Page 97 of Down and Dirty

He soon found out why.

She spread her bent knees wider. “If you do not start moving, I am going to smack your arse to get you moving.”

He would have laughed if he could have. Instead, he began long, slow strokes against her friction. Sweet torture. He kissed her as he moved. He caressed. He murmured his appreciation of all she did to make this better for both of them. When he came, she came with him. They shattered apart but at the same time seemed to melt together.

Every time he made love to Britta it was different.

Every time he made love to Britta it was better.

When he was able to breathe without gasping for breath, he raised his head, still half limp inside her. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, with parted lips. She looked stunned.

“That’s what I call ringing your bell.”

She remained dazed, gazing at him. “Is it always like this betwixt a man and a woman?”

“No.” He traced her lips with the tips of his fingers, then kissed her softly. “No, it’s not. It seems you and I have something special going on. I’m not sure what it is. Chemistry. Emotion. Probably both.”

She frowned, not understanding a word he’d said. “Can you do it again?”

“What?”

“Ring my bell.”

“Oh, Britta, you are priceless. No, we don’t have time. I’ve got to get back to the—”

She rocked her hips against him, which of course caused his half-limp cock to come to life inside her again and protest in manly sign language, Who doesn’t have time?

Then she did something so uninhibited, even a little kinky, that caused him to almost swallow his tongue.

He checked the glowing face on his watch.

“Maybe a little ring,” he said.

A short time later… a really short time later, Zach was dropping Britta off in front of the Wet and Wild.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you back to the base when I report for duty?”

She shook her head. “Nay, I must needs return with my comrades. We made a pact afore coming here that we would stick together. Unless one of us got lucky.” She was deep in thought for a second. “What does ‘getting lucky’ mean?”

He was about to say, “Getting laid,” but figured she wouldn’t understand that, either. “Getting their bells rung.”

Her mouth formed a perfect O, then she giggled. Zach realized then that he’d never heard Britta giggle. Hell, with the childhood she’d had, she’d probably never ever giggled before. He put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

“Don’t go away, Britta,” he blurted out. Where did that come from?

“I must go back to the base.”

He shook his head. “Not there.”

“Oh. I see. Well, I may not have a choice about going back.”

“Just don’t. Please. Wait till I get back, and we can talk.”

Her friends were coming out of the tavern now. Britta called to them out of the open window, telling them she would be with them in a moment. Then she turned to him, and there were honest-to-God tears in her eyes.

Tears? From Britta? What next?

“Be safe,” she whispered huskily, kissed him quickly, and was gone.