MARISSA VANDERSON
Dane's voice startled her and she yelped. She heard rattling noises then the small lamp on the bedside table clicked on. He stared at her. He didn't look sleepy or surprised. More than likely, he'd watched her progress across the room. The rat.
She refused to back down. "I've decided to sleep with you."
"Oh really?"
Marissa ripped off the bedcovers, straddled him, and placed her lips against his.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled. "Just one taste. Just one—"
His kiss was hungry, demanding. He shoved up her nightgown and cupped her breasts, breaking off the kiss to take a nipple into his mouth. Marissa cried out and clutched his shoulders. His tongue did marvelous things, wicked things she'd dreamed about for such a long time.
She grasped his hips and strained against Dane, rubbing her tingling center against the hardness protected by his boxers. She wished he'd rip off her panties and her nightgown so she could press her flesh against his.
His hand crept inside her panties, found the throbbing nub, and stroked it. Sparks of sensation skittered through her.
Oh. My. God.
The reality of lovemaking was a hundred times better than she'd ever imagined.
"Damn it." He withdrew from her breasts and let the nightgown drop, but his thumb remained...stroking, stroking, stroking.
Thanks to Dane's mouth and hands, her nipples felt deliciously sensitive—even the rough cotton of the gown caused tiny ripples of sensation.
"Marissa..."
"Hmmm."
She was wet, ready, and willing...but Dane looked as if he might bolt from the bed. She removed her nightgown and leaned forward to offer him her breasts. He kept his wicked thumb on her clit, but his free hand cupped a breast. He leaned forward and sucked the nipple. Arrows of heat shot through her. She moaned.
"It feels good. I've never felt this way. It's all so amazing, but I feel like—well, I've read extensively on the subject of sex and I think what I'm looking for here is an orgasm."
He looked dumbfounded. Maybe he wasn't used to such plain talking when it came to sex, but she didn't want to waste time with a euphemistic approach to a normal and healthy function of the body.
She'd been led to believe that men had a more practical mindset about having physical relations and she was surprised and frustrated at Dane's refusal to pursue what they both obviously wanted.
"An orgasm?" he asked.
"It comes from the Greek word, organ, which means 'to swell.' According to the dictionary, an orgasm is 'the climax to a sexual act.'"
"I know what an orgasm is."
"I suppose that's because you've had one," she complained. "I know there are plenty of ways to do it myself, but I've never indulged. I guess it's those stupid romance novels. I've always wanted to reach completion with a partner."
"That's admirable." Dane's voice sounded strangled, so Marissa glanced at him.
His eyes had that feral look again and she wondered what she'd said or done this time to invoke his wrath. Every time she thought she was having a normal
He pursed his lips. "Since it's my fault you're all hot and bothered, I suppose I should do something about it."
Her breath left in a whoosh and her heart kicked up a few beats. "Y-you'll finish making love to me?"
He flipped her onto her back and brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek. "What exactly did you read in those romance novels?"
"Romance novels have all those lovely forever relationships and the sex is so good." She paused. "I read other kinds of books, too."
"Kama Sutra, right? I remember."
She nodded, inexplicably feeling shy. Reading about sex and performing the act were entirely different. Would Dane get impatient with her inexperience?
"Since you know all about the subject, you probably won't be too surprised when I do this."
He knelt between her legs and removed her panties.
He spread open her legs and placed his warm mouth on her very center. His tongue stroked her until she thought she'd go mad. He lifted his head. The sensations threatening to burst subsided.
"Dane!"
"Ssshhh." He sat up, untangled her hands from the sheets, and pushed them onto her aching breasts. "Touch yourself, Marissa."
She cupped her breasts, daring to pinch her own nipples. Waves of sensation enveloped her and she cried out. Dane slipped down between her legs, cupped her bottom, and drew her to his mouth. He licked, nipped, sucked, tortured...and paused.
Looking down, she met his dark gaze. "You turn me on," he said. "This turns me on." He kissed her clitoris and her thighs shook as sensations struck her like mini-lightning strikes.
She cupped her breasts and wound her fingers around her areolas, grasping the hardened peaks. "And this?" she asked in a tremulous whisper.
"Especially that."
His sigh coasted down her stomach. She wiggled closer until she felt the heat of his mouth hovering above her woman's core. "More," she demanded, arching so his lips skimmed her swollen nub.
"More," he agreed then lowered his head and suckled. Hard.
She came, an explosion of pleasure so immense, she screamed, and trembled against the lips that attempted to soothe her pulsing center. Then he suckled again, hard and fast, licking and nipping until another orgasm claimed her.
Sweat trickled down her neck, her body felt as if it had imploded then pieced back together by an inept surgeon, and ragged joy filled her. Making love with Dane was all she had imagined...and more.
What would actual intercourse feel like? The idea of him slipping inside her wet heat, stroking, thrusting, pumping...she swallowed her gasp of unexpected desire. Two orgasms and she was ready for a third. She was ready to give Dane the same pleasure he'd given her.
But ... Dane crawled beside her and cuddled with her as she recovered. She had never imagined the absolute bliss of an orgasm. No wonder women talked about them all the time.
"I feel wonderful," she murmured. She stretched then looked at the man who had introduced her to a marvelous version of making love. "What about you? Shouldn't we continue? Surely you need—"