Picture Me Sexy by Rhonda Nelson Page A

knees, even her elbows.
    Sex with Sam was a full-body experience. He didn’t simply hit the high spots and skip to the grand finale. Oh, no. He was painstakingly slow and thorough, seemed to make a game out of drawing out the pleasure. He’d give her just enough to drive her mad—to make her beg—then he’d pull back and start the whole frustratingly wonderful process all over again. He was a true hedonist, a master of seduction, a lover beyond compare. Delaney sighed and settled more comfortably against him.
    He’d been perfect.
    She’d made a thorough inspection of every gloriously proportioned inch of him. While Sam seemed to take his pleasure by drawing hers out, Delaney had found hers in seeing how quickly she could make him lose it, how quickly she could make him lose that tight-fisted sensual control and morph into the hard, fast, primal lover that bordered just shy of the primitive. He was the perfect combination of tender and wild, of gentle and savage, and he brought out those impulses in her as well— her wild side.
    Remembered heat burned through her once more. Delaney couldn’t explain the unexplainable, didn’t know just what exactly had made her shed her inhibitions and reservations, what exactly had made her take the step that she’d taken tonight. Probably theperfect combination of circumstances—the cover of ultimate darkness and a hotter than hot guy.
    But she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’d never regret it. This night had been flawless, without a single blemish, and she was suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to get out and preserve the memory before reality could intrude and screw it up.
    Like it always did.
    Sam stirred beneath her. “Sounds like you’re thinking,” he said huskily.
    Delaney chuckled softly. “How does thinking sound?”
    He drew lazy circles on her shoulder. “It’s quiet.”
    â€œFunny.” She smiled against his chest. “I’d pegged you as a man who could appreciate quiet.”
    It was his turn to chuckle. The deep, rumbling sound vibrated something inside her chest. “You pegged me right.” His fingers inched down and gently brushed the side of her breast, causing the slightest catch in her breathing. “But there is a time and place for everything—including quiet—and this is not it.”
    Astonishingly, lust kindled again. “Hmm. Is that right? Then what time would it be?”
    â€œTime for this.” Without warning, Sam rolled her onto her back and swiftly filled her. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and her body instantly accommodated, immediately stretched and flexed around him. With a greedy growl, she rocked herhips beneath him, clamped her feminine muscles until she heard the breath hiss through his clenched teeth.
    â€œYou p-play dirty,” he stammered brokenly.
    She coupled the clamp with a hard, provocative arch. “Dirty…works for…me.”
    Curiously, it never had before, but this seemed to be a night for firsts and Sam and hot, gritty sex just felt right.
    Sam withdrew and plunged forcefully into her. “Is that right?”
    God, that felt wonderful. Her eyes fluttered shut and all but rolled back in her head. Delaney slid her palms over his chest, bit back a possessive moan and lightly pinched his nipples. She smiled when he shuddered.
    â€œThat’s right,” she told him, emboldened. “Does dirty work for you?”
    A strangled laugh bubbled up his throat. “Oh, it works for me. Allow me to give you a little demonstration….”
    Sam drove brutally into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her tingling breasts jiggled on her chest, absorbing the frantic force of his smooth, steely thrusts. Delaney pulled her legs back and anchored them higher around his waist, simultaneously pulling him deeper into her body and creating an even better friction against her engorged mound. With