you did in high school. Like cookies.”
She laughed as he nipped at her neck. “It’s in my perfume. It’s vanilla-scented. In high school I just used vanilla extract. I couldn’t afford perfume.”
“You smell good enough to eat. You always did.”
“I’m not going to say it. You’re not going to make me say it.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin.
“Say it. You know you want to.”
“Eat me, then,” she said.
“If you behave yourself.”
Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrow at him. She didn’t even know she could do that.
“If I behave? How am I supposed to behave?”
Chris kissed his way to her ear and whispered into it one word: “Badly.”
Joey shivered from his hot breath on her cool flesh.
He lowered himself onto her carefully, his hips flush against hers, his bare chest to her chest. So much warm skin, so much body heat, so much male weight on top of her... When she’d been weeping on Kira’s couch, one of her laments had been how much she’d miss having sex. She loved sex, needed it, wanted it when she could get it, wanted it more when she couldn’t. How long would it be before she recovered from this breakup and started dating again, started having sex again? Well...a couple days apparently. She would have laughed except she had Chris’s tongue between her teeth, and she wasn’t keen on letting it go just yet.
Joey ran her hands up Chris’s arms and rubbed his shoulders and biceps, massaging them as they kissed because she quickly discovered that when she did this, Chris made the loveliest soft moaning sound in the back of his throat and he pushed his hips into hers hard enough she could feel the outline of his erection. Those were all wonderful consequences to a wonderful action.
Chris placed his left hand by her hand and held himself up over her long enough to slide her bra straps down her shoulders. He kissed her neck and arms and chest to tease her and it worked. Oh, how it worked. She was ready to beg him to take her bra all the way off when he upped the teasing ante by cupping her right breast in his hand and lightly squeezing it. Even through the silk fabric she could feel his heat and the gentle pressure. She arched into his hand, wanting more. He brought his mouth down and kissed her nipple through her bra. It puckered and hardened, and the sound she made as he licked her through the silk should have embarrassed her, it was so hungry. But she’d given herself permission to be decadent tonight, to indulge in something she usually didn’t do—have a one-night stand with an old friend just to make herself feel better. Chris knew this was all it was, so why not? Why not make herself feel good and him feel good and forget Ben existed, at least for tonight?
“You’re good at teasing me,” she said.
“Am I?” He nuzzled against the valley of her breasts.
“You’re going very slow.”
“I like to go slow. If I go fast, then it’s over with too soon.”
“Or you could go fast—twice.”
“You’re behaving very badly right now.”
“You told me to.”
“I know.” He raised his head and grinned at her, a grin to set her body temperature shooting up another degree or two. “It was a compliment.”
He rewarded her for her bad behavior by pushing the cup of her bra down. The cool air of the room on her naked breast sent her shivering with delicious chills. Chris lightly licked the hard tan tip that was turning a darker shade of brown as he gave it more and more attention and more and more blood rushed to her breasts. She tangled her hand in his hair and held his mouth to her nipple. He covered it with his lips and sucked softly and then deeply and then hard enough to make her gasp aloud.
Chris kissed her mouth after she moaned and took her breast in his hand. He pinched her nipple and tugged lightly on it, rolling it between his fingers as he kissed her until she could scarcely breathe and forgot she needed to.
“Remind me to do something after you’re done fucking me,” she whispered.
“What is that?”
“I need to call Kira and tell her she’s a genius.”
HE LOWERED HIS head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself. Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years. Also, it felt like she was breaking a rule, cheating, cheating on Ben even though she wasn’t. They hadn’t said they’d broken up, but there was no reason to say a single word to him the second she discovered he was married. Their relationship was null and void in her mind because he’d lied to her, lied to his wife. But if she knew Ben as well as she thought she did, he would apologize, try to get her back. He still considered her his girlfriend, and if he knew she was with another man, he would lose his mind. She almost wanted to call him right now and tell him what she was doing.
And laugh.
“More,” she whispered as Chris lightly bit her nipple.
“More what?”
“More of you,” she said, sliding her palms down his body from his neck to the small of his back where she lingered awhile. His skin was so soft here, so touchable, so smooth. “More of this.” She lifted her pelvis meaningfully into his.
“Are you begging for sex?”
“Not yet. Should I?”
“Worth a try. Maybe it would work.”
“No guy has ever made me beg for it before.”
“Maybe I know it’s worth begging for.”
“You’re a little cocky, Chris. How did I not know that about you?”
“A little cocky?”
She smiled.
He rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his jeans. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “You’re a lot cocky.” When he started to raise his jeans up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists.
“Don’t,” she said. He said nothing, only looked at her. “Please don’t? Pretty please?”
“You’re not bad at begging.”
“How much begging would I have to
