He touched her shoulder. “Wait. Wait. Not yet. Want to be in you when I come.”

She paused, pulling off, that mouth of hers all swollen and glossy. “No. But you’ll have plenty of time for that too.”

The gentleman in him warred with the man who wanted to take and mark and ravage. He dug his fingers into the blanket trying to hold on to the former.

She pulled back again. “Problem?”

He shook his head, nearly frantic.

She cupped his sac, scoring it gently with her nails. “You’re hesitating.”

“Manners!” His voice broke halfway through the word.

She laughed, and while keeping his gaze, she licked over the slit like every single fantasy he’d ever had made into flesh. He swallowed his words.

“You made sure I consented. You’ll obviously make me come. So f**k manners, Royal. Let go. It’s just me and you here.”

Then she took him so hard and deep, he let go of his manners and thrust his hips. His fingers slid into her hair.

She took him into her mouth over and over and over until the pleasure was so sharp he had no other choice but to fall into a climax so hard he saw lights behind his closed eyelids. His skin went hypersensitive, shivers covering him when she kissed his hip.

“Give me a moment. I don’t have feeling above my toes yet.”

She laughed, moving to rest her head on his biceps as he stroked a hand through her hair.

He took a deep breath and stretched before turning and pinning her beneath him. She grinned. Damn he loved that grin of hers.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I’m going to lick you now. Pretty much everywhere I’ve been fantasizing about since that first night in the grocery store.”

“You wanted to lick me even after I made you get cereal off the top shelf?”

“I like doing things for you. Plus, when you reach up your tits push forward and your ass arches back. It’s like the perfect position for your body.”

She laughed as he slid his tongue down her neck, pausing to lave the hollow of her throat. “You taste good.”

“I do?”

“Like the cold air outside. A little bit of your perfume I think. Your skin. Damn your skin is addictive.”

She arched back as he kissed his way down the middle of her chest and headed first to her left nipple and then her right.

“You’re really good with your mouth,” she breathed out.

He drew the edge of his teeth against her nipple before he continued down her body, kissing and licking as he went. “I haven’t even reached my final destination yet.”

“I’m on the edge of my seat.”

“Good, that’s where you need to be so I can eat your pu**y.”

She gasped, and he paused, wondering if he’d gone too far. But she slid her fingers through his hair and tugged.

Guess not.

He pulled her open using his thumbs to part her to his mouth and his gaze. And when he took that first long lick, they both sighed happily.

He licked slowly, getting to know her, what she liked, what made her gasp and arch. She wasn’t shy about expressing herself, which was as hot as everything else about her.

Her thigh muscles trembled a little as he licked and nuzzled, drawing her closer to orgasm as her body readied for it. Her taste on his lips drove him. He needed to make her feel good, as good as she made him feel.

And when she came, she tightened her grip in his hair and that only added to the experience. To her taste flooding him as she climaxed against his lips.

“Yes.”

She sighed happily has he kissed his way back up her body and to her mouth.

“I think we need a break for a beer, and then we start round two of this party.”

“I’m all for that plan.”

She watched as he left the room. Spike burst through the door like they’d been hoarding bacon in the bedroom. He looked around, and satisfied there was no unclaimed bacon, he hopped up on the bed and put his paw on her exposed foot.

When she didn’t move quickly enough to pet him, Spike gave a little demonstration with his nails that had her sitting up.

“You’re bossy, cat. I sort of like that in a person.” Caroline scratched under his chin, and he flopped onto his back to give her better access.

“He’s easy for women.” Royal came in and handed her a beer. She took several gulps.

Caroline needed to come over here for this exact sort of stress relief because even after the day she’d had, she was really relaxed.

“Apple doesn’t far fall from the tree?” she teased.

Royal laughed, coming in to kiss her long and slow. “I’m only easy for a very few women. Lucky for me, you’re right here in my bed.”

She pushed him onto his belly and straddled his butt.

“You like being on top,” he said into his pillow. This morphed into a groan when she began to knead the muscles at his shoulders and neck.

“I figured you might be a little knotted up after all that physical work you’ve done and with all the deadlines you’re facing.”

His skin was warm against her fingertips, pliant beneath her palms.

“Dear God. Just so you know, I don’t plan on giving you up. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous, your mouth is a deadly weapon and you give massages too. The perfect woman.”

She kept working, massaging the knots from his muscles until he’d loosened up into a warm mass of hot man flesh.

She dropped to the side, and he turned, seeing so much more than what was on the outside. Which she liked, but it scared her as well. No matter how much she imagined she’d be able to keep it light with this man, she was so wrong.