Page 60 of Secret Paths

Her fingers slide into my hair as my mouth closes over one nipple.

She exhales.

I take my time with her, moving from one breast to the other until her fingers tighten and her hips shift beneath me.

I smile against her skin.

“Don’t.”

I look up. “Don’t what?”

“Look smug.”

“I can’t help my face.”

“You manage when you’re sulking.”

“That was one evening.”

“That was twenty minutes ago.”

Fair.

I kiss my way down her stomach instead of answering.

Her hand follows me, fingers still caught loosely in my hair.

When I reach the waistband of her knickers, I hook my fingers beneath it.

Mandy lifts her hips.

I slide them down and drop them beside her jeans.

Then I settle between her thighs.

She opens for me without hesitation.

That trust does something unexpectedly complicated to my chest, so I concentrate on something considerably less complicated.

Her.

I kiss the inside of her thigh.

Then the other.

“Peter.”

“Yes?”

“You know where everything is.”

“I’m enjoying the journey.”

She gives my hair a small tug.

I grin.

Then I put my mouth on her.