his face to get precisely what she wanted.
He gave it to her. Every toe-curling, body-shattering moment until she was spent. Until she collapsed on the pillows and proceeded to feel embarrassed that she’d been so, well, forward.
Ladies weren’t forward. She could remember Granny saying that to her. Often.
But oh, how forward she’d been with Remy Marchand. Not just tonight but, well, all the time. So uncharacteristic of her—and yet it felt natural with him.
The sexy man in question crawled up her body, stopping to spend a little time on her nipples before arriving at eye level. He was grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.
And her heart gave a strange lurch in her chest that surprised her.
“Feel better?”
She closed her eyes and stretched. “I’m so relaxed I could go to sleep right now.”
His fingers slid into her body, his thumb skating over her sensitive clit, and she nearly came unglued.
“Not that relaxed, I’m guessing.”
His eyes sparkled in the lamplight and she blinked. Lamplight? She turned her head, surprised the lamp was still on. Ben always wanted the lights out. And maybe she had too, come to think of it. But she’d been so into Remy that she hadn’t even considered the light.
“Okay, maybe not,” she conceded. “What’s next, Cage?”
It was his turn to blink. “You know my code name.”
Yes, she did. Because she’d listened to every snippet of conversation about Remy Marchand since meeting him a little over a week ago. “It’s not a secret. You guys call each other things that aren’t your names. Besides, yours is easy. Cage for Cajun, am I right?”
“Yes, ma’am, that’d be correct.”
“They call Matt Richie Rich. Which I’m sure you know. But it’s not very original, is it?”
His gaze slipped down her body and her skin tingled. “Christina, baby, you’re babbling. Do you honestly care what your brother’s team calls him or doesn’t call him at this very moment?”
He had her there. She rolled her head from side to side. “Not really.”
“We can discuss names later… But first, either you tell me where to find those condoms, or I’m going back for seconds.”
Her breath hitched. “I don’t think either of those options is bad for me.”
“Or me. You taste sweet… and I love the way you moan when you’re coming, you know that? Such a proper lady.”
Damn, but he made her feel good inside. So warm and happy. Crazy. And probably just a temporary sensation due to the very out-of-character way she’d jumped into bed with a man she barely knew.
“My granny would be happy you think so, God rest her soul. She worked hard to make sure I became a proper lady.”
She reached for the drawer of her nightstand table and pulled out a box. She’d felt self-conscious when she’d gone into the drugstore for these the other night, but then she’d also thought, What the hell? A woman needed to be prepared these days.
Remy took the box with a wicked grin. “I look forward to making the lady scream before the night is through.”
Her heart jumped at the promise in those words. “I want to scream, Remy. I really do.”
He opened the box and ripped off a packet, tearing it and removing the condom. Tossing everything aside, he rolled it on, then settled between her legs again.
His fingers feathered over her cheek. “I suppose I could do this with a bit more finesse, but the truth is I want you too much to show restraint. You okay with that?”
Christina nibbled the inside of her lip just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “What precisely does that mean, Remy?”
“It means, honey, that I’m about to lose my fucking mind. That I’m going to push inside you and fuck you harder than I probably should—unless you tell me it’s too much, in which case I’ll go easy on you. Then I’m going to explode, and I’ll probably make some noise when I do. After that, collapse is likely—but only for about five minutes while I wait for the
He gave it to her. Every toe-curling, body-shattering moment until she was spent. Until she collapsed on the pillows and proceeded to feel embarrassed that she’d been so, well, forward.
Ladies weren’t forward. She could remember Granny saying that to her. Often.
But oh, how forward she’d been with Remy Marchand. Not just tonight but, well, all the time. So uncharacteristic of her—and yet it felt natural with him.
The sexy man in question crawled up her body, stopping to spend a little time on her nipples before arriving at eye level. He was grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.
And her heart gave a strange lurch in her chest that surprised her.
“Feel better?”
She closed her eyes and stretched. “I’m so relaxed I could go to sleep right now.”
His fingers slid into her body, his thumb skating over her sensitive clit, and she nearly came unglued.
“Not that relaxed, I’m guessing.”
His eyes sparkled in the lamplight and she blinked. Lamplight? She turned her head, surprised the lamp was still on. Ben always wanted the lights out. And maybe she had too, come to think of it. But she’d been so into Remy that she hadn’t even considered the light.
“Okay, maybe not,” she conceded. “What’s next, Cage?”
It was his turn to blink. “You know my code name.”
Yes, she did. Because she’d listened to every snippet of conversation about Remy Marchand since meeting him a little over a week ago. “It’s not a secret. You guys call each other things that aren’t your names. Besides, yours is easy. Cage for Cajun, am I right?”
“Yes, ma’am, that’d be correct.”
“They call Matt Richie Rich. Which I’m sure you know. But it’s not very original, is it?”
His gaze slipped down her body and her skin tingled. “Christina, baby, you’re babbling. Do you honestly care what your brother’s team calls him or doesn’t call him at this very moment?”
He had her there. She rolled her head from side to side. “Not really.”
“We can discuss names later… But first, either you tell me where to find those condoms, or I’m going back for seconds.”
Her breath hitched. “I don’t think either of those options is bad for me.”
“Or me. You taste sweet… and I love the way you moan when you’re coming, you know that? Such a proper lady.”
Damn, but he made her feel good inside. So warm and happy. Crazy. And probably just a temporary sensation due to the very out-of-character way she’d jumped into bed with a man she barely knew.
“My granny would be happy you think so, God rest her soul. She worked hard to make sure I became a proper lady.”
She reached for the drawer of her nightstand table and pulled out a box. She’d felt self-conscious when she’d gone into the drugstore for these the other night, but then she’d also thought, What the hell? A woman needed to be prepared these days.
Remy took the box with a wicked grin. “I look forward to making the lady scream before the night is through.”
Her heart jumped at the promise in those words. “I want to scream, Remy. I really do.”
He opened the box and ripped off a packet, tearing it and removing the condom. Tossing everything aside, he rolled it on, then settled between her legs again.
His fingers feathered over her cheek. “I suppose I could do this with a bit more finesse, but the truth is I want you too much to show restraint. You okay with that?”
Christina nibbled the inside of her lip just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “What precisely does that mean, Remy?”
“It means, honey, that I’m about to lose my fucking mind. That I’m going to push inside you and fuck you harder than I probably should—unless you tell me it’s too much, in which case I’ll go easy on you. Then I’m going to explode, and I’ll probably make some noise when I do. After that, collapse is likely—but only for about five minutes while I wait for the
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