Seduction in Mind by Susan Johnson Page B

as I." He kissed the tender flesh behind her ear.
    "I haven't had a playmate before."
    He smiled at his good fortune when it shouldn't have mattered, when he'd had playmates galore. "I haven't either," he whispered, understanding he spoke more truth than lie. She fit perfectly, they fit perfectly, the notion of play had taken on a degree of pleasure hitherto unknown—the fluid rhythm of his lower body a gratifying case in point—and hedonist that he was, he wasn't about to let her go. "I'll be staying…" he said, sliding in deeper, holding himself hard against her womb.
    "I'll… let… you." Breathy pauses punctuated her words, her fingers tightened on his back.
    "Much obliged," he drawled softly.
    But she didn't hear him, or if she did, the impudence in his tone didn't matter with another orgasm beginning to overwhelm her. And her soft cry a moment later drifted up into the bank of yellow roses tumbling overhead.
    After a time, the scent of crushed grass rose in the balmy air—and the aroma of sex, and were it possible, the fragrance of bliss would have mingled as well in the sweet-smelling air.
    She was insatiable, he thought, indoors and out, and he wondered if she'd truly been without a man at all. From a personal point of view he wouldn't have thought it possible, but after her fifth climax he was no longer so sure. Although, perhaps the lady was just hot-blooded.
    No matter the reasons for her demanding sexuality, the mutual ravishment couldn't be faulted, and much later, when he considered his gentlemanly duties sufficiently performed, he finally allowed himself release.
    Gazing up at him, she smiled sweetly and said "Thank you. I've really enjoyed myself" as though it were over.
    "No need to thank me yet, I'm not finished." And grabbing a corner of the sheet, he wiped the come from her stomach, rolled away, and lay spread-eagle under the sun, content. "This is much better than being polite to the Prince of Wales all afternoon…"
    "Your politeness to me can't be faulted," she replied, a small drollery in her tone.
    Turning his head, he offered her a lazy smile. "But then, I'm having fun too."
    "Fun?"
    "Isn't it?"
    Quicksilver, she rearranged a lifetime of perceptions. "Does anyone ever disagree?"
    A transient pause brought the trill of birdsong suddenly to the fore.
    "I've never actually—"
    "Talked to a woman?"
    He rolled upward into a seated position, the play of his abdominal muscles dramatic. "I'm not so sure I like your insinuation," he said, frowning faintly.
    "Answer my question."
    He exhaled softly. "If you must know, most women aren't interested in talking."
    "Or you don't give them time."
    "There're better things to do."
    "What if I wanted to talk?"
    A sportive grin lifted his mouth. "What do you mean 'what if?"
    "I mean really talk."
    Leaning back on his hands, he tipped his head. "Talk away."
    "You'll listen?"
    "I've plenty of time."
    A small silence fell while Alex mentally scrambled to find a suitable topic.
    "There. You see?"
    "I dislike smug men."
    "Do you dislike men who can make you come another dozen times?" His gaze flicked downward to his erection and then back again to her.
    "That's
exceedingly
smug, Ranelagh."
    "Answer my question," he said as she had only moments before.
    "I suppose I don't," she noted grudgingly.
    "You
suppose
?"
    Her glance fluttered to his rampant erection and as quickly away.
    "Why let this go to waste?" He looked up at the sun as though gauging the time.
    "Is your schedule busy?" Taut, thin-skinned, not wishing to feel so needy and overwhelmed, she sat up quickly. "Don't let me keep you."
    His laugh was beguiling. "I don't have a schedule, and if I did, I'd change it to stay here with you."
    She found her temper subsiding under the charm of his reply.
    "I'll have to mind my manners," he observed playfully. "Your temper is damnably quick."
    "I'm sorry."
    His eyes widened in feigned astonishment. "Have I finally done something right?"
    "You've done any number of