anything that felt good and moved with her, she didn’t care about labels or designers. Her favorite amusement ride was anything with speed. Her favorite thing she’d
He looked at her.
She lifted a shoulder. “I think I should try everything at least once, including love. You know, someday.”
She was embarrassed, but for him he was struck by her honesty and bravado. Since she’d hate for him to point that out, he nodded, and ignoring his suddenly tight throat, quietly read on. The next section was a list of sexual preferences. She preferred one lover at a time, didn’t mind toys when they were appropriate and didn’t need a bed in order to get in the mood.
She’d left sexual fantasies blank.
“They should be individual to whoever you’re with,” she said.
He lifted his gaze to hers.
“Yes,” she said. “What?”
“You were going to ask if I have one for us. I do.”
His body processed this faster than his brain. “Are you going to share?” he finally asked.
“You first,” she said.
He felt a little thrown. A feeling he was starting to get used to around her. He knew now wasn’t the time to be playful, but it felt like exactly the right time. They needed this. “Is this a show-and-tell sort of thing?”
“I think it just might be,” she said, and for the first time since they’d gotten to his house, he smiled. “How bad do you want to know, Bella?”
She took the computer from his lap and set it aside. “Bad. Besides, you owe me.”
“How do you figure?”
“I trusted you with my profile.”
True. And, he realized, he trusted her. He, who because of his job and all he’d seen and done on that job, rarely trusted at all, trusted her to the bone after only a few days. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he wasn’t quite jaded enough to let it go unappreciated. Pulling her onto his lap, he shifted her so that she was straddling him.
“Wait,” she said, standing up and removing the jean shorts from beneath her dress. “More comfortable.”
He was all for comfort.
She settled back on his lap, once again straddling him. “I like this sundress,” he said. “It’s the same one you wore after we went Jet Skiing.” He ran his hands slowly up her smooth thighs, pushing up the hem as he went. “In my fantasy, you’re not wearing anything beneath.”
“That’s it? That’s your fantasy? That’s…surprisingly tame.”
“You didn’t let me finish.” His fingers glided higher on her thighs, and anticipation drummed between them. She was still covered by the hem of the sundress, but barely. “In my fantasy,” he went on, his voice thick and hoarse to his own ears, “we go out on my bike, and the whole time we’re riding, I can feel the heat of you, bare against me when you hug up close. You’re covered from view to everyone else by the wide skirt of your sundress, only I know you don’t have on panties.”
Her breathing had definitely changed. Actually, he wasn’t quite sure she was breathing at all, but the pulse at the base of her throat leaped wildly. “Then what?” she whispered.
“I take you out to dinner. While we’re waiting for our food, I slip a hand beneath the table, under your dress. You’re hot for me. You press yourself against my fingers, wanting more.”
She opened her mouth a little, but nothing came out. Her eyes went glossy with arousal. He knew if he slid a hand beneath her dress right now, he’d find her hot and wet like in his fantasy. “We dance afterward. And every time I touch you, I’m reminded that you’re bare-ass naked beneath the dress. Then you lean in and whisper in my ear that I’m making you wet, and I can’t get you off the dance floor fast enough.”
She drew in a shuddery gulp of air. “And then we make a run for the closest coat closet?”
“Mmm, good plan. We’ll add that in. You’ll scream my name, but no one but me will hear over the music.”
“I want to make you lose control, too,” she told him breathlessly. “You scream out my name, too.”
He shook his head. “Guys don’t scream. It’s not manly.”
She paused with a small smile. “Manly?”
“
“You’re right,” she said, pacifying him with a pat on the shoulder. “You can groan my name loudly. But hate to break it to you, it’s still pretty tame.”
“
“Sorry. Do go on.”
“We get back on the bike and ride along the bluffs overlooking the ocean. There’s no one around, so when your skirt blows up, you leave it.”
He could tell by the way she nibbled on her lower lip that she liked that idea. A lot.
“I reach back and feel you,” he murmured, sliding both hands up to her hips, bringing the hem of her dress up, as well.
She was wearing a light blue silk thong. “You’re completely exposed,” he murmured. “And completely turned on by it. We pull over to the side of the road and-”
“Have some fairly acrobatic beneath-the-moon sex?” she asked hopefully, eyes dilated, voice husky.
“You have no patience.” Giving in to temptation, he nudged her forward, lightly sinking his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder, loving the shiver that racked her. “First I get off the bike and just look at you.”
“Is my dress still hiked up to my waist?”
“Yeah. And you’ve unbuttoned the top part, too.”
“No bra?”
“No bra, and when I pull the dress all the way off, you look up at me with a sexy little smile and slowly spread your legs.”
“Like this?” And eyes on his, she did just that, opening her legs even farther over his.
Christ. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, watching the silk stretch tight over her mound. “And then you touch yourself. We both know anyone could walk by and see us at any time, but it doesn’t stop you from opening my jeans and-”
“Wait a minute.” She cocked her head. “I’m nearly buck-ass naked in the great outdoors, and you get to pull out just the essentials?”
“Yes, but the essentials are the important part.” He wanted to laugh at the indignation on her face. “My fantasy,” he reminded her.
“Men suck.”
“Actually, you suck. It’s what comes next in this scenario. Male Fantasy 101,” he admitted. “But don’t worry. Afterward, I lean you up against the bike, spread your legs, drop to my knees and return the favor until you’re screaming my name again.”
“You like that, the screaming thing.”
“I do.”
“Then what?” she asked.
“I turn you around, bend you over the bike and-”
“Let me guess. Make me scream.” She shook her head. “You are such a guy.” The mock annoyance wasn’t fooling him. Her eyes were bright, she was having trouble breathing and her hands kept sweeping restlessly over his body, his shoulders, his abs…“How about the water?” she asked. “Do we get in the water and go skinny- dipping?”
“Most definitely. And there’s no male shrinkage at all.”
She burst out laughing, and he grinned, loving the sound. “In fact, you’re so impressed with me, we do it again.”
She snorted.
“And again,” he said, gliding his hands along her smooth thighs.
“I wouldn’t be able to walk.” When his fingers got high enough to brush her panties, she closed her eyes and swallowed. “Or ride home.”
