“If you insist.” He grinned. And winked. This time there was no mistaking it for something in his eye.
Holy crap! I really have entered the twilight zone…
Chapter Sixteen
El Dorado International Airport, Bogotá, Colombia
Saturday, 3:45 a.m.
The night was as dark and warm as the desire still rushing through Dan’s veins. He stood on the dimly lit tarmac, waiting to board the small private jet el Jefe had chartered to take them back stateside—they could have made it in the Beechcraft, but it would have required two more stops for fuel and taken a hell of a long time compared to the jet—and he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in that tiny lavatory…
“Your turn,” she said, licking her lips and grinning down at him as he sat on the toilet lid. The taste of her was still on his tongue, his fingers still damp from her passion. “Stand up.”
“Penni, I—”
She pressed a finger to his mouth, then softened the rebuke by rubbing along his bottom lip as if testing its texture, feeling the plumpness caused by her kisses.
“So soft,” she whispered. “I think this is the softest part on your whole body.”
“Currently?” He grinned. “I’d hafta agree with you.”
She glanced down at the bulge straining his zipper and stuck her tongue in her cheek. “My point exactly. Now stand up.”
He could see the spark of renewed desire ignite in her lovely brown eyes. It was thrilling to know he’d quenched her lust, her longing, but that the thought of returning the favor set her blood boiling again. “I’m not sure you—”
“I’m sure,” she interrupted. “You asked me to tell you what I want. And I’m telling you, I want you to stand up.”
Okay, then. He swallowed. He was so hot, so horny, so completely ready he’d probably go off the minute she got her hands on him. But who was he to question the demands of a lady? Especially a lady such as her. One who was wickedly beautiful. One who was wonderfully nude. One whose current expression was that of the devil himself bent on a sinning spree.
Hot damn…
Pushing to a stand, he gritted his teeth when his boxers and zipper rubbed against his painful erection. Then she went down on her knees in front of him. And just as it had done to men since the beginning of time, that submissive pose made everything that was male and dominant inside him growl with approval. In fact, he was pretty sure he was actually growling.
“Now Mr. Growly Growlerton,” she said—Roger that, he was definitely growling—“let’s get these jeans off, yeah?”
“God yeah,” he agreed, hastily fumbling with his belt buckle.
She tsked and pushed his hands away. “No. Let me do the honors.”
He bit his tongue to keep from begging her to hurry. Especially when she slowly, methodically undid his belt, carefully, teasingly unsnapped the button on his jeans, and deliberately, coquettishly unzipped his fly. She was probably one of those people who unwrapped her Christmas presents slowly too. Savoring the moment before the surprise. Saving the bows and being careful not to tear the paper.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he gritted, unable to resist tangling his fingers in her soft, charmingly messy hair. His heart was thundering out of control, no doubt trying to supply his brain and organs with what little blood wasn’t pooled inside his raging hard-on.
Glancing up at him, she feigned a sympathetic pout. Then she cupped him through the denim of his jeans and squeezed. “Poor baby. We can’t have that, can we?”
He had to shake his head because he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He could barely think, and even then, every single thought was focused on his need to feel her hands on him, skin to skin, her lips on him, her teeth and tongue and—
Hell…
“Please,” he managed, his voice so low he wasn’t sure she heard him.
But obviously she had because she whispered, “Please what, Dan? Tell me what you want.”
To hear his earlier words parroted back to him was both a tease and a challenge. And guess what? He was up to the task. Fuckin’-A he was! “I want you to pull down my pants. I want you take my dick in your hands. I want you to angle it toward your mouth. And then I want you to wrap those sweet lips around me and suck.”
She’d asked for it. He’d given it to her. And he watched, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, as a deep red blush bloomed on her cheeks and across her chest. A sure sign of her excitement mixed with her self-consciousness. It was so damn sweet. So damn hot. So damn everything he’d ever wanted in a partner.
“Yes,” she said. “I think I’ll like that very much.”