Close to You

giving and
taking just as greedily.
    “ So close,” she murmured.
Her head fell back, and her hands braced on his chest. “Now,
Treat. Now .”
    It was enough to push him over the
edge. His shout echoed hers, and he sank into electrifying
oblivion.
     
     
    She was a pile of mush.
    Once, her plane was delayed coming
back from a business trip in New York. To pass the time, she bought
a paperback from the airport shop, a whimsical romance because she
didn’t think she could bear reading anything serious after four
days of heavy strategy planning. She’d smirked when she read the
love scene between the heroine and her romantic interest. After
all, who went boneless after being thoroughly loved by an engorged
manhood?
    Now, draped over Treat’s lip-smacking
body, she could attest to the fact that boneless actually did
happen. And it was glorious.
    As for his manhood... well, suffice it
to say she was impressed. Thrilled really.
    She sighed.
    Treat’s grip on her butt tightened.
His hands were every bit as delicious as she thought they’d be. She
loved the calloused feel of them on her. They edged down behind her
and between her legs, the tip of one finger rubbing back and forth
so lightly she could barely feel it.
    She squirmed, first trying to get
away, then changing her mind and trying to get closer.
    Which must have felt good to him
because she felt him stir inside her.
    So she squirmed again.
    He lightly slapped her bottom before
sliding her off him so she was on her stomach on the bed. He got up
and went to the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush before he came
back to bed, lying on his side, his head propped up on a
palm.
    His eyes were slumberous and heavy and
looked at her with such heat she felt herself flush.
    His hand trailed all the way down her
spine. He played with the little bit of material of her thong,
pulling it so she could feel it rub against her in front. “Is this
why you never have panty lines?”
    She grinned. “You’ve checked out my
panty lines?”
    “ No, I’ve checked out that
you never have any.” He turned her onto her back, looking her
over—head to toes and back again. Leaning down, he took one nipple
into his mouth. He let go and stared at it so hungrily that she
felt it pucker and swell even more.
    He did that, back and forth, cupping
her breasts in his hand, until she was gasping.
    Rolling onto her, he nipped a path up
her throat to her jaw and then her lips.
    She’d never been kissed like this. It
was thorough and she could feel it everywhere—down to her pinky
toes. It made her head spin violently and she grabbed onto his hair
to hold on.
    She could feel him growing hard
against her belly. She arched her hips, trying to get friction
right there without success. She groaned in frustration.
    He gave her a smile that was all bad
boy, got up on his knees between her legs, and pulled her panties
down. Wasting no time, Treat crouched down and licked her, long and
slow.
    Moaning, she watched him. His eyes
captured hers and held them as he licked again, slower this time,
as if he were savoring her.
    It wasn’t enough. She wet her lips.
“More.”
    His slow smile was very male. He
tongued her again, even slower, only this time he stopped at her
clitoris. He rubbed his tongue around it and then
sucked.
    Eve cried out, her back arching off
the bed. Holding his head to her, she came violently and without
warning.
    The wave was tapering off when
suddenly he shifted his mouth and sent her off into another climax.
More powerful than the previous one, she screamed, clutching his
hair for dear life.
    She was still cresting when Treat
stopped for a condom. Quickly rolling it on, he glided into her in
one smooth motion.
    She gasped.
    Hooking her leg in the crook of his
arm, he pumped in and out of her feverishly.
    Eve pulled his head down and mimicked
his movement with her tongue in his mouth. He groaned and picked up
the pace. From a long way off she heard mewling noises and was
surprised when she realized they were coming from her.
    She could feel the change in him as he
got ready to explode. The muscles of his shoulders tensed under her
hands, and inside her he grew taut and harder, if that were
possible.
    She pulled his hair to lift his head
enough so she could see him. “Yes,” she moaned, feeling herself
coiling again as she watched his eyes grow cloudier. He threw his
head back and roared, and she followed helplessly.
    He collapsed on top of her. She could
feel his heart