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“Yeah…”
“Without barriers, just skin on skin.” I rock my hips, reveling in the feel of him sliding inside me. “Oh, you feel good.”
He palms my breasts and begins teasing my nipples again. “Too much?” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “Just right,” I say, bending to kiss him.
He sighs, and we kiss like that for ages, me moving slowly on top of him, with his hands skating over my wet skin, up my back, over my breasts, up my thighs, and returning to my back.
“I like riding you like this,” I tell him, nibbling his bottom lip. “Come for me.”
He opens his eyes and gives me an amused look. “Already?”
“I don’t care. I want to watch you.”
“I’m not done yet, girl. Come on. Time to get out.”
“Aw.”
“I want you on the bed. I’ve been dreaming about ten different positions since the last time we slept together. I want to try as many of them as I can while I still have the strength.”
Giggling, I lift off him, then get out of the bath. He follows, and we reach for the big, fluffy towels and wrap ourselves in them, kissing as much as we can in between. He grabs another couple of towels, then steers me into the bedroom, where Gus is curled up in his basket, filling the air with soft snores.
“Sorry about that,” Mack says. “It’s not the most romantic of backgrounds.”
“I don’t know. It makes me think of bed anyway. It’s better than Barry White.”
He laughs, unfolds the two spare towels, and rolls them out onto the bed. Then he turns to me and removes mine. “Turn around,” he says.
I do as he says, and he covers my hair and towel dries it gently. When most of the moisture has gone, he dries the rest of me, and then I do him, removing the drips from his arms, back, chest, and legs.
He tosses the towels back in the bathroom, and pulls me into his arms. “Your skin is all pink,” he murmurs, brushing his hands down over my breasts.
“The water was hot. Oh, and all the sex, too.”
He chuckles and kisses me. I sigh and lift my arms around his neck, but we’ve only kissed for a minute when he moves me back to the bed and says, “On you get.”
I climb on and lie back, and he gets on with me. He leans over me, looking down with heat-filled eyes.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says.
“Oh. Mm. Okay.” I shiver. His eyes are so intense.
“But first I’m going to kiss you all over.” He starts by kissing up my nose and over my brows. “I’m going to brand every single inch of your skin, so every part of you belongs to me.”
I close my eyes, my lips parting at his words. It’s a provocative thing to say when I don’t even know what this is. Are we dating? Am I his girlfriend? Everything he does implies I am. It’s just that we haven’t discussed it yet. Not that I care right now.
“Relax,” he murmurs, kissing my ear, then down my neck. “Just let me worship you. But I don’t want you to come.” He stops, and I open my eyes to see him staring into them. “Not until I’m ready,” he states.
“I can’t promise anything,” I admit.
“If you do, there’ll be a price to pay.” He lifts my hand, takes each fingertip in his mouth, and sucks.
I give him a helpless look. How am I supposed to last through this?
“Do you know how many erogenous zones there are?” he asks, kissing my palm, my inner wrist, and down my arm.
“A hundred and fifty?”
