Piper padded to the kitchen, knowing Ryan wouldn’t be far behind. A naked female walking in the opposite direction? Yeah, he was a man. He’d follow.
As she pulled open the cabinet, a sensational, glorious thought crossed her mind. She turned to see Ryan in all his tanned naked cowboy glory standing directly behind her.
“Whatever naughty thought put that look in your eye, I like it,” he said, grinning.
“Why don’t you go back into the bedroom and wait for me.” She shoved at his chest. “Or go into the living room. I’ll start the generator and we can close those blinds.”
He moved closer, stroking a hand down her face, her shoulder and the slope of her bare breast. “If you take too long, I’m coming after you and I won’t care what room you’re in.”
Arousal shot through her and all she could do was nod. Yeah, he may say she had power over him, but since that first orgasm he’d given her on her porch, he pretty much had her trapped in a lust-filled haze and she wasn’t sure she even wanted to get out.
“How about I go fire up the generator while you take care of whatever plans you have,” he told her. “You have five minutes and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
He left her alone and Piper had to force herself to get back to the task she’d started before his heart-stopping nakedness nearly paralyzed her.
Turning back to the cabinet, she pulled out a variety of items. Piper wanted to explore a playful, fun side of sex with Ryan and hoped it would add to their pleasure.
Not surprisingly, she beat him into the living room and arranged her items on the old trunk she’d found at an antique shop. She smiled when he stepped into the room and took in her inventory, including his favorite food.
“If you’re thinking what I think you are, I may have just died and gone to heaven,” he told her.
“Get that fine butt over here, cowboy.”
Feeling flirty and aroused, she couldn’t wait to have playful sex. That, she could handle. It was the emotional, intense, slow sex that terrified her. Because she was hanging on by a very thin thread on a very slippery rope and it would only take one slip for her to fall headfirst in love with her best friend.
“I hope those mini marshmallows are for me.”
She laughed. “You know I keep them here just for you.”
“And what do you plan to do with them?”
Her eyes drifted down his lean, muscular body. “Lay on the couch and you’ll find out.”
Heat flared in his eyes as he did what she suggested. She knew he was loving every minute of this.
Once he was in position, all stretched out on the length of her sofa, she grabbed a handful of marshmallows and laid them one by one from the middle of his chest, down to his pelvic area.
“Don’t move,” she told him. “I’d hate to have to start over because one fell off.”
His eyes darted to hers. “If these are my favorite, shouldn’t I be eating them off of you?”
“You will.” She went to her knees beside him, slid her tongue out and snatched the first one from his chest. “When I’m done.”
His nostrils flared as she bent to suck off another one. Each time she snatched a marshmallow, he froze as if he were afraid to move, afraid she’d stop. By the time she got to the last one, he was near panting, his fists clenched at his sides.
Piper reached out to stroke him, but in a swift move, he was sitting up and looming over her.
“You’re done,” he growled. “Now get on the couch and let me return the favor.”
Piper stared up at him in shock. “But I’d barely gotten started.”
“And if you keep stroking me like that, we’ll be done before I can have my fun.”
Yeah, she had the control. They both knew it, which made her grin widen.
“I’ll return the favor, Ryan.” She leaned up, her mouth nearly touching his. “That’s a promise and it’ll happen when you least expect it.”
“You’ll be the death of me, Red. But I’ll die a happy, satisfied man.”
Piper laughed and squealed when he stood, hoisted her to her feet and nearly threw her on the sofa.
“Now it’s your turn to see how well you can lay still.”
Her body shivered at the promise, the anticipation. They’d always been competitive and she refused to let him win this little foreplay contest.
Ryan reached around, grabbed a handful of marshmallows and popped them into his mouth.
“That’s not how you play,” she told him, laughing.