Mark could feel, under his hands, that her muscles were drawing tighter, her whole body moving toward orgasm again. His fingers moved a little faster, his tongue worked a little harder, and he felt her quiver, so close to the edge. She sighed his name, and he stopped. Stopped licking, stopped the motion of his fingers. He felt the mattress jolt as her hand slammed against it, and hid a smile.
“Mark,” she growled.
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, just once.
“Fuck!” She gasped. “Mark, so help me, if you do not touch me—”
She didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before he had leaned down and licked fast and hard at her clit, his fingers suddenly moving again. Erica came with a shocked little scream, her body gone taut and quivering before she sank back to the mattress, breathing hard.
Mark straightened up, licking the taste of her from his lips.
Her eyelids dropped heavily as she watched him.
“What you wanted?” he asked innocently.
Erica didn’t bother speaking, just flipped him off.
He laughed. “I think,” he said, curling a hand around his cock, hard again after making her come for him, “someone’s going to have to take care of this.”
She lifted her head just enough to look down the length of her body at him.
“You made it,” she said, dropping her head back to the mattress. “You take care of it.”
“After everything I’ve done for you,” Mark said, mock-sadly. “That’s so rude, Erica.”
It was her turn to laugh. “What do you want, Mark?”
He looked her over, from flushed cheeks to open thighs, his attention lingering on her nipples, still tight and reddened from his mouth. Damn, he loved knowing that she would have no choice but to think about him, that by the time night rolled around she would be desperate to fall into bed together.
Mark settled himself over her, reaching up and cupping her breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs over her nipples to make her squirm. Her hands slipped under his, and then replaced them, pressing her breasts together so that he could slide his cock between them. Mark groaned, and rocked his hips, his own hands teasing at her nipples again. He looked down at her face, her parted lips and half-lidded eyes, and listened to the little moans and sighs of almost-too-much. When he closed his fingers just a little harder around her nipples, she bucked under him, panting, and that was it.
Pleasure shocked through him, and he spilled over her skin, her name on his tongue.
Chapter 5
ONE WEEK LATER
“What do you say we take the peanuts out today?” Alex suggested over breakfast, wiping a stray crumb from Lilli’s face. “We could go somewhere fun.”
Jamie took a sip of the coffee she hadn’t quite finished, and looked over the rim of the cup at her husband. She loved watching him with the twins, seeing how much he cared about his children. He really was the best man she could have found. Gorgeous, devoted, and an amazing father. What else could she possibly want?
A little less of a workaholic, part of her suggested, but Jamie pushed the thought away. Alex had been late last night but he’d more than made it up to her, and now he was home all day, with the promise to ignore work. They’d given Briana the weekend off.
It was exactly what Jamie wanted.
“Where are you thinking?” she asked, setting the coffee cup down and moving across the kitchen to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
He leaned back against her with a content sigh. “I don’t know. What’s a good place to take kids in New York?”
Jamie laughed. “You know, I haven’t really given that much thought. I think most of the city attractions will be a bit too grown up for them.”
“What about the beach?”
“Are you sure that’s safe?”
Alex tipped his head back to look at her. “We’re not going to let them run around on their own, baby. But they could play in the sand. Get a little sun. It’ll be fun. We’ll pack some leftovers and have a picnic.”
It did sound tempting. Jamie hadn’t been to the beach since, well, her wedding/honeymoon. This wouldn’t be quite the same thing, but some sun and surf might be just the ticket for a lazy Saturday.