Stand By Your Man by Susan Fox Page B

and all, he’d grabbed his duffel and headed into the bathroom. Last weekend they’d showered together, but tonight the closed door told her she wasn’t invited. When the shower came on, she went to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. He’d likely be thirsty after the long ride.
    She’d just set the glass on the bedside table when the bathroom door opened and Jamal stepped through. Naked. And already semiaroused. Candlelight burnished his dark skin and glinted off drops of water that his hasty toweling hadn’t caught. Behind him, lemon-scented steam puffed out the bathroom door.
    â€œOkay, maybe the shower was worth the wait,” she said appreciatively.
    â€œFigure a woman who looks like you at least deserves clean.” When he kissed her, she discovered that he’d brushed his teeth and tasted of peppermint.
    She explored his mouth thoroughly, then teased, “Hmm. One big peppermint patty. Do I get to nibble?”
    â€œAs long as you watch where you sink those teeth.”
    â€œMaybe I’ll satisfy myself with licking. Makes the treat last longer.”
    â€œOr not,” he muttered as she suited action to words and leaned forward to lap a drip from the base of his throat. She followed a trail of droplets down the indentation between his firm pecs. His chest was smooth, almost hairless, under her exploring lips and tongue. She teased his nipples and gave them gentle nips.
    Their first few times together, she’d made it clear that sometimes she wanted to be in charge, and he’d better not argue. She’d told him it was a turn-on for her to enjoy his fine body and to arouse him. Now her nipples tightened to buds and her sex throbbed with the heavy pulse of lust.
    Lowering herself to her knees, she kissed her way down his six-pack. His erection rose out of a nest of wiry black curls, straight up his belly to his navel. She brushed her breast against his shaft, feeding a tingly ache in her nipple and making him moan.
    His hands gripped her shoulders and he widened his stance. She guessed his legs were a little shaky. Her big tough cop, rendered weak by her seductive caresses.
    She licked up and down his shaft, moistening it with saliva until it gleamed, then grasped it in one hand and slid the head between her lips. One arm went around him to squeeze his firm butt and the other hand slipped down to fondle his balls.
    His fingers dug more tightly into her shoulders and his voice rumbled as he said, “The treat’s gonna explode if you do that much longer.”
    Tonight, she wanted him deep inside her. So she let him slide free of her mouth. “It’s tough being with a rookie who has no staying power.”
    He chuckled and released her shoulders. “Then you’ll need to train me better, because you’re sure as hell not trading me in for another partner.”
    â€œYou got that right.” She rose and wrapped her arms around him, trapping his erection between them.
    He kissed her long and hard, his tongue thrusting in and out to mimic sex. Then he reached down and peeled the cami over her head. Leaving the brief shorts on, he led her over to the bed and laid her down.
    In leisurely fashion, he kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder, the scar on her arm from where she’d fallen out of a tree as a kid, the triangle of freckles on her tummy, the puckered flesh where the knife had slashed her. Each sensual touch heightened her arousal until she squirmed with needy pleasure. Finally, he moved to her breast, toying with her nipple until a slow, rippling climax shuddered through her.
    He worked his way down again, peeling off her shorts in the process. Putting his mouth to her center, he licked across folds that were already slick. Gently he worked two fingers into her and her sheath gripped them, clung, until he started to tease her—sliding his fingers in and out, circling them inside her, using one to tap her sweet