Page 14 of Painted in Love

As she lay against him, her breath fanned the hairs on his chest. “I only had one orgasm. I need more.” Her chin on his chest, she grinned at him.

He laughed. “I love how insatiable you are.”

With a too sexy smile, she admitted, “It’s been a long, long time.”

He needed to know more. “How long?”

“A very long dry spell,” she added dreamily.

He rocked inside her, feeling her body flex around him. “How long?” he pressed.

“Five years.”

He put his hands to her face, lifted her to look at him again. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “No. But you’ve certainly made up for it tonight.”

He couldn’t believe this exquisite woman hadn’t made love in five years. “But why me?”

She snuggled down against him. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

That didn’t answer the question. The Harrington brothers were a handsome lot, especially his older brother, Dane. Troy was up there too. Not to mention his two sisters, Ava and Gabby. But there were a lot of good-looking hunks out there. Yet she’d chosen him. After five years. “Was it because I saved your life?”

She shook her head against his chest, her hair caressing him. “It was more about your answers.”

“My answers?” For a moment, he was mystified.

Until she said, “To the three wishes.”

She’d made him forget everything. “Because number three was about kissing you?”

Again, she shook her head, the silk of her hair across his chest causing him to pulse inside her.

“About wanting to read books for a week.” Her laugh vibrated through him. “Like a little boy whose mother had taken away all his favorite books. You wanted to spend a whole week reading them all over again.”

He didn’t tell her that his mother had never read to him. The nannies had done that. But that would be revealing too much.

“And the sports car,” she added. “I even saw myself driving beside you, the wind blowing through our hair.”

He wanted to hug her so tightly she’d never get away. “You never know,” he said softly.

Without even looking at him, she murmured, “Remember, just one night.”

Just one night. He couldn’t bear for it to end. Not before he’d pleasured her until he exhausted her. Not until she’d drained him too.

He wasn’t done with her yet, especially since she’d bought a three-pack of condoms. One down, two to go. Plus, there were all the other things they could do without one.

Chapter Five

When Clay returned from the bathroom, Saskia lay sprawled on the bed, the sheet covering one leg and half her body, leaving a breast bared to him. Like a satisfied succubus, a sweet smile curved her lips.

She opened her eyes when the bed dipped as he knelt on it. “That was hot and quick,” he murmured. “Now we’ll slow everything down.” He grinned, pulling the sheet aside until her beautiful naked body lay before him, her spread legs inviting him. “You said you needed more orgasms.”

She smiled as he came down on top of her. “I could definitely use another. Maybe two or three. Or four or five.”

He laughed. Then he kissed her, tasting her sweetness, losing himself in that kiss for long, glorious minutes before he trailed kisses down her throat to the swell of her breasts. “I’m sure we can make that happen.”

Closing his lips around the tip of her breast, he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the tight bead. She moaned, and her arousal scented the air, her skin heating. He was suddenly so hard, he wasn’t sure he could take it slow.

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