The Morning After. Dorie Graham

I’m not looking for anything serious. You should know that up front.”

      A rueful laugh escaped her. She tried to squelch the bit of disappointment that surfaced. “You mean no extras? No frills? Sex only?”

      “I owe you dinner. We could go out. It’s up to you.”

      She’d been down that road too many times before. She and Brad had dated for three weeks before she had finally slept with him. The outcome had been the same. With the way she felt about Dylan in the short space of time since they’d met, only disaster lay that way. Better not to get too close. “I don’t need any frills.”

      He nodded slowly.

      With a boldness she didn’t feel, she ran her hand up his torso. “Let’s not put off until tomorrow what we can do today.”

      “We don’t have to do this now if it’s too soon. We could go to dinner first, then see how you feel.”

      “I’m not hungry…at least not for food.”

      He moaned softly and crushed her to him, claiming her mouth once more.

      4

      NIKKI’S MOUTH TEMPTED Dylan as nothing ever had. A shudder ran through him as he swirled his tongue with hers. His blood warmed. The feel of her. She shifted, her breasts heavy against his chest.

      At long last, he pulled back, gazing down at her. That same feeling of serenity he seemed to feel at her touch flowed over him, but this time it was accompanied by a fierce hunger. Lust. He’d been without a woman for too long. He cupped the back of her head and drew her toward him until his mouth found hers again.

      He’d never wanted to linger over a kiss, but the insistent stroke of her tongue held him captivated for long moments. He angled his head and ran his hand down her back, then around the side to her breast. It was firm and round, filling his palm. She shifted, giving him more room as he kneaded her. Her nipple hardened between his fingers, straining against the thin fabric. He rolled the pointed tip.

      Without breaking the kiss he slid both hands down over the tight swell of her buttocks. He massaged her for a time, then lifted her so his stiffening sex rubbed against the juncture of her thighs.

      Moaning softly, she ground against him. Her fingers stroked down his chest, toying with his nipples, further arousing him. She broke the kiss, moving her mouth along his jaw to his ear. “Should we try out the hammock?”

      “Yes.” He scooped his arm under her knees, then carried her the short distance. Balancing her, he shifted carefully into the hammock, settling her across his lap.

      Her gaze darted to the open archway. “We’re tucked away in the corner. I don’t guess any passersby will see us.”

      “We can go inside.”

      She bit her bottom lip, her gaze dark and intent. “It’s kind of exciting here. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

      “Neither have I.” Oh, but he’d wanted to—that first day they’d met.

      “We could always get started here, then move inside later.”

      “We could.”

      “You have a magnificent chest.” She ran her palms over him, then dipped her head and took one of his nipples into her mouth. She suckled him while he fisted his hands in her hair and tried to breathe, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.

      At last she nuzzled to his other side, but he gently urged her upward. “I think I’d like it better if I could do that to you.”

      “Oh.”

      “Would you like that?”

      In answer, she reached up to the nape of her neck and unfastened her dress. Slowly she lowered her halter top. He took a deep breath and cupped one full breast, weighing it in his hand. He stroked his thumb over her peaked nipple. She had large areolas that begged to be sucked.

      “Perfect,” he murmured as he shifted her to lie beside him.

      Keeping one foot on the ground to steady the hammock, he leaned over her and kissed the swell of her breast before brushing his lips over its center. She sighed, arching upward.

      Every nerve ending in his mouth registered the exquisite softness of her skin, the pressure of her hard nipple against his tongue as she moved beneath him. Her soft cries of pleasure sent heat rippling through him. He’d never expected this when he woke that morning. What a gift she was.

      When he’d had his fill of one breast, he kissed a path to its twin while she caressed his shoulders, chest and arms. The little sounds of pleasure she made spurred his excitement. Pulling hard with his mouth, he grazed her with his teeth and kneaded her firm flesh. He took his time, savoring each delicious pass of his tongue over the erect bud.

      Nikki gasped, and the scent of her arousal drifted to him. He slid his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress aside as he went. His fingers brushed satin. Continuing his tender assault on her breast, he ran his fingertips along her cleft, feeling the wetness through her panties.

      She shifted her knee, opening to him as he slipped his hand beneath the elastic. She was slick and swollen and hot. He explored her with his fingers, tracing her thick folds before circling her clitoris. He teased her, touching her lightly, then moved his fingers back to slip inside her.

      She was surprisingly tight as her muscles clenched around him. He stroked her, spreading her liquid heat over her entrance and around her clit, before delving two fingers back into her passage. The elastic cut into his wrist.

      He gave one last pull on her breast, then slid down her body. “These have got to go.”

      The hammock rocked gently as he slipped off her panties. He devoured her with his gaze. Her face was flushed, her eyes dreamy and her lips full and inviting. Her lovely breasts rose with each breath, her nipples hard and wet from his loving. And there the center of her femininity lay before him, her nether lips swollen and her clit engorged. Her sweet entrance glistened with her desire.

      “You look like you want to gobble me up.” She leaned forward to place her hand over his crotch and squeezed gently, then slowly pulled down his zipper.

      “Well, that was the plan, but…” he said, his voice rough.

      He settled back, letting the hammock rock as she peeled aside his shorts. With deft movements she worked his erection free of his briefs, her fingers hot around him. His breath caught as she glided her hand up his length.

      “Maybe I’ll gobble you up instead.” A streak of sunlight danced across her dark hair, picking up red highlights. Her breath was warm against his abdomen, her hair brushing his thigh as she moved down his body.

      She circled one hand tightly around the base of his cock while the other slipped inside his briefs to cup him.

      Her sweet lips closed over him and he groaned, unable to look away from the sight of his erection disappearing into her mouth.

      Her tongue circled his tip, tracing the rim, then darting over the sensitive head. As if he were a rare delicacy, she savored him. Heat raced outward from his center.

      When he thought he could stand it no longer, she released him, her eyes gleaming with a naughty light. But instead of moving away, she nuzzled him playfully, then kissed him. Starting at the base, she worked her way up his length, her lips and tongue working havoc over his flesh. Only after covering every inch did she at last feast on the head, dipping her tongue to lick the salty drops from the tip.

      “You are a witch.” He reached out to her. “How’s a man supposed to take all that?”

      “With a smile.”

      “I only have so much control.”

      “Sorry. I was really enjoying myself.”

      “Don’t apologize. We can find other ways for you to enjoy yourself.”

      “I’m