Page 57 of Wine and Research
His groin twitched to life on that one. Jeremy raised a brow as he turned her hand over and brushed her palm with his lips. “I definitely like that.”
She laughed. “I noticed.”
“And I noticed you like it too,” he said, releasing her hand to trace a circle around a pert nipple.
“Mm hmm…” She squirmed. “Only a lot.”
“Is there anything else you like?”
That playful gleam brightened with a flash of heat. “Well, um…are your handcuffs handy?”
Jeremy stilled, his heart rocked and his erection jerked fully to life. She was going to be the death of him.
Her wicked grin drew one from him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, they are,” he replied, dipping down to kiss her nipple.
He had a spare set in his nightstand.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So…” she said, softly. “I don’t have to remain silent, though, do I?”
His groin took another hit.
“Oh, no, Elle.” Smiling, he shook his head. “You can be as loud as you want. In fact, I’m going to make it my personal mission to make you call out my name. Several times.”
And he did.
***
Daylight was shining through the window, causing the slick skin of Jeremy’s chest and shoulders to glisten as he plunged into her one last time and came while she was still shuddering from her own amazing, good-morning release.
Elle had lost count of how many times she’d orgasmed since last night, not something she ever thought possible. But she was beginning to realize, with Jeremy, anything was possible.
Heck, somehow the incredible man had managed to get her to fall asleep with him and stay the entire night.
Not good.
Except, it was.
Oh, yeah, she’d had an amazing night. But at least she’d tried to leave. Twice. Once, after they’d devoured her leftovers from Timbers that Jeremy retrieved from her car just after midnight. Which had led to a memorable christening of his table. Then again, in the wee hours of the morning. She’d woken up, unsure if she should stay or go, ultimately deciding to go, but he reached for her and tucked her in close, all while his eyes were closed. She had no idea if he had been asleep or awake, but chances were good that he was asleep since they’d just finished round two with the handcuffs. That time, she’d restrained him to the bed.
He’d earned the rest.
She’d been a bit naughty, riding him then stilling, not allowing either of them to climax, until need had taken over and she found her release. Immediately after—at his urging—she removed his restraints, and he whisked her off the bed, lifted her up, then took her against the nearest wall.
Damn, that might’ve been her favorite one.
Her body heated just thinking about it, which was a miracle, really. Her libido should be down for the count, especially considering she couldn’t feel her bones.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked in a sexy, husky tone, as he lifted up a little to smile down at her.
She smiled back. “You. My bones are mush.”
His gaze was warm, and it brightened with pleasure. “Good.” He dipped down to kiss her nose and cheek, and she wondered briefly if he was kissing her freckles. When he lifted his head, he shifted his gaze to the clock on his nightstand, and muttering a curse, he rolled off her and sat up. “I’ve got to be at the precinct in twenty-five minutes. But you don’t need to rush off. Take all the time you need to…find your bones.”
