Dash of Peril. Lori Foster

his shoulder, balancing herself.

      He brushed the edge of the towel over her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. “But games are fun for everyone, so anytime you want to play...” He couldn’t stop himself from bending to her nipple for one quick, soft suckle. “Just let me know. I liked it. A lot.”

      Maybe a little uncertain, she ran her tongue over her lips.

      “It’s all right if you admit that you liked it, too.” Hoping to put her at ease, he teased her and said, “I won’t tell.”

      “You already know that I did.”

      “You’ll like it again in...oh, a few hours. Before we go to sleep.” He smiled. “I did promise you two climaxes, right?”

      She sighed. “And what about you? I’m more than happy to—”

      “No. I won’t take the chance of causing you pain.” He kissed the bridge of her nose, her temple, and suggested, “Make it up to me when you get the splint off in a few days.” He waited to see what she’d say, if she’d maybe deny the odds of being with him a few days from now.

      Instead she lightly trailed her nails down his chest to his abdomen. “Count on it.”

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      DASH WOKE CURLED around Margo. She was on her right side, his knees behind hers, her splinted arm resting above his around her waist.

      Her sweet little bottom pressed into his lap.

      Even before his eyes opened he remembered yesterday and lust rushed through him. His arm tightened the tiniest bit.

      After her bath, he’d cooked her dinner, held her and Oliver on the couch while watching a movie and then they’d gone back to bed.

      Using only his fingers, he’d given her another climax. He’d badly wanted to pleasure her with his mouth as well, but hadn’t trusted his restraint. Instead, after she’d come, he stayed with her, touching her softly, then with more insistence until she caught up, until the sensations began to build again.

      He kept her going, loving the way she cried out, how she clutched at him with her right hand. Slowly the orgasm built and, body taut and breath ragged, she came a third time.