Page 45 of Dirty News
In the backseat of the cab, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands or lips off her. “This morning’s shower was hands down the best one I’ve everhad.”
Her smile was on the shy side, which I found adorable. Especially considering how not shy she’d been just an hour earlier. “Duke, hush now. The driver is going to hear you.” Her cheeks went pink, and I had to kiss one ofthem.
Whispering in her ear, I nibbled on her earlobe. “I doubt he’s paying close enough attention to hear anything, or repeat it. And I also wanted to tell you that the scent of my shampoo on your hair is driving me insane thismorning.”
Lila’s blue eyes went huge, and her mouth gaped. “Oh, no! Do you think anyone else will notice that we smellalike?”
“That shampoo is for sale at most stores in the United States, honey. I don’t think anyone will think that you and I smell the same because we took a shower together this morning after having unimaginably great sex last night.” Her imagination wasstupefying.
“I hope you’re right.” She shook her head, sending the smell all through the stale air of the cab, making it smell a hell of a lot better. “If anyone makes a comment about it, I don’t know what I’lldo.”
Her honesty might prove to be aproblem.
“I’ve got an idea to help hide the smell. Can I braid your hair?” I offered the suggestion. “That might keep the scent under wraps.” I chuckled at my joke. “Wraps? Getit?”
She pulled a rubber band out of her purse. “Do it. I don’t want anyone to have the chance to think we smellalike.”
I liked the fact we smelled alike. It meant she’d been with me all night long. And what a night it had been—full of some scorching hot sex, which had continued once we woke up. But I saw herpoint.
Her blonde hair felt like silk as I moved it between my fingers to braid the three pieces together. The sensation left me wanting to feel more of her. Once I’d tied the end of the braid off, I ran my hands over her shoulders then nuzzled her neck. “There, feel better, baby?” I kissed my way up her long, newly exposed neck that just begged me to nibble and suck onit.
She moaned as her hand came back to run around to the back of my head. “Baby…”
Moving to the other side to make sure that one didn’t feel left out, I kissed and nipped my way up and down it. “I can’t get enough ofyou.”
And I meant that. I just couldn’t get enough of Lila to satisfy the hunger I had raging deep inside of me. The way her smooth, soft skin felt as I ran my hands up and down her slender arms felt so damngood.
How does one woman’s skin feel so different under my palms than any others everhas?
It was a mystery, but not one I’d ever try to solve. I liked the magical aspect of our connection. It was invigorating, stimulating, and just plain oldgreat.
I must’ve sucked a little too hard because she stopped me. “Don’t leave any marks on places people can see. I already have a hickey on my ass cheek that you put there lastnight.”
“You’ve got one just underneath your left boob too,” I informed her. “I made it this morning while we were in theshower.”
She rolled her eyes. “Great.” Sarcasm etched hervoice.
“It is great.” I patted myself on theback.
“How is that exactly, babe?” She looked genuinelybewildered.
So, I filled her in on the art of hickeys and why they’d come to be. “Hickeys are a calling card to other guys. If he’s with a girl and she’s got even one of them, especially in an intimate area, then he knows she’s got another guy. It makes her less attractive. Well, most of the time it does, anyway. You do have your jackasses who get off on stealing other men’swomen.”
“Oh, come on, what about if a woman just going through a little wild phase? Who knew you’d be so prudish about casual sex.” She gave me a mock severe look before focusing on what mattered. “And are you saying that you’ve marked me on purpose?” Her eyes went wide with what seemed to beconcern.
“Not exactly on purpose,” I stammered as I tried to curtail an argument that could get me into hot water. “You see, it’s kind of like I couldn’t controlmyself.”
Those baby blues of hers rolled once more. “Oh, really? You, Duke Cofield, can’t controlyourself?”
“Not with you, I can’t.” Smoothing out her silk shirt, I made sure she could get out of the cab looking untouched. With her hair in a tight braid, I couldn’t smell the scent of my shampoo on her, but her clothes had gotten a bit disheveled from myattentions.
“Well, that will be a problem, won’t it?” She looked kind ofmiffed.
I had to let her know what I really meant, and fast. “When we’re alone, baby. Not when we’re in public or at work. Haven’t I demonstrated that to youalready?”
With a sigh, she gave in. “Well, yes, you have shown me that you can control yourself when you have to. But just be careful not to leave any visible marks on me. I don’t care to try to make up a lie as to why I have them, or try to come up with who gave them tome.”
A smirk ran over my lips. “Well, if anyone did see marks on you then they’d know you were taken. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing, in myopinion.”
