Page 26 of Playing for Keeps
Her voice was very husky in the morning. Like she was a sixty-year-old man. And her hair. Damn, she hadn’t tied a scarf over her hair before climbing into bed. That meant she was probably running a close look-a-like contest with Medusa right about now. And her teeth, her breath…dammit, she was not prepared for this.
But Del was.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, the one left bare because that t-shirt she’d been wearing when he came over was two sizes too big. Rylan didn’t like shopping so when she realized she’d had the wrong size, she’d decided it would be a house shirt only, instead of dealing with going back to the store to return it. The next kiss was over the tight bud of her nipple, which felt as if it were cutting through the material of the t-shirt. After that bare skin was once again on the scene because while she’d slept the shirt had wrapped around her, rising up so that it bunched beneath her breasts.
Del kissed her torso, he moved further down and kissed her navel, pausing to look up at her.
“Was this here before?” he asked.
He was referring to the piercing. Rylan nodded. “Since our eighteenth birthdays. Camy thought it would be fun.”
“I don’t know about fun, but it’s definitely sexy as fuck. Don’t know how I missed it before.”
Probably because his face hadn’t been so close to her…before. And, Rylan had just changed to this particular belly ring after her shower when she’d returned from the garage yesterday morning.
He used his tongue to flick the gold Wonder Woman pendant that hung from the ruby-studded clasp of her belly ring.
“You’re definitely a wonder,” he whispered and continued moving lower until his breath whispered over her shaved mound.
Her leggings and panties were probably still in the living room where Del had taken them off after they’d finished their brandy-laced hot chocolate. Whose life was this?
Rylan didn’t have a second to answer because Del used his fingers to part her folds and his tongue to whisper the best good morning she’d ever experienced. How did he know just where to lick and suck? And please, to every holy being, let him continue.
Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as Rylan spread her legs wider for his assault. Del’s hands were now on the back of her thighs, pushing them up into the air. She moaned and bit down on her lip until she was quite sure she would draw blood. Del kept right on licking and sucking her, the sounds he was making just as erotic as the way in which he was bringing her pleasure. He came up onto his knees and pushed her legs back further so that Rylan felt as if she were doing some sort of crazy yoga position that had her butt completely off the bed. He continued to lick and suck her with an unobstructed fervor. His tongue was everywhere, from the hood of her clit, down to a place she’d once thought forbidden.
Rylan came with a scream that probably rivaled the alarm clock. Her body shook and colors burst in a kaleidoscope behind her closed lids. Del lowered her legs then and came to lay beside her, gathering her up in his arms. He kissed her lips giving her a taste of herself as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Rylan went with it. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, lifting a leg to circle his waist and kissed him like an almost thirty-year-old virgin—which she was not.
“Good morning,” he whispered when the kiss finally broke.
She nodded. “Uh huh, good morning to you too.”
It had been a very good morning until Del and Rylan stood on the sidewalk and looked at the SUV he’d rented which now refused to start.
“What are the odds?” he asked and frowned at the smoke billowing from his mouth because it was cold as Antarctica this morning.
“Apparently for you, not so good,” Rylan replied. “I’ll take you home and then drop you off at the bar.”
“You sure?” he asked.
She looked startled by the question and then nodded. “Unless you have a better plan. I’ll wait in the car while you go into your house and then I’ll just drop you off at the bar. I won’t go in so nobody will see us together.”
“You think that’s what I’m worried about?” he asked, still frowning but now for a different reason.
Rylan shrugged. Her outfit today was another pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt over a blue t-shirt. On her feet were work boots that looked way too sexy at the ends of her long legs. Her coat was a white parka with a fluffy fur hood that made her look partly like a snowman as she stood on the sidewalk.
“I know this isn’t exactly what either of us planned,” she said. “I’m fine with keeping it under wraps until it’s run its course, I guess.”
Because they weren’t going to be anything other than lovers. Del could relate to that line of thought. He just didn’t know how he felt about hearing her say it aloud.
“I’ll be quick,” he replied and began moving toward her car. When she unlocked the door, he slid into the passenger seat.
Once she climbed inside and had her seat belt on, he continued, “Only because I’m opening this morning, not because I’m rushing to get away from you.”
Del was confused by the need to clear that up with her, but when she only nodded in response and started the car’s engine, he simply sat back and remained silent throughout the rest of the ride.
An hour later, they pulled up in front of the bar. Del released his seat belt and was about to get out. He stopped and leaned over to touch his lips lightly to hers.
“Any man, myself included, would be lucky to have you in his life. You’re not like other women, but that’s a really good thing, Rylan. A really good thing.”
