Heiress for Hire (34 page)

To speed things up, he reached around her waist and thighs and picked her up.

She squawked. "Oh, my God. You are not picking me up. You can't carry me, I'm too tall."

The hell he couldn't. Danny adjusted her in his arms and tilted her so she tumbled against his chest with her perky breasts. He gave her a soft kiss and turned to his bedroom door, gripping the knob with a sweaty palm and pushing it open.

"You are actually carrying me to bed. I cannot believe this is happening. I think I'm going to orgasm just from this."

Though he felt a little bewildered at her reaction, he also found the look on her face damn sexy. "You can come if you want, but it might be more fun to wait until my tongue is on you."

Danny walked toward the bed as Amanda sucked in her breath. "Tongue on me where?"

With a little maneuvering, he managed to get a finger between her thighs and press right against the front of her thong panties. "Right here."

"I can wait then."

He laughed and plunked her down on her butt on the bed. Amanda didn't hesitate, but lay back and let her knees fall apart. Danny crawled up between her legs and played with the strings on either side of the V of the thong. He could see her dark blond curls behind the white lace, and his mouth flooded with moisture in anticipation of tasting her.

Her ankles moved restlessly against the bed. "Just rip the panties. Get them off, please."

It was tempting, but he hesitated. "How much did they cost?"

"I don't know! Maybe a hundred bucks."

No ripping today. "For something the size of a corn husk? No, we'll just slide them down, nice and easy." Danny worked the panties down inch by inch, leaning over her as he spoke, his mouth so close to her flesh he could see the goose bumps rising, smell the sweet scent of her desire.

It was pretty obvious to Danny that up to this point, neither of them had even known what sex could be like. It was like watching black-and-white TV and suddenly being plunged into color. When Amanda squirmed and wiggled, reaching for him with trembling fingers, soft desperate moans falling out with each breath, Danny's body tensed with excited arousal. He had never felt this sort of passion, this power, this heady delight in pleasing another person.

Then he ditched her panties, grabbed her ankles, and spread her nice and wide. Amanda jerked on the bed, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes were half-closed, and her fingers dug into his plaid bed sheet. He'd forgotten to make his bed again, and she was a beautiful blond contrast to the navy darkness.

Swallowing hard, Danny leaned over the apex of her thighs and ran his palm over the dusky curls. She sucked in her breath, a raspy, harsh sound that collapsed into a sigh when his finger slid along the center of her mound and slipped between the curls. He sank into wet heat.

Danny paused, his erection throbbing against the bed, and counted to three. He was in control. Sort of. "You like that?" He pulled back, swirling his finger over her clitoris before sinking in again.

"Yes." She bit her lip.

"How about this?" He replaced his finger with his tongue, closing his eyes as the taste of her exploded in his mouth. She was slick, sweet, her body quivering around him, thighs drifting closed to clamp around his head.

"Danny…" she groaned.

He'd never liked his name, tried to switch everyone to calling him Dan at least a hundred times to no effect, but hearing it ripped from Amanda in complete ecstasy gave him a whole new appreci-ation for it. He wanted to hear it again. He stroked in and out of her with his tongue, over and over, faster and deeper. Then he pulled back quickly and gave a quick lick and suck at her clitoris.

"Danny!" She dug her fingers in his hair and came, half rising off the bed.

He hung on, even when she kneed him the gut with her thrashing legs, and he ran his tongue over her until the last of her spasms quieted. She flopped onto her back and shuddered.

"Oh, yeah."

Hell, yeah.

But he wasn't about to give her time to think or relax or even catch her breath. Slowly, stealthily, he brought a finger to her again, tickling around her inner thighs, tugging gently at her curls, whisking around and around but never actually touching inside her.

"Stop that," she said, pushing at his hand. "You're teasing me." Her mound rose toward him, her thighs clamping together like she wanted to catch his hand and hold it there. "I want you inside me."

"No."

Her eyes popped open. "What do you mean, no?"

"Not yet," he said calmly, opening her folds with his thumbs and stroking once down the center of her before letting go.

"Okay, maybe this is a dumb question… but why the hell not yet?" Amanda looked a touch frustrated. If the clenched teeth and wild eyes were any indication.

But Danny didn't like to rush anything. He'd rushed through making love to Amanda the first time, and he was going to take this nice and slow. He was going to drag the pleasure out like chewing gum, long and taut.

"Because I want to do that again."

"That again?" she said, glancing at his mouth, her thighs trying to push closed as she yelped in surprise. "Nobody does that twice in a row… and there must be a good reason why. I don't think you should…"

Danny did a brief battle with her thighs, which he won. She wasn't really putting that much effort into it, and he was bigger. Once they were spread, he planted his elbows on them so she couldn't move, her protests spiraling into a heady moan.

"I want to do it again."

"Okay, okay, fine, do it, I don't want you to cry or anything…"

Her trembling sarcasm dwindled out when he did it again.

Put his mouth on her and tasted.

Amanda lasted a whole delicious five minutes before she came the second time.

And she was pretty sure she only begged and whimpered once or twice.

When her body stopped convulsing and her pupils returned to their normal position, she let go of the comforter and wiped the drool off the corner of her mouth. "Okay, so I don't know why people don't do that twice in a row… of course, maybe they do and I don't know… but that was amazing… waaah!"

Amanda yelped when Danny gripped her thighs and rolled her over onto him. Her moist inner thighs collided with his chest, and her breasts dangled over his forehead. "What the… ?"

But before she could even stabilize, he yanked her thighs toward the headboard, sending her chest flying back until she was… oh.

"Again," he said.

The man had baked his brains in the sun too long. She could not just sit there, on his mouth, not when she could barely feel her Jell-O legs and her lungs had collapsed somewhere on about the nine-hundredth moan.

"I… I…" She was trying to protest, but her lips were numb and her tongue was six sizes too big. And damn, damn, it felt good. It felt inside-out, hands-on, hot-damn kind of good, and she closed her eyes, arched her back, and rode his mouth.

When she came the third time—a sexual milestone marked with panting and incoherent religious babblings like "Help me, Jesus!"—Danny took pity on her.

In a move that would have her Ashtanga yoga instructor jealous, Danny had her dropped onto her back and was rolling on a condom before she could even swallow her spit. Nor did he expect her to untangle her trembling, useless legs, but just took it upon himself to spread them with his knees. And while Amanda tried to keep her eyes open and her heart from levitating out of her chest, Danny entered her with a hard thrust.

His groan was loud, agonized. Amanda had no ability left to moan, and no energy to even wrap her legs around him as he stroked in and out of her. Her body was so swollen, so excited, so overstimulated, that she was absolutely certain she'd never be able to walk again. She was just going to lie there for the rest of her life with Danny deep inside her and undulate like an inchworm.

Looking up at his face, seeing his excitement, hearing his wild, out-of-control bursts of pleasure, she figured it was a good use of her time. And what a plus that she was enjoying it too—so, so much.

Then he pulled completely out, and she yelped with surprise and horror. "What? What are you doing?" Oh, my God, she felt like a kid whose ice cream had fallen off the cone.

"I'm too close, too close," he panted.

"So?" She pried a hair off her lip and tried to uncross her eyes.

"I want you to be satisfied before I do." Sweat rolled down off his forehead toward his nose.

Amanda reached up and wiped it away, very much aware that she was staring at the best man she'd ever known. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "In case you hadn't noticed, Mr. Unselfish, I already was satisfied three times. Now get back in there."

He kissed her. "Just remember that I love you. Truly love you."

She gripped his shoulders right as he joined them again, and she felt the tears prick, blurring her view of his strong, steady expression. He loved her, and she had done nothing to earn it. But maybe that was the gift of a pure love—no one had to justify or explain or perform tricks to deserve it. It just was.

"I love you, Danny." Amanda found the strength to wrap her legs around him, to lift herself toward him and meet his movements so they were joined as tightly as they could be. "I… I…"

Had lost the ability to speak. But she wanted to say that she didn't want to leave, that she wanted to stay right there, with him, for as long as he wanted her to. That she could learn to be the kind of wife he needed.

But nothing came out, and he covered her mouth with his, hot tongue pushing into her urgently. Then he lifted his head and stared straight into her eyes as he exploded with tight, raw moans.

No man had ever locked wide-open eyes like that with her while he had an orgasm, and the intimacy, the vulnerability of it, sent her body into shivering spasms, a mini-climax to match his.

They thrust, locked in pleasure with each other, until Danny relaxed all his muscles with a shudder and dropped down onto her. He was crushing the very life out of her, but she was so limp, so satiated, she didn't care if she suffocated. She'd die happy.

But he lifted his chest and dusted little kisses all over her

Erin McCarthy mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead in a way that made her giggle. Truly. Giggling. It was weird, but there it was, and Danny laughed with her.

"Why are we laughing?" he asked.

"I don't know. But I just feel so good, so alive, so exhausted."

Danny rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Naked man was such a nice, warm, hard bed.

Amanda yawned. "You wore me out, and I didn't even do any of the work."

He gave a soft chuckle. "I'm used to manual labor."

"You're very good at it."

Danny patted her butt. "You're not so bad yourself. Now go to sleep."

"Okay." He didn't have to tell her twice. She was semiconscious already.

As Danny's hand stroked along the small of her back, she drifted off into sleep with a contentment she hadn't felt since she was five years old.

Willie pushed her rocker back and forth on the front porch and wished the damn thing creaked. If it did, maybe she wouldn't hear the soft moans punctuating the air, drifting over to her from Danny's house.

Sure, she'd known that by taking Piper for the night, Danny and Amanda were more likely than not to end up in bed together. It had been part of her and Daniel's strategy. But Lord, she hadn't wanted to hear it.