“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her ear after he’d released her chin. His eyes pinned hers in the mirror, refusing to let her look away, refusing to let her hide.
“It’s your turn to tell me what you want,” she reminded him, her voice soft and low and full. “We were interrupted the last time, remember?”
He squeezed his eyes closed and moaned, rubbing himself against her. She knew the friction had to be building the ache as much as relieving it. “Yes, I remember.” His voice was barely above a growl. “I remember you down on your knees in front of me. I remember the feel of your soft hands wrapped around my cock. I remember your succulent mouth opening.”
“Is that what you want again?” she asked, watching his eyes flutter open. His lids hung at half-mast, a strong muscle twitched in his beard-stubbled jaw.
“What I want would shock you,” he said. It felt a little like a challenge.
“Tell me,” she whispered, arching back into him, increasing the friction of their bodies.
For a while he simply held her gaze in the mirror. She could tell he was debating, wondering if she could handle the bald truth of his wants. She held her breath, waiting, hoping he would tell her. She loved the thought of him trusting her enough to show her his most lustful, lascivious side.
She got her wish when he finally admitted, “I want to fuck you from behind and watch your face in the mirror while you come.”
Sweet heavenly father! Just the sound of it, just the thought of it, had her womanhood contracting, pulsing, aching. “Then do it,” she told him, unconsciously reaching up to rub the bump on the bridge of her nose. “Do exactly that.”
Who are you? And what have you done with Penni DePaul? It was a valid question considering she wasn’t an adventurous lover. Or, at least…she’d never been one before. But maybe that’s because she’d never been with a man who made her feel safe enough to be adventurous.
Dan made her feel safe. He made her feel adventurous. He made her feel…so many things. All the things.
His throat made a sticky sound when he swallowed, his eyes searching hers in the mirror. “But don’t you want me to—”
“Do it,” she interrupted him, her breaths coming fast and hard, her nipples standing high and tight. “Just like you said. That’s what I want.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned, grabbing her hips and thrusting against her ass like he couldn’t help himself. Like he had to rub himself against her or he would die.
She caught her lip between her teeth and grinned—even she would say her reflection looked sexy, coquettish; and she’d never claimed to be either in her entire life. “I thought the plan was for you to fuck me,” she said.
Chapter Nineteen
Dan could not believe his good luck…
Penni was everything he’d dreamed about and more. He’d known she was sensual and passionate from their time in Kuala Lumpur. But he’d never guessed she was a sex kitten on steroids. Just when he thought he’d pushed her past the point of comfort, she surprised him by meeting him there and then taking it a step further. She was the perfect foil for him sexually.
And she was waiting.
Tomorrow he would probably scold himself for not taking his time when he undressed her. He pulled her jeans, panties, and socks off in one go and shoved them all aside with a careless foot. And he would definitely want to kick his own ass for not trying to be sexier when he disrobed for her. Instead of slowly undoing the button on his pants, teasingly drawing down the zipper to increase the anticipation, he shucked his drawers in record time and whipped off his sweater like it was on fire.
The bad thing about all that was he didn’t savor the removal of each piece of clothing, glorying in each new inch of skin that was revealed. The good thing about all that was now they were both buck naked. And it was about damn time. He’d been waiting, fantasizing about the moment when there would be nothing between them. No barrier of clothing. No impediment for his seeking hands and mouth to overcome. Just flaming hot skin to flaming hot skin.
His reflection in the mirror looked huge compared to hers. Where her shoulders were narrow, his were broad. Where her arms were lithe and lovely, his were bulging and roped with sinew and veins. Where she was soft and delicate and smooth, he was hard and heavy and rough. Put together the disparity between them was…beautiful, sexy, highlighting the differences between male and female, man and woman.
“Do it.” She braced her hands on the counter and shoved her sweet, round ass back at him. “Just like you said.” Anticipation and desire made her voice breathy and rough.