Page 74 of 72 Hours

Damned guy was insatiable. Thank God.

“I’m sort of tired,” I began weakly.

“Won’t take much of your time,” he wheedled. His mouth brushed at my jaw, and I instantly relaxed, like I’d stepped into a warm, relaxing bath. “After all, don’t I come way too quick?”

I remembered a long, lusty session last night; wave upon wave of pleasure and torment as he took me up to the brink of orgasm and back again; the sight of him lifted above me, shining with sweat and eyes glinting in the darkness, for hour after hour....

Who the hell ever said that about him?

Then I remembered and groaned. “You’re never going to let me forget that.”

“...and I have a distinct lack of imagination....”

“Shit.” Of course, that had been a total fabrication. In reality, Niall’s imagination made my heart sing and my toes curl. Niall’s imagination startled me into erotic pleasure time and again. Niall’s imagination was deep and sometimes rather dark, and way beyond normal description.

But maybe he’d believed me. Maybe my acting had been just that little bit too good.

Then he laughed softly, the vibration thrumming against my neck, and I let him tease. It was all part of the delicious game we enjoyed together now. His fingers slid into my loosened trousers, and I nudged my hips up against him. He had me off balance; he had me captured. He had me fooled, time and again, and I didn’t care.

Yeah, this was definitely the very best place to be!