Jeanie London – Pillow Chase (страница 3)

“So what have I done to deserve this special treatment?” Miranda asked.

“You love me.” He dragged his mouth along her in-step and warmed the silk with a kiss.

She trembled as he nibbled his way along her anklebone, an area of her body she’d never realized was so sensitive. And this wasn’t the only erotic discovery she’d made since becoming involved with her husband.

Troy’s sense of adventure was one of the things that had attracted her to then-Lieutenant Knight. He’d seemed larger than life, more exciting than any man she’d ever known, and it was much more than his career and his uniform. Much more than his piercing green eyes and striking blond looks. Much more than his aura of powerful male.

It was simply him, and his wonderful zest for living.

He made her reach beyond herself and the world she knew. He didn’t have any trouble handling the visibility that came along with her family, with having a father and grandfather who were both politicians. Troy performed beautifully in public but managed to live life as if no one was watching.

It was a skill she hoped to learn.

As far as Miranda was concerned, Troy was a good influence. He’d even turned their wedding into a celebration. Scoffing at the traditional, he’d talked her into a fantasy wedding at this romance resort. Then he’d whisked her away from Niagara Falls for a life filled with travel and excitement and challenges she’d never dreamed of.

Challenges she’d never dreamed she couldn’t live up to.

Squelching the thought brutally, Miranda slid her fingers through his hair. The familiar feel of the brushed short strands helped chase away her thoughts with a burst of tenderness for how much she loved this man. And how much she would do to be with him.

Like stop thinking. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking.

Tracing the curl of his ear, Miranda trailed her fingers along his hairline, along the curve of his jaw beneath smoothly sculpted cheeks. She searched for the pulse beating there.

And she found it, strong and steady. Like Troy himself.

Pressing her fingers into his throat, she counted the beats, her own heart speeding its pace when he ran his tongue through that responsive hollow between ankle-bone and heel. He swirled his tongue over her foot, a lush stroke, before gusting a warm breath between her toes.

He made the simplest touch erotic, made her respond to him as easily. It was his gift, one that bore out his belief about soul mates.

And made her so very glad they’d found each other.

When she heard a thunk against the tabletop, she tried to distinguish the sound, but couldn’t. Letting her fingers drift away from his skin, she waited.

An unexpected warmth touched the bottom of her foot, and she started, earning a throaty chuckle from Troy as he pressed the solid heat to her skin, that solid cylindrical heat…and she realized what he’d been nuking in the microwave.

“And I thought you were making breakfast.”

He rolled the warm sex toy over the ball of her foot, over muscles he’d massaged into supple compliance. “I’m making a meal out of you. Hungry?”

“Only for you.”

“Good.”

“So what is this, Lieutenant Commander? The glass dildo or the see-through vibrator?” He’d obviously helped himself to some goodies from one of the more unique features of this suite.

The sexy sheet sets.

Each day housekeeping outfitted the gold-framed bed in specialty sheets with names like the Kama Sutra Sports Set and the Incredible Edible. Each set came equipped with a surplus of sexy toys for couples to play with.

“You tell me, Mrs. Knight.”

“Oh, so you want to play games?”

He didn’t reply, just eased the device up her calf, a two-handed move that made her sigh. But content didn’t seem to be the reaction he wanted because he grazed the device lightly behind her knee.

“That tickles.” She scrambled away, but didn’t get far. With this blindfold, she wasn’t sure where the chaise ended and didn’t want to overbalance and land on the floor.

Not that Troy wouldn’t save her. He’d catch her before she could go over the side, but she much preferred to look enticing in her blindfold rather than clumsy.

But her vanity came with a price, and choosing the path of least risk meant exposing the insides of her thighs. Troy zeroed in on the target, skimming that warmth along her skin, tickling her until her muscles quivered with her efforts to resist.

But he wasn’t having any part of resistance.

“Spread your legs.” Arousal made his voice a sexy command, and shifting around, he wedged his hips between her knees to force her to comply.

Miranda didn’t need her eyesight to know hunger had sharpened the lines of his face, made him look focused, predatory. She’d burned that expression into her memory to carry her through the times when they were apart.

But they were together now, and using his ruthlessly toned body to best effect, Troy crowded her against the sloping back of the chaise, filled her senses with the feel of him, the familiar male scent of his freshly scrubbed skin.

He never slowed those achingly teasing touches, but worked his way toward the juncture between her thighs until his sexy device warmed the panty hose against her aroused sex.

Sliding her hands along his chest, she used touch to anchor herself as that invading heat melted her insides. She traced the broad hollows of his smooth skin, but before she could slip her arms around him, that heat between her legs burst into motion, an electronic vibration that pulsated against her most private places and made her gasp in surprise.

“Does that answer your question, Mrs. Knight?”

He pressed his mouth against her ear, breathed a sultry breath, another sensual assault that sent that surge of moist fire straight to her core.

The sensation was too unexpected, too direct, too potent, and she writhed against it, found her attempts to escape only heightened the intensity. Her stomach gathered against the pleasure. Her breasts grew heavy and tight.

“The see-through vibrator.” She exhaled the words on a breath.

His low chuckle radiated against her ear, another reverberation that throbbed low in her belly. “Surprise. It’s more than just a see-through vibrator.”

“What is it?”

He upped the speed a notch and the humming grew louder.

“Oh, Troy.” She didn’t give him a chance to answer when that pulsation caught the bundle of nerve endings hidden in the folds of her sex. A shock wave ran through her.

“I’m keeping that part a surprise so you’ll have something to look forward to.”

“More games.” The protest was pure bravado because Miranda wasn’t sure she wanted another surprise, not when she couldn’t decide whether to ride the palpating sensation or attempt an escape.

Troy loved doing this to her, too. He loved seeing how far he could push until she dissolved into an incoherent puddle of impulses that would do anything for satisfaction.

He also knew about paybacks. In fact, she thought he looked forward to them… But right now he was at his highly trained finest, trailing wet kisses down her jaw and neck, sucking gently at the pulse in the base of her throat, making her whole body tingle under such a sexy assault.

Her breasts had grown heavy with desire. Pulling him closer, she rasped her nipples against his chest for some relief. But her bra interfered with the friction of skin against skin, and he wouldn’t shift forward enough to make a difference.

Then again, why should he move? His growing erection had inched against her thigh, and all he had to do was arch his hips to ease his own ache.

No, Troy was having a good time exactly where he was, teasing her with openmouthed kisses along her shoulder. He used the vibrator to awaken every nerve ending between her head and toes and her panty hose eased his journey between her thighs. Slipping the tip slightly inside, he explored her most intimate places, and the feel of silk-covered tip gently probing aroused her until she could only surrender to the sensation, feeling the promise of a climax lingering in the distance. Swelling, waning and there, just out of reach.

She wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of his sexy game, either. Troy’s kisses grew demanding. He trailed his mouth down her chest, toward her breasts, and for a breathless moment she thought he might grant her wish and remove her bra, but he only speared his tongue beneath the lace, barely reaching her nipple with a teasing wet stroke.

She would have removed the thing herself, but their position hindered her mobility. He kneeled over her, all warm, hard muscle and bare skin, and she could only trace the strong hollows of his chest, reveling in the tightness that was a result of his rigorous training.

Miranda could ride his erection, though. Every arch of her hips dragged her silk-clad thigh against him. She wanted him to share this urgency she felt, but Troy obviously recognized her game because the vibrator suddenly stopped.

Sucking in a deep breath, she protested with a gasp as the intense arousal ebbed its frenzied pace.

“Don’t go anywhere.” Propping himself up, he maneuvered out of the tangle of arms and legs they’d become. “I’m coming right back.”