Two strangers who couldn’t get involved, no matter what.
Because if they so much as touched one of those kinky things at the same time, he feared the news would smash into the island’s grapevine so fast everybody would be drinking Merlot by nightfall.
“Then again, I do like wine,” he mumbled under his breath. Hell, Chianti might as well have been in his bottle as a baby, it was such a part of Santori tradition.
Her brow shot up. “What?”
“Talking to myself. I’m a little out of my element with this one.”
“That makes two of us.” She shook her head, nibbled her lip, then leaned down to begin picking up the strewn items.
Knowing better than to pick up any of the naughtier things for her, he went for the giving-yourself-pleasure book. Unable to resist, he turned it over and read the description on the back. It hinted that the pages contained all kinds of secrets and tips on how a woman could achieve ultimate satisfaction, sans man.
“You don’t really need this, do you?” he found himself asking, not sure where the question had come from, or why he’d voiced it. His common sense, and tact, seemed to have departed when it came to Lindsey Smith, some inner bad boy making him up the stakes, just a little.
She’d been grabbing sex toys and shoving them into the box, but stopped midway to stare at him before replying to his question. He tried not to look at the Jolly Green Giant–size dong she was holding and instead focused only on her face.
“What do you mean?”
He could blow it off, retreat to safe conversational territory—if there was such a thing, considering she was holding a two-foot-long cock and he a manual on masturbation. But something made him persist. “You’re beautiful. You’re sexy as hell. Why would you need to...”
“Have sex by myself?”
“Something along those lines.”
Her lashes fluttered; she glanced away, twisting the phallus in her hands as if she didn’t even realize she was holding it. He flinched, unable to help it, because, while the idea of having those slim fingers wrapped around his own dick was exciting as hell, he didn’t think he’d be up for that much hand-wringing. Mr. Big Dong didn’t seem to mind, though; those sex-toy makers obviously made their products very sturdy.
“Maybe I just don’t believe in having to rely on anyone else, sexually or otherwise. Some women like having all the control in their hands.”
Her hands? He managed not to smirk at that line, even though she’d practically begged for a smirk.
“I mean,” she said, apparently noticing his expression, “they might prefer to be in the driver’s seat.”
That one he couldn’t resist. “You’d have to be one hell of a driver to handle that stick.”
A tiny smile flitted across her mouth. “I guess. But the truth is...these things aren’t really mine.”
He grimaced. “They’re borrowed?”
“I meant, I didn’t buy them,” she said with an eye roll.
“Did you knock over that big-name sex shop, Bare Essentials, before you left Chicago?”
“Of course not. They’re samples. They were for research.”
“Are you preparing for your entry into the adult-film business?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s good, because I’m fairly sure the ‘hot for teacher’ story has already been done. About a million times.”
“How many versions have you seen?” she asked, her expression unchanged, though her voice held the tiniest bit of suggestion.
“Maybe a few.”
Her wicked smile made Mike realize he wasn’t the only one giving in to some naughty urges here. She, too, was pushing this, even though the safe, sane thing would have been to let the conversation drop along with the dildo.
He stepped closer, pausing only to let the book fall into the open box at his feet. She didn’t move away, tossing her own retrieved item in there, as well. It landed with a thud.
“You could kill someone with that thing,” he mused.
