The Summer House by Susan Mallery

which she saw on his face, it was pretty powerful. He lowered one hand and stroked her fanny, tracing the full curve then squeezing slightly. Suddenly he closed his eyes and groaned.
    “I hope to hell I’ve got a condom in my shaving kit.”
    She stared at him. She could feel her eyes widening and her mouth parting. “I never thought of that.” Of course they needed protection. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control, and there were other considerations.
    Rick took off for the bathroom of the bedroom he was supposed to be using. She watched him go, admiring the movement of powerful muscles, then followed when he disappeared. There was a rustling sound from the bathroom.
    “We can do other stuff if we have to,” she called.
    “I know that, but I really want to be inside of you. I love how hot and wet you feel. It drives me crazy.”
    His matter-of-fact statement nearly sent her to her knees.
    “Got it!”
    He came out waving a wrapped condom. Before she could move to the bed, he swooped down and gathered her in his arms.
    “I want you,” he breathed, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her jaw. “All of you.”
    He kissed her neck, then moved lower to her breasts, all the while moving her backward toward the bed. When she came to a stop against the mattress, he tenderly lowered her down, following so that he knelt between her legs. He tossed the protection onto the nightstand and bent low to lick her nipples.
    She found herself in the glorious position of simply receiving pleasure. His tender mouth sucked and tugged until she arched off the bed and begged him to let her find her release. Tension spiraled throughher, growing and growing. Heat burned between her legs, then began to seep into every part of her body.
    Then he moved lower. Lower and lower, kissing his way down her rib cage, across her belly, and lower still. Her legs fell open. He ran his hands down her forearms until their fingers entwined, then he drew them to the apex of her thighs and had her hold herself open for him.
    For a long time he did nothing. She risked a quick glance and saw him looking at her… there. He glanced up and smiled.
    “You’re pretty. I like how you look.”
    Then, with their gazes still locked together, he lightly licked that single point of pleasure. The combination of seeing and feeling nearly made her fly off the bed. She sucked in a breath and surrendered herself to his ministrations.
    The man knew what he was doing. He moved slowly at first, varying speed and pressure until he’d figured out what made her beg. Then he concentrated on keeping her begging until he pushed her to the point of frenzied need. Every time she thought she couldn’t possibly be pushed any higher, he did just that. Higher and more, licking, sucking, nibbling, creating magic.
    He slipped a finger inside of her, mimicking the act of lovemaking to follow. The combination nearly made her scream. She tossed her head from side to side as she lost herself in the growing, uncontrollable need to…to…
    And then he pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, an endless wave of glorious surrender. She melted into a white-hot puddle, reassembled, then melted again. When the world stoppedspinning, she found herself lying in his arms, staring up at his eyes, watching him smile down at her.
    “I’m boneless,” she whispered. “Completely boneless. I’ll never be able to walk again.”
    “Then we’ll just have to lie here, making love forever.”
    That sounded like a good plan to her. Right up until something very impressive nudged her thigh. She reached down and encircled him.
    The second her fingers touched his velvet-over-steel arousal, something flickered back to life within her. She wouldn’t have thought it was physically possible for her to become interested again so quickly, but the ache returned and she longed to have him bury himself inside.
    “You haven’t lost the condom, have you?” she teased.
    He grinned. “Not even for a