She clicked on the oven light and checked her burritos before turning around. He was right there, blocking any easy way around him.
“There is the bee kiss.” She angled her head to bring her lips against his neck just below his ear and pursed her lips, making a buzzing sound as she pushed air out between them.
“Damn, Carly. You’re going to have me on my knees.”
“Not the worst position for a man.” She licked then blew into his damp ear, gently grazed his earlobe with her teeth. “Ear kiss.”
He sighed like a man under duress. “I’m hoping like hell you aren’t done yet.”
“I’m just getting started,” she whispered, before leaving a tongue trail down his neck.
She lowered her hands from his shoulders and reached to pull his shirt up out of his pants.
He watched her lids at half-mast. “You undress me, and dinner is off the menu.”
“Wasn’t all that hungry anyway.”
She lightly raked her fingers back and forth across the skin of his belly that she’d exposed. “You know that game you play with a baby, blowing on the tummy?” She glanced up at him as she poked a thumb into his belly button. “Belly kiss coming up.”
She lowered herself and replaced her thumb with her tongue, flicking it rapidly in and out over his navel.
Noah flung his head back. “That kiss wasn’t the only thing that came up. I’m hard as a pipe.”
“You’re so easy.” She snaked back up his body, grazing him everywhere with the impression of her own. “Any more requests?”
“Let’s save something for next time.”
She gazed him a questioning look. “Next time?”
He ignored the provocation. They both knew this was only the beginning.
This time it was his turn. He settled his hands on her waist. “French kissing has always been popular with me.”
She smiled. “That old standby.”
“Yeah. Boring as hell, right?” His hands slid up her torso, taking the hem of her shirt with them until his warm calloused hands were holding her naked back. “Let me see if I remember how to do that.”
The stroke of his tongue along the seam of her lips was like an injection of lust, direct and mainlined, her body instantly ready for him. And then he proceeded to show her that he hadn’t forgotten a thing about how to French kiss, adding a few variations as he went along.
By the time he broke the kiss, she was sagging against him and he was holding on to her for dear life. And somehow their clothes had found the floor.
“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom? And you can show me all those kisses again. But on different parts of the body.”
She turned off the stove, took his hand to lead him to her bed. And she did exactly what he requested.
And then he improvised, trying out butterfly kisses on her nipples. And bee buzz in the cleft between her thighs.
By the time he slid into her she was panting, and his groans were so loud she was glad her bedroom didn’t have a common wall.
“You feel so damn delicious, Carly.”
She was feeling him, too. He felt so good inside her she was weeping, and all for him. When they climaxed, her body clamped down on his so hard she could feel every pulse of his ejaculation as he emptied into her.
Noah flung a hand over his eyes, trying to remember how to speak. “Where did you learn all that? No, don’t tell me.” Other men, sophisticated European decadent lucky ducks who knew how to dazzle women. He’d just have to accept her past.
She crawled up over his chest, her smile the best ever. “You won’t believe me.”
He grunted.
“Baby-sitting training classes.”
“Get out.”
“Really. The Inuit kiss, the bee buzz, the butterfly wing, and the tummy blow are all pretty standard ways of making small children laugh. Gentler than tickling, which can sometimes turn into torture.”
“How’d you come to turn child’s play into adult erotic torture?”
“You asked me to.” She smiled and kissed his chin. “No man ever asked me about playful kisses before. So I improvised.”
Noah saw the truth of it in her face. “So, this was all just for me?”
“Don’t get a big head.”
“Oh, that’s not what’s getting big—again.”
“Men.”
“Yes. And glad as hell to be one when you’re around.”
He rolled her over and under him, framing her face with his fingers. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Carly. You wreck me every time we’re together. Every time.”
Her expression became serious. “It’s not a game for me with you.”
“You think I don’t know what? This thing between us, I know you feel it too. I’m trying to accept it. I don’t deser—”
She cupped her hand over his mouth. “Either accept it, or get out. It’s a gift. Gifts are flawless.”
He smiled. “Please remind me, every two or three months.”
She quirked a brow. “That’s a big leap.”
“We’ll see.” He waggled his brows at her. “Want to play Hide the Salami?”
“Vegetarian, remember?”
“Hide the Banana?”