“Yes?” He dropped his hand from her neck to grab the hem of her sweater. But he didn’t remove it. Just allowed the backs of his fingers to brush against the quivering flesh of her stomach. “And then what?”
“I-I want you to kiss my breasts and suck on my nipples,” she managed.
“Mmm,” he growled. “That sounds right. Like we agreed.”
“Hmm?” It was hard to pay attention to his words when he was standing and crowding her back against the little vanity. He was so hot. And huge! This bathroom was not intended for a man of his size.
“It sounds like heaven,” he clarified, pulling her sweater over her head and carefully hanging it on the latch of the door.
She was panting, impatient. But she didn’t have long to wait. He reached behind her back and, one-handed, flicked open the catch on her bra. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled it from her shoulders. Hooking one strap over the corner of the mirror, he turned back to her. They were thigh to thigh, squeezed into the tiny space. And the air was hot as a furnace.
Or maybe that’s just me…
When he moved to resume his seat on the toilet lid, she felt the desertion of his big body like a physical blow. But he held her hand and pulled her toward him, her legs between his spread thighs, her breasts bobbing just above his head.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, eyeing her reverently.
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’ve never had much up top, but I—”
“Shhh.” He stopped her, gently cupping one tender mound in his hot, callused palm. When he rubbed his thumb over the tip, she thought she might die. Sensation zipped from her nipple straight to the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her knees shook. “You’re perfect. High and tight, with these amazingly responsive nipples.”
That last part, the amazingly responsive nipples part, was a recent occurrence. He lifted his other hand, cupping her opposite breast and giving it the same loving attention until both her nipples poked out like pencil erasers. “Given your coloring, I expected ’em to be darker. But they’re the exact shade of cotton candy. So delicate and pink.”
“Dan—”
“Bend down just a little,” he instructed. “Let me taste ’em and make both our fantasies come true.”
“Holy shit,” she hissed, pressing her palm to the bulkhead behind him so she could bend forward enough to have the tips of her breasts level with his mouth. When his hot breath brushed over one super-sensitized point, a rush of wetness flooded from her core. And when he looked up at her, hunger and desire and…something she couldn’t name sparkling in his eyes, she couldn’t stand it a second longer. “Please,” she begged, cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward that last inch. “I need to feel your lips on me.”
And then he obliged her, opening his hot mouth around her nipple. He laved it with the flat rasp of his tongue, then he closed his lips around it and sucked. Strongly. Because somehow he knew that’s what she needed.
She cried out. The pleasure was so good. Too good. And with each hard pull at her breast, she felt an answering tug between her legs. She slapped a hand over her mouth. With the engines humming, it wasn’t likely those in the cabin could hear what they were doing, but—
“You taste amazing,” he said. “Are you this sweet all over?” She knew it was a rhetorical question because he continued before she could answer. “I can’t wait to find out…”
Chapter Fifteen
Just as Penni had promised, Dan was in heaven. Despite the tight spot, despite the fact there was a traitor sitting not fifteen feet from them, despite the lingering smell of blood mixed with antiseptic, he was in paradise.
Because he had Penni in his hands. In his mouth. Sweet, wonderful Penni and her little catching breaths and deep, throaty moans. She was so responsive. Made for love. Her nipples pebbled against his tongue, begging to be sucked. To be licked. To be laved.
He did exactly that. And with every pull of his lips, her hips arched forward just the tiniest bit. He imagined the move rubbed her sex along the seam of her jeans. Imagined she was hot and wet and wonderfully swollen. For him. For the pleasure he was giving her. For the pleasure yet to come.
“God, Dan,” she said huskily, her fingers tousling his hair as she held him to her. “I need…”
She trailed off. And he knew by the hot blush that had stolen into her cheeks when he’d demanded she tell him what she wanted that dirty talk didn’t come easily to her. But that just made it hotter. Made her hotter. That she was pushing her boundaries with him. For him. He didn’t give her a reprieve.
“What?” he breathed around her nipple, playing with the tip. Flicking his tongue against it just as he would against her hot little clitoris once he got her jeans off. “What do you need, Brooklyn? Tell me.”