Page 49 of Down and Dirty

She heard herself whimper. Her body stiffened. She tore her mouth out from under his and arched her neck back over his shoulder, keening.

But the brute would not relent.

“Relax. Take it easy.”

She tried to laugh at what must be a jest. How could she relax when her body was rising to some fever pitch?

And then… and then, it was like a shower of stars she’d seen one time in the eastern skies. That part of her that he still strummed splintered into a million pieces shooting out to all the parts of her body and beyond.

It was the most wonderful awful experience of her life.

And Zachary was no better. He held her even tighter now and stroked his manpart along the crease of her buttocks and between her legs, faster and faster as he panted for breath, then bit her shoulder, lightly, slammed into her back, hard, and groaned, “Yessssss!”

She was fair certain she bit his shoulder, as well, but she could not be sure, because she lost consciousness for a moment. When she regained her senses, he was toweling her dry, then taking her by the arm, leading her down the corridor. In a daze, she barely noticed him stopping to peek in Sammy’s room to make sure the child was still asleep. He turned around then, passed the bathing chamber, the next bedchamber, and then led her into a third… his, she presumed, considering the vast size of the bed.

Still in a daze — else she would clout the man for leading her about like a pet dog — she watched him pull down the bed coverings and take some objects out of the bedside table.

“What was that… back in the showering chamber?” she asked.

He glanced up and smiled, and Holy Thor! the man did have a charming smile. “An orgasm.”

“Nay! It could not be.”

“A small one. To take the edge off.” He was moving around the bed toward her.

She frowned. “But that was not like the little people in the box. The woman was reclining, and the man was on top of her. And there was screaming.”

“Oh, there will be screaming all right. That’s a promise.”

“’Twas interesting, but I am not sure I liked it. In truth, methinks ’twould not merit a repeat.”

He arched his brows at her in disbelief. “Maybe we’ll have to try it a few more times to get it right, till we get to the screams.” Before she had a chance to react to that, he picked her up by the waist, tossed her on the bed, then crawled up and over her.

“Who will be screaming?” she asked. “Me or you?”

“Both of us, baby. If we’re lucky.”

In the game of seduction, who’s on first?…

Britta lay on her back, naked as a newborn babe, with the most beautiful man in the world atop her, also naked as a newborn babe. But there was naught babelike about this scene.

He probably thought she was being docile because of his overwhelming charm. Well, there was that, but the situation and position she was in now was all of her doing: a hastily concocted plan to seduce the man into thinking he was seducing her. His conceit was excessive enough already, without her handing herself to him on a platter… uh, pallet.

After Sammy had fallen asleep, she had realized that Zachary would not be able to transport her back to the base… a perfect opportunity to carry out a plan that had been brewing in her no doubt demented mind for days… mayhap even for the past two years.

Still, she had not wanted to appear overeager.

Now, still holding to her plan, she pushed against his chest, using a small portion of her strength, and said, “Methinks this is a bad idea.”

He raised himself up on straightened arms, extending her arms overhead with their intertwined fingers, thus pinning her to the bed with his belly and legs. His manpart nudged her womanpart, just to let her know it was there. As if she did not already know that. “No, sweetie. This is a very, very good idea. And I’m not letting you go till I prove it to you.”

Not letting? Did the idiot think she could not shove him off of her? Yea, he did. Little did he know her true strength, for she was as strong as many a man.

“In truth, I am a mite curious about this whole sex business,” she admitted.

He grinned with pure, unvarnished male slyness, as if he were the cat and she the helpless mouse.

What a lout!