Page 30 of Wrecked With You

“Never,” she said. “I want you to keep going and going, and you won’t ever stop because I’m never going to beg.”

“Yes, you will. Do you know how I know?”

“How?” Her voice was breathy, and he knew that she wanted him to touch her again.

“Because I know you.”

She laughed. “Do you? So soon?”

“Yes.” He was certain of it. He’d known at the moment he saw her on the tennis court. He knew this woman. But he damn sure intended to know her better.

Right now, though, he wanted to be inside her.

He moved up her body, then loosened the straps at her wrists so that she could flip over. He tightened them once she did, leaving her spread-eagle on the bed with her arms crossed above her head. At the same time, though, he removed her blindfold, because he didn’t think he could go a moment longer without seeing her eyes, her expression.

“Are you going to retie my ankles?”

“No,” he said. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me when I fuck you. But I don’t intend to do that until...”

“Until I beg? You’re going to get blue balls,” she said, a tease in her voice.

“A small price to pay.”

He got off the bed and looked in the goodie bag that the resort had provided. He hadn’t paid too much attention when Mindy had handed it over, but he thought that he had seen—yes, there it was. A small bottle of erotic massage oil, the kind that heated up when rubbed into the skin.

He pulled it out, taking a condom, too, since he certainly intended to need that soon enough, then he climbed back on the bed between her still-spread legs. He put the oil on his hands, then stroked slowly up her thighs, barely brushing her sex before moving up her abdomen higher and higher until he reached her breasts.

She arched up as he massaged them, paying close attention to her nipples, knowing that the heated oil on that sensitive spot would most likely drive her crazy. Then he used his hand to focus on one breast while he closed his mouth over the other, tasting and sucking, his tongue teasing her nipple as she writhed beneath him. Then, when he had his fill of her—would he ever really have his fill of her?—he slid off the bed and stripped off his own clothes.

When he returned, he moved higher up her body so that he could claim her mouth with his. His cock was right at her core, teasing her, and she wiggled against him, her body wanting to draw him in. He shifted, pushing himself down the bed a bit so as to reduce the amount of friction she felt.

As he’d expected, she whimpered in disappointment.

“You know how to get me back,” he teased.

“No fair.”

“I’m pretty sure that all’s fair in bed. Is there something in particular you want?” he asked innocently.

She moved her hips her body arching up and her thighs squeezing against his hips. He planted another long kiss on her mouth, then pulled back, sucking hard on her lower lip before kissing his way down her body, all the way down her clit. He licked and sucked until she was bucking against him, her legs wrapped tight around him.

When he stopped teasing her clit with his mouth, she writhed as if silently begging. And, yes, she whimpered.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You know that if you lose the game, we both win.”

“Bastard.”

He laughed, then gently blew a thin stream of air on her sex.

“Damn you. Please.”

“Are you begging?”

“Dammit, Tony.”

“You called me that on the plane,” he said. “I meant to tell you then, only my closest friends call me Tony.”

“Oh.”