Deal of a Lifetime by Rue Allyn Page A

“That was, er…underhanded of you, and so not fair.”
    His grin broadened. “There’s no doubt about the underhandedness, but that was more than fair.”
    “We’re supposed to make love together.” She frowned happily at him.
    He threw back his head and laughed. Her happiness at his hands gave him the first real hope, since discovering her in their hotel suite, that Tam might be willing to make a future with him.
    Unrestrained giggles erupted from her before, eyes agleam, she slapped a hand over her mouth.
    “We did make love together,” he protested, knowing his earlier self-satisfaction for the egocentric pride it was. Then he proceeded to pull her loosened boots from her feet.
    “Well, I suppose you could call it that. I’m definitely happy with the result.”
    “Me too.” Was she really happy, enough to commit to him? He shoved the doubt to the back of his mind. No other shoe would drop, no bubble would burst, not if he could help it, not tonight.
    “But you didn’t…” Her fingers traced lightly over his inner thigh.
    His erection stretched another half inch. “I will.”
    He tossed her boots aside and reached for her hands. She relaxed and let him pull her upright.
    “Now let’s get these jeans off you.” He tugged at the hems. “These things are tight. I never saw a panty line, so I’ve been wondering all day what you might or might not have underneath.
    She chuckled. “You’ll never find out that way.”
    “Huh?” He ceased tugging to circle her ankle with his hand. Did she mean to stop now? Was it over already? Disappointment stole the smile from his lips.
    “Don’t look so sad. I simply have to stand up to get these off.”
    Relief burst open. He smiled, releasing her as if burned. “Then get up and shuck off.”
    She stared at him, shook her head and grinned wider.
    “What are you waiting for, woman?” He looked her up and down, suddenly impatient.
    “I thought you wanted to take it slow,” she purred sweetly.
    Coming up on his elbows, he rolled his eyes, then pointed at his cock. “Look at that and tell me if you think I still want you to take your time.”
    She did. Both take her time and peruse the evidence of his urgent desire. The fleshy pole stood tall and proud. She watched it throb and pulse in the dim light. A drop of moisture glistened on the bulging knob. She purred her pleasure at the sight and licked her lips. Before he could protest, she came to her knees and moved between his legs. She bent over him, arms braced, and dipped her head to lap at that gleaming essence, then closed her lips around him.
    Con groaned.
    Satisfaction did battle with eagerness. That she could bring him pleasure thrilled her, but she wanted—needed—more. She wanted him to lose control, and perhaps for once tell her what he felt.
    His fingers caressed her hair. She took in his entire length, licking and sucking all the way, until he touched the back of her throat. Then she let go of him slowly, only to come back for more. Over and over until he added his thrusts to her sucking. It was a good start, but despite that energy-draining climax, she couldn’t get enough of him. Her body, like her heart, was starved for Con. She had seven years of famine to make up for, and a lifetime of starvation to feed with memories of this one night.
    She didn’t want to rush or waste a single moment. They had to slow down. She loosened her grip on him and sat back on her heels.
    “No. Don’t stop now.”
    Pleased with the long, damp, shining result of her efforts, she skimmed a fingernail up the pulsing line of flesh, from his tight hard balls to the overly sensitive tip.
    Standing, she pushed down her jeans and stepped out of them, fulfilling Con’s fantasy and proving she wore no panties. Planting one foot on either side of his knees, she knelt and covered him with a condom, then straightened. Her mons brushed the top of his penis. She locked her gaze with his, sharing herself, showing her need.