Kiss And Dwell (23 page)

Ryan couldn
’
t speak.

“
It
’
s called a flyaway baby doll,
”
Monique said, her voice raspy as her fingers
toyed with one edge of the
nightie
.
“
I figured it
’
s one step better than the
privacy veil.
”

“
It
’
s a hell of a lot more steps better than one,
”
he said.

Her smile broadened.

“
And the other good thing about it is this feature.
”
She moved her hand up to
pull at one of the ties forming the bow. As soon as the two ends slid apart, the
pink satin fluttered to the floor, leaving Monique
Vicknair
in a shiny pink
thong and nothing else. A beautiful vision, Ryan knew, even though he couldn
’
t
see it at the moment.

He groaned aloud.

“
What?
”
she asked in mock innocence, batting her lashes for effect.
“
Something
wrong?
”

“
You better be thankful I
’
m a man of my word,
”
he said, staring at Monique,
completely covered by the golden privacy veil and smiling at him like the devil
.

“
I said I wouldn
’
t physically touch you if you didn
’
t want me to, and obviously,
you don
’
t. But if I could, I
’
d grab you and make you let me see beneath that
veil, ma
’
am.
”

“
I love it when you call me ma
’
am,
”
she whispered. Then she sighed softly.
“
And
since you put it that way…
”
Her lashes lowered as she evidently concentrated on
letting Ryan see.

The veil disappeared, and the mouthwatering thong was, as Ryan had known, the
only scrap of clothing left on her perfect body.

“
Take it off,
”
he said.

“
Say please.
”

“
Now.
”

She slid a finger beneath the tiny strap at her right hip, then another beneath
the matching one on the left. Then slowly, very, very slowly, she pushed the
fabric away.
“
How
’
s that?
”
she asked.

“
Perfect.
”

Raising a hand to the back of her head, she removed the clip that held her blond
locks captive, and her hair obligingly tumbled past her shoulders, with the tips
of it resting above the swell of her breasts.
“
How are we going to do this?
”
she
asked.
“
And when are you getting naked?
”

“
You get on the bed,
”
he said. He
’
d thought about how they would
“
do this
”
all
day and was ready to get started. While Monique crawled seductively across the
pink and white satin on her bed, Ryan removed his clothes.

“
You
’
re beautiful,
”
she said, eyeing his nudity with unhidden fascination.

Ryan smirked.
“
You really need to come up with a better word. Beautiful isn
’
t
quite what a guy has in mind when he undresses.
”

“
Sorry,
”
she apologized, though obviously she wasn
’
t.
“
But you are.
”
Her
attention moved to the chair beside her bed.
“
Why don
’
t you sit there?
”

Ryan thought standing on the other side of the room would be the best place for
him. That chair was very close to the bed, and he was very close to losing his
reserve. What if, when the two of them started letting their sexual imaginations
soar, he got completely lost in the moment and climbed on top of her in the bed?
“
I don
’
t know, Monique.
”

“
Don
’
t trust yourself?
”
she challenged.

“
Actually, I
’
m not sure that I do,
”
he admitted.
“
I want in you, Monique, but
I
’
ll take what you
’
re offering.
”

“
Telepathic sex?
”
she said with a sneaky grin.

“
I didn
’
t realize it had a name.
”

She laughed.
“
I thought of it today. And come on. Sit down close to me. Surely
you can control yourself if I do my part.
”

“
Your part?
”
Ryan questioned, moving toward the chair a bit awkwardly, due to
his raging hard-on.

“
To satisfy you,
”
she said matter-of-factly.

He dropped into the chair. His throat was dry, his mind was nearly dizzy with
the possibilities, with the desire.
“
Monique, no woman has
‘
satisfied me
’
since
I
’
ve been in the middle. I
’
ve satisfied them, but when it came to me…
”

“
Yeah, I know. You took care of things,
”
she said, then let her eyes linger on
the
“
thing
”
he took care of.
“
But tonight, I don
’
t plan on that happening. If I
can touch you in my mind, I should be able to touch all of you, right?
”

“
Damn, I hope so.
”

She eased back on the overstuffed pillows, situating her hips to spread her legs
slightly and give him a tempting view of her center.
“
Ryan,
”
she whispered.

“
Yeah?
”

“
Prepare to be satisfied.
”
She closed her eyes, licked her lips, then breathed
deeply, her breasts rising and falling with the action. Then, to Ryan
’
s absolute
astonishment—and undeniable delight—he felt her warmth against the tip of his
penis.

“
Close your eyes,
”
she instructed, and damn if he didn
’
t feel the heat of her
breath against his erection.

He couldn
’
t formulate words, so he didn
’
t argue. He closed his eyes. And growled
his enthusiasm as soft, fluttering kisses moved down his length. It had been a
long time, a very long time. Hell, he wasn
’
t going to last long. This was
definitely going to be a fight on his part.

“
Ryan,
”
she moaned, as those kisses edged back up his penis, and they weren
’
t as
soft now. Each sensation was getting hotter, and he definitely felt more
pressure as she moved back toward the tip, not kissing anymore, but sucking. He
knew it, even before he opened his eyes and saw Monique on the bed.

He nearly came just looking at her. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back and
her mouth open, as he sensed her taking him inside, her tongue swirling around
the end before she drew him further in. Her hands gripped the comforter, and her
hips undulated steadily, in perfect harmony with his own hips, pushing forward,
each wave of exquisite desire building toward a climax that he
’
d wanted…for over
a year.

The thought of what she was doing, of what Monique was giving him—what no other
woman had done in over fourteen months—brought him to the edge. As if sensing
just how close he was, Monique dug her heels into the mattress, raised her hips
and moaned as the pressure around his penis tightened, and Ryan felt Monique
claiming him, taking every inch of him.

His release came fast and furious and was nearly painful in its sheer force. It
went on and on, violently and deliciously, until he thought his body would
simply fall out of the chair. The growl that raged from his chest during his
massive orgasm caused the woman giving him this ecstasy to open her eyes and
take it all in. Now, she continued to watch as the waves of passion subsided,
her tongue moistening her lips and her eyes glistening with lust.

“
You
’
re beautiful,
”
she said, watching his hips, his cock, the final thrusts.

Ryan managed to smirk.
“
I
’
m too spent to argue with you,
”
he said. Then he
inhaled deeply, capturing the moment, the complete satisfaction. He looked at
her, this exquisite woman who had given him the best orgasm of his life—without
touching him at all—and realized…

“
I didn
’
t touch you. Even in my mind.
”
Then he shook his head.
“
I could barely
think, but I promise to get that right…in a few minutes.
”

She laughed, then shook her head.
“
No, you won
’
t. Not tonight. Last night, you
pleased me, and yet you got nothing in return. Tonight was all for you.
”

Her words took him by surprise.
“
I want to touch you, Monique.
”

She smiled again, then her grin quickly turned into a yawn.
“
Not tonight, even
if that
’
s what I want, too. Because you promised we
’
d talk about you crossing,
and you already know that I want to talk to you about Celeste.
”
She twisted on
the bed to scoop up the pink
nightie
from the floor, then quickly put it on. It
didn
’
t cover her completely, of course, so she flipped back the sheets and
climbed beneath them. Then another soft yawn escaped her pretty lips.
“
But I
worked on the house this morning, and again tonight, and I did three perms and a
color in between, so I won
’
t be able to hold my eyes open much longer. And I do
want you to meet Celeste. Tomorrow. I only have seven more days to help you
cross.
”

Ryan was floored. She
’
d given him the best sex of his life, then moved right
into a speech about how she wanted to fix him up with another woman, so he could
cross over and leave her forever. When he
’
d been in the land of the living, this
would have been a dream come true. Sex with a woman who didn
’
t want you for the
long haul. Now, however, it annoyed him. He opened his mouth to let her know,
but before he said anything, her attention moved from his face…to his cock. And
stayed there.

“
Ryan? You didn
’
t come?
”

Talk about a one-two punch. Monique
Vicknair
certainly wasn
’
t into cuddling
after sex, or talking about what had happened, which would have been fine when
he was breathing, but now he was pissed. He wanted this—expected this—to mean
more to her. In the back of his mind, he
’
d essentially believed that if they had
great sex, she
’
d forget her ludicrous attempt to hook him up with another woman
so he could learn to love and then cross over. Had she been thinking about
hooking him up the whole time she
’
d given him that orgasm?

No. She hadn
’
t. Because Ryan had sensed the passion behind those kissing
sensations. Problem was, he couldn
’
t feel it now. Right now, he sensed that she
wanted to discuss this other woman…and his inability to come. Monique
Vicknair
had given him the sexual high of his life in the middle, then had effectively
shot it down in one—make that two—blows.

“
I
’
ve got a newsflash for you,
”
he said, standing and putting his clothes on the
normal way, so she
’
d have to watch.
“
I don
’
t bleed, either.
”

“
But you did have an orgasm.
”

He suddenly wanted to snarl, but he held it in check.
“
Yeah.
”
He buttoned his
jeans.
“
I did. You see, there
’
s not exactly a need for procreation in the
middle. Guess the powers that be don
’
t feel I need that particular part of the
scenario. But trust me, I still feel it just the same.
”