Page 85 of Ace
“Or else what?” Her core clenched at the teasing threat.
“Shhhhh. No talking. Just action. Get that ass out of your jeans. You’re killing me.”
Lowering her hands to her waistband, she unsnapped and unzipped, then waited until he tugged them down her legs and threw them aside.
“There now, it’s your turn—” she started to say.
“Uh uh. That wasn’t fast enough. Now you pay.”
“I pay? But… Oooooo…” He’d poured champagne in her navel. Cold champagne. With effervescent bubbles that were now streaming over her belly. Down her sides. Fizzling and tickling and…
“Ooops, that can’t be good. Let me help,” he muttered and then dipped his face into her tummy and suckled, making cute little pig noises as he slurped and licked and…
Sweet Mother, he could do that to her forever. She’d never get enough of the wet, warm suction of his mouth and tongue. The soft whisper of his breath on her skin. The scrape of yesterday’s five o’clock shadow, now grown thicker. Rougher. Turning her on.
“Do that again,” she ordered, her body melting under his noisy, tender care. But she needed more than just play. He needed to get serious before she went up in flames. “Hurry.”
“Is my baby greedy?” he teased, the bottle gone somewhere and his hands on her wrists as his tongue journeyed between her ribs to her breasts. He made a meal of her, sucking first one nipple, then the other into the heat of his mouth. Nibbling. Blowing on her wet skin. Leaving her quivering while his knees settled between her thighs. “I’m taste testing. Don’t distract me.”
Another drizzle of chilling alcohol drenched her chest. His cheeks puffed out before he blew on her breasts. Savannah squirmed. “Now you’ve done it,” she squealed as another chilling blast wafted over her bare body.
“I’ve just begun.” He blew on her again.
“I’m freezing.”
“Then we’ll just have to warm you up.”
She was shivering by then. “Yes, please. I’m turning into a snowman.”
His fingers were already doing a fine job. Make that an excellent job. He kept looking and watching where his fingers wandered instead of kissing and snuggling to get her warm. By then she didn’t care. She felt the burn down low in her belly. The wave of pleasure quickly turned into a tsunami. It pulled her along with it. Into Keller. Cresting high. So high. Higher. There was only Keller. His mouth. His tongue. Her heart.
She closed her eyes and rode the wave. She meant to tell him he was a terrible tease, but the orgasm smashed over her, pushing her until she could only hold onto him and cry, “Keller! Yesssss, Keller. Yes! You… You…”
Like every time with him, Savannah couldn’t think, couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Just let the most incredible man in her life hold her tight while sweat poured off her like a sweat hog.
“I knew it,” he growled, nuzzling her ear and nipping her earlobe. “I don’t even have to take my pants off to make you come. I like that. You’re so sweet. So fucking responsive.”
Her heart still pounded like a hammer in her chest. “That’s what this was all about? My sexual response-o-meter?” she asked weakly, her lips dry but her body drenched and a smile on her face. That smile felt like it stretched over her entire body. And oh, she was still the only one naked on this blanket.
Reaching for the champagne, Keller took a big mouthful, then planted his lips on hers and trickled the foaming drink into her open mouth. “Kind of. Sort of,” he said as he licked her lips and the streams of champagne that had gotten away. “I do like to fill you up.”
“I like when you do.”
“See, that’s the thing. You’re so open to anything I want to do.”
“I love you and you love me. Makes it easy to play games, especially these kinds of games.”
“How many kids do you see us having?”
Savannah opened her tired eyeballs at that out of the blue question. “I’m open to suggestions.”
By then he’d balanced his weight on one elbow and shoved out of his pants and boxers. “I figure two’s a good place to start,” he said as he settled back between her legs. “One really is a lonely number, you know. I don’t want to do that to a kid. Maybe we could have a couple sets of twins.”
“Twins?!” She cupped his handsome rugged face between her hands, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones as she tipped forward and kissed his mouth. The kiss turned feverish and so darned hot she forgot about those twins and found herself on the edge of another orgasm. “You’re doing it to me again. Hurry.”
“Again?” he mumbled, a huge dose of male pride in that single word. “Was it talking about lots of kids?”
“Keller…”
