Page 53 of Mr. Dangerous

I twined my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up, cradled against his chest. His mouth was soft and warm on mine as we crossed the deck, and Rob didn't even look up to fumble with the door. Then we were through, my hair brushing against the doorway briefly, and he swept with me across the floor and towards thestairs.

Rob carried me into his bedroom, and I laughed as he deposited me ontothebed.

"Rob, no, we're both soaked," I protested. I scrambled back off the sheets to stand in the middle ofhisroom.

He shook his head. "I'm going to have to hire a housekeeper to pick upafteryou."

"I thought you didn't want anyone but me waitingonyou."

"Waiting isn't what I want from you," he said. He slid his hand under my jaw and turned my mouth back up to him, kissing me hungrily. "The floor, then? Am I allowed to have you on thefloor?"

In response, I tugged his big shoulders down. "You'recrazy.”

"You do have that effect. You should see yourself. Maybe that'd convince you; pink-cheeked from the swim, this glossy dark hair of yours." He touched the wet braid falling haphazardly over my shoulder. I smiled teasingly at him, pulled at my own swimsuit straps. His breath caught at the sight of my pale breasts. "God, yes. I want to see allofyou."

I tugged at his t-shirt. "Equality."

Grinning, he sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head with one smooth motion. Rob's shoulders were broad and faintly freckled, his abs a chiseled six-pack. A small V of dark curls stood out between his muscled pecs, the pink of his nipples standing out against the deep brown of his tan. I felt drawn to kiss hisshoulders.

I struggled out of my swimsuit. He traced a finger across the side of my breast, and longing and ecstasy coursed through me, so intense that I turned my face up towards the ceiling, unable to handle how much I wanted Rob, all of Rob,rightthen.

"I'm going to start making up for lost time," hepromised.

He kissed my neck, and I grinned, almost relieved to feel the way his lips tickled against my skin, a break from the sheer sexual wanting. "What's funny?" he murmured, his voice rich withpleasure.

"That tickles," I said, "And also, I think I'm going to die if I don't get your cock in merightnow."

That made him laugh out loud himself. "Oh, Naomi. I do love yourhonesty."

"So does that mean I'm going to get what I want?" I asked, running my fingers over hisshoulders.

"Eventually," hepromised.

"Rob, no...." I murmured, as he pushed himself back, his lean legs braced on either side of me. I half sat-up, reaching for his cock, and he pushed my hand away. Instead, he rolled my swimsuit further down, over my hips, down my thighs. The damp spandex finally came away easily as he reached my knees, and I kicked it away over one ankle. "Justcomehere.”

"You are demanding," he noted, his fingers stroking across my inner thigh. My spine arched in responseinvoluntarily.

"I told you what I wanted." I ran a hand over his shoulder, my palm finding the place where his neck and shoulder joined, so warm and muscular andintimate.

"Mm, but I don't think that's what youneed," he said. "You need to learn to let someone love you. To think you're beautiful. To adore your body. To do things for you...toyou..."

"Are you seriously psychoanalyzing merightnow?"

"Nope," he said. As I reached for him again, he took my wrists and brought them together, holding them in one of his big hands, and then leaned over me, pinning my hands above my head. "I'm done talking. Keep your handsthere."

"Or what?" I'd meant my tone to sound playful, arch, but my voice came outbreathless.

"Naomi Anne Papadopolous," he murmured into my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't want to test me. I'm very serious about making sure you enjoyyourself."

I felt a shiver of desire. I thought maybe I did indeed want to test him, and I pursed my lips at him as he grinned. He patted my hands commandingly, then moved back down my body, dropping kisses down my neck, across my breasts. His lips pressed into the soft curve of my belly. I groaned aloud as his lips touched my innerthigh.

"Does that tickle?" he asked huskily, but now I was donetalking.

His searching mouth kissed his way from my thigh to my inner lips, and I almost jumped out of my skin with both desire and nervousness. I’d never had a man go down between my thighs like thatbefore.

"You don't have to do that." I wanted to reach down and pull him up, but I kept my hands where Rob had put them. Rob looked up at me over the rise of my hips and stomach, his eyessmoldering.

"I want to," he said. "I love the taste of your lips on mine, Naomi. I want to know how every bit of youtastes."

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