The Science of Loving (13 page)

CHAPTER SIX

Flirting With the Dark Side

Maybe it was the margaritas—Mom’s drinks were lethal—because Angie was noticeably less guarded, joining the conversation with an easy smile. Danny’d refilled the empty margarita pitchers with blowjobs for dessert, or as Mom called them, “A bitter-sweet experience in the aftermath of tamed hungers when lingering cravings still held sway.” That was my mom, the queen of the poetic innuendo. It was one of the many reasons she was so devastating in the courtroom. And going by Angie’s blush, the allusion wasn’t lost on her.

“Come woman, let’s sway.” Mom laughed when Dad dragged her into his arms, jerking her close then began swaying to the bossa nova beats of Stan Getz’s saxophone.

“They’ve always been like this,” I told Angie with a smile. “As in love now, as they were when they first met.”

“More,” Dad said, dipping Mom back, so she grinned at us upside down.

“Sway with me baby,” I said, stealing some of my dad’s moves.
What? He’s smooth.

I swept Angie into my arms, molding her to my body, pressing her face to my chest. I towered over all my dance partners, and hunching over would just make us both uncomfortable. I spun us around keeping it light as one song merged into another. I gave Danny the look when my folks finally decided to turn in, and being the good sister that she was, she faked a yawn—badly—then sauntered to the tent. Right before she ducked inside, she spun with an evil grin, obscenely fluttering her tongue between vee’d fingers behind Angie’s back
—jeez, where does she learn that stuff? Scratch that, I don’t I want to know.

I wondered how long it would take for Danny to fall asleep as Angie’s dark curls whispered against my chin to catch on my growing stubble—
Or at least for Angie to believe she’s sleeping
—because if there was any kink hiding beneath that shy exterior, I planned on finding it. But with Danny sacking out right next to us, I was going to have to get creative; fortunately, I loved a good challenge.

I glided my hands down to the curve at the base of her spine and back up. Then down again more firmly, going lower. And when I palmed her ass, I received a rewarding gasp—
that’s right baby; I’m getting you primed
.
By the time I’m done, you won’t care who’s in the tent with us—
my hand slipped under her shirt, and her arms tightened around my middle as my fingertips feathered over all that soft… smooth… warm… skin. I caressed her shoulder blades making her shudder, while the hand gripping her ass made sure she felt every hard inch of me. Her shallow breaths warmed my chest as she trembled sweetly.

Wanting to see the lust in her eyes, to see what I put there, I cupped her face, tilting it up. She closed her eyes as I lowered my face, and her parted lips begged for a kiss
—no, sweetheart, not yet… not yet
—I skimmed my nose along hers then trailed feathery nibbles over her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. Her breath stuttered when I kissed the corners of her mouth and sighed when I moved away. I fed her tension with a touch of my mouth, my tongue. Keeping it sweet and light as the same tension thundered in my own body, deliciously churning in my belly, and straining across my back and shoulders. Gripping her face, I nibbled her lower lip
—now baby… Now we’re ready.

I kissed her sensually; slowly, savoring her taste, her breath. She melted, becoming soft, pliant and our kiss darkened. Holding her, controlling her, my tongue parted her lips. I delved deeper, exploring her mouth thoroughly while she clung to me, her nails digging into my wrists as if I was the only solid thing in her world. She swayed into me slightly when I drew back, her eyes fluttering open.

I smiled, admiring their dazed, dark glitter…
Perfect.

“Oh, sweetness,” I growled. It was a warning as much as a promise.

I was lust drunk; something I'd read about, but until now, never believed in. All he’d done was kiss me, and this was already the best sex of my life. The air mattress hissed when I sat on it—
how did I get in the tent
—I knew I should be worried as I fumbled my shoelaces, but bliss had smothered my alarm bells with a fluffy euphoric pillow.

“Ssshh… sweetheart, let me get that. Let me take care of you.” His voice was a low caress vibrating through me, doing strange things to my insides. My shoes were gone and I felt my cotton flannel slide off my shoulders. Warm hands eased me onto my back as my legs hung off the end of the mattress. My pants loosened and a warm breath tickled my stomach followed by firm prickly kisses.

“Lift up, honey.” Cool air followed the heated hands gently easing off my jeans, leaving strips of lace a little wider than a thong, and my tank top as my only protection. There was a sharp inhalation, then teasing fingers skimmed up my legs. “So beautiful.” More scratchy nuzzling kisses followed the voice up my body.
God, that voice.

“Scoot up honey… over to your right. Climb inside the sleeping bag.”

I rolled over, crawling up to the top of the mattress. I knew the cool air on my bottom should’ve been a cause for alarm, but it was a distant worry, a discordant note barely discernible in my dreamlike state. I slid my legs into the roomy sleeping bag, curling onto my side with a sigh. Cloth rustled, a zipper rasped then the mattress jostled and shook. Cold swept up my back followed by the press of hot skin as a thick, heavy arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me into a hard body.

“Mat?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Did you zip our sleeping bags together?”

“Yeah baby, I did.”

“Oh, Okay.”
I must still be high
.

I felt his smile on my neck; his chin was scratchy. He smoothed his hand over my hip, fingering the lace, his chest tensing against my back every time he moved. “I really like these. I wish it was light enough to see their color.”

“Lavender.”

“Mmmmm… I like that.” His voice was a bass rumble throbbing in my bones. Tingles rushed down my neck, my arms, settling tightly in my breasts, telegraphing a pulse of heat south. Open-mouthed kisses fell on my shoulders, and I shivered as a second wave of goosebumps prickled outward making my breasts ache with a heavy tenderness that only touching could relieve. I twisted to look at the dark mass over my shoulder and tickling fingers startled a giggle out of me. A wet, smiling, mouth descended from the shadows to swallow my gasp and a heavy hand flattened against my diaphragm.

“Ssshh… (Kiss) be (kiss) still (kiss.) You’ll wake Danny.”

I tensed—
oh God, how could I have forgotten? She’s lying right next to us and I’m molesting her brother. Well technically, he’s molesting me. Still…

“Relax (kiss) you’re so soft.” The velvety whisper continued. A dangerous thrill settled in my belly as something thick and hard pressed into the cleft of my ass. “Can you feel how much I want you right now?” A deceptively smooth voice asked. When I didn’t answer right away, his body firmed, his arm imprisoning me. And the teasing grew darker, predatory. “Answer me Angelina.” He ground against me. “Can you feel how hard you’re making me.”
Oh God… He wasn’t speaking rhetorically?

“Yes.” I squeaked.

“Good. Tell me.” He commanded softly, implacably.

Here was the monster I’d first seen in the torchlight. My heart stuttered in my chest. “I can feel how hard you are.”

“Yeah, that’s what you do to me.” His voice pulsed down my spine, thick with heat. “Are you thinking about me? About what I’m going to do to you? How I’m going to touch you?”

Oh, God… I am now.

“Tell me.” His silky murmur held an underlying threat that made my heart race, and did things low in my body I couldn’t begin to describe.

“You… You’re hands are on me?” I sounded uncertain, embarrassed. I’d never done anything like this, but I could guess where this was going.

“How do they feel?” He nuzzled me.

“Large… Warm…”

“Where?”

“On my stomach?”

“Like this?” He splayed his hand on my abdomen.

“Uh huh.” I couldn't believe we were doing this. I pressed my legs together as my panties grew uncomfortably damp.

“Keep talking.”

“Ummm… You slide them up my ribcage? (His hand moved lazily up my torso.) And unhook my bra… (He popped open the front clasp with practiced ease, his thumb resting beneath my breast as his fingers curled over my sternum, his breaths deepening) You slowly squeeze my breast.”

His hand closed gently. “How do I squeeze it?”

“You sorta massage it.”

“Like this?” he murmured, clenching rhythmically around my breast, his thumb kneading deep massaging strokes. The intimate pulsing between my legs swelled into an angry throb, and I squirmed in his arms trying to get relief. I finally understood that itch people were always mentioning.

He fisted my hair, twisting his hand pinning my head against his bicep. His mouth descended to swallow whimpers I didn’t realize I was making then bit a trail from my jaw, down the tendon in my neck to my shoulder as I dragged in a ragged breath.

“Talk to me,” he growled.

“You finally touch my nipple…” His hand left my breast.
Nooo…

“Sshhh, baby I got you.” He wound his leg around me, trapping me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, wetting them. The pull on my hair increased, his chest expanded, hardening. Keeping me firmly restrained, he covered my mouth with his and began gently torturing my puckered nipples, drawing light wet circles around them as wave after tingling wave spiraled outwards, downwards, each building on the one before. When he clamped a distended peak between his finger and thumb, my throbbing turned to raw need. And when he tugged, twisting just hard enough, pleasure jolted through me as I gasped, clawing at the leg pinning me while my body spasmed and wept.

Angie was shifting restlessly in my arms, trying to catch her breath while I gently teased her nipples just enough to keep her incoherent. I hadn’t planned on taking it this far, not with Danny—probably awake—next to us. I’d figured on getting her a little flustered with some teasing, some light foreplay; plant some seeds for when I finally got her alone then call it a night. I thought she’d be way too shy to play along, and I was never so glad to be wrong.
Damn, she was easily aroused.

“Sweetness, you’re just full of surprises.” I gently bit her nipple, raking it with my teeth then soothing it with a swirl of my tongue.

“Please, no more,” she begged.

“Sorry, baby, I’m not quite finished with you,” I said ominously, letting her worry about all the dirty things I was planning. She shuddered and her breath caught—
yeah, sweetheart, you’re at my mercy
—my cock was uncomfortably hard and I knew I’d be awake all night, but it’d be worth it. By the time I was finished with her, my cock would be all she thought about.

I rolled her on to her stomach shackling her wrists beneath her, wedging her legs open with my knees. I pinned her with my shoulder, repositioning her pillow before I brought my head to rest next to hers.