Back There Again (Chapter III)

In the room, not only was Ben not awake, but he was still deep into his REM cycle. She kicked off her sandals and climbed into bed with him. Miranda touched his chin, tracing a line across his jaw loving the prickly feeling of his beard against her finger pads. Sometimes she wished she'd met him sooner, wished that they'd had more time to be in love. The overwhelming feeling of loving someone so much was still new to her. She hadn't felt that way before him. "Yes, ma'am?" He asked snapping her back to reality. "Why are you tickling my face?"

Miranda gave a grin. "I love you, that's all."

"You love me so much that you disappeared for half the day."

"You're exaggerating. I wanted you to get some rest. It was only a few hours."

"A few too long." The possessiveness in his voice was gentle and only for pretend unlike when she'd heard it in her previous marriage. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," she told him, her fingers moving unhurriedly across his body. "And… I met someone." Ben opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. "Not like that," she reassured him. "A friend. Janet."

"And Janet is…?" She stared at him, half-puzzled. "Don't look at me that way."

Miranda brushed him off with a wave of her hand. "I'll look at you any way I so please."

He dug his fingers into her thighs. "Fine. But remember when I told you about my friend Michel and you'd convinced herself that she was some little, French man instead of an old friend from college who's a woman."

That had been a time. And while at dinner, it turned out that "Michel" was just a nickname and the very nice woman was all "Call me 'Michelle,' girl, they're just silly as hell." She pinched his skin a little and he inhaled. "Touché. Janet is a woman."

"Good. Don't scare me like that." He put a theatrical hand to his chest.

She laughed. Maybe that's why they worked so well. He loved her just as much—had said he couldn't see his future if she wouldn't be his—marriage or no marriage, he just wanted to spend his life with her. "And we're going to dinner with them."

"Okay."

"Janet is really nice and I don't know her… her companion's name, but, um, she did tell me that he's cheating on his wife with her and if you cheat on me, so help you God, you might as well get into the backyard and start digging because you will have a new home. Do not play with me, Ben Warren," Miranda spoke quickly, pushing her words together. Their union was still new and she was still vulnerable.

Ben rubbed his moustache. "One, take a breath, babe." He hugged her tightly and she exhaled. Keeping her cool around Janet had been tough, but seeing her husband made her break. "Two, I won't cheat on you. Ever. I promise." She opened her mouth to speak and he cut her off. "But you already know that." She moved her head up and down slowly. "Good. Three, you have to make the same promise."

"Of course I won't. Ever."

"Alright then. Another breath." Their breathing synced. "Now, back to... Janet and this guy… We have to have dinner with them?"

She made a face, closing one eye. "I already agreed," she admitted.

"You? You don't even like people like that."

Ben knew her so well. She was not the people-person that he was. "Janet and I both had the same book, so we just sat on the beach talking and reading and I… had a good time." Maybe the book wasn't bad luck after all. "So, when she suggested dinner, I said yes."

"Sounds fun. Doable."

"Right?"

"You know what else sounds fun?" Without warning, he pulled her on top of him, her hands landing on his chest, her braids falling over her shoulders.

"What?" She asked. Her voice was nonchalant, but her brain was going one million miles a second.

He caressed the sides of her body, lifting her shirt up and over her head. "How are you feeling?" He asked, placing kisses on her chest outlining the dark blue bralette she was wearing.

"Good," she whispered though "so damn good" would have been a better answer. Her body was raging and there was a knocking between her legs that could only be silenced by him.

He nodded, putting his lips everywhere but where they needed to be—her own. She was starved for them. "I've devised a plan to get you back into your groove."

"What is it?"

"You'll see," he said pushing his hands past her shorts, cupping her ass, his fingers sliding between her cheeks.

Miranda shivered and adjusted her hips so that she was sitting right in Ben's lap, their bodies disconnected by only four thin pieces of fabric. She curled her toes feeling little bits of sand between them, rough and dry. She jerked her head back. "Let's, uh… let's get ready for dinner," she told him rolling off his body not bothering to look at him. The disappointment on his face would rock her. She heard him sigh a curse as she turned on the shower water.

As they finished getting dressed, Ben stood behind her in the mirror. He looked so good in his white long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up halfway and a pair of navy khaki shorts that just stopped an inch or two above his knees. "You're wearing sandals to dinner?" She asked pointing at his feet sticking out of brown sandals.

"It's the Bahamas," he said in a snarky tone. He pointed at Mirror Miranda "Are you wearing that dress with that much thigh showing?"

Her spaghetti-strapped, white dress with a blue ombre design was long and had a split that she knew could give any of her elders a heart attack. She was going to go with black sandals, but instead had opted for a pair of three-and-a-half inch, tan-colored heels that wrapped across and above her ankles. "It's the Bahamas," Miranda mimicked, pushing her body into his. Heading to the restaurant that was down a beach a little, she realized that she hadn't taken any pictures since they arrived at the resort. She stopped her husband and pulled out her phone snapping a bunch. He took her device and held it up to get a better view of everything. When she looked at the picture, she saw that only the top of her head was showing. "Really?"

"Blame William and Elena, it's not my fault that you're…" He held up his thumb and pointer finger an inch apart. She reached over to hit him but he was already several steps away.

"Come back over here and take a better picture, please," she said whining a little.

He obliged and they were on their way again. "There they are! Miranda!" Janet said as they stepped up onto the wooden deck.

The restaurant was loud and it smelled so good, her mouth started salivating right then and there. She walked over to Janet and the woman brought her in for a hug. "Miranda, this is my Milo. Milo, Miranda."

Milo was very handsome, tan with grey hair that just brushed his shoulder. "It's so nice to meet you, Miranda. My Janet here has told me so much about you," he said with an accent that was just as Southern as Janet's.

"It's nice to meet you, too." Miranda reached for his hand, but he, too, pulled her in for a hug, kissing her cheek. "And this is my husband, Ben. Ben, Janet and Milo," she said slightly nervous though she didn't know why.

The three of them exchanged handshakes. "Let's go sit!" Janet said. Ben kept his hand on her hip as they maneuvered through the busy restaurant.

Drinks were already coming to the table and so was a basket of bread and bowl of salad. They dug into the food whilst getting to know one another. Miranda so desperately wanted to hate Milo and even keep Janet at arm's length, but they kept a smile on her face and she even noticed that Ben was really enjoying their company, too. A band arrived halfway through dinner and set up their instruments and began playing. "Dance with me, My Janet," Milo said pulling Janet to her feet. The woman had since kicked off her shoes and was following her man barefoot to the dancefloor.

Miranda and Ben watched them for a few minutes before he leaned over to her. "Want to dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Miranda replied taking his hand with one of hers and peeling off her shoes with the other. Ben knelt down to help her and when they locked eyes, she blushed. He kissed her leg before they moved to packed floor.

Ben spun her gently before they glued their bodies together. "This honeymoon has been absolutely great so far."

"Mhmm." The beats attached themselves to her hips and she swayed, holding onto her husband. "I'm having a good time. Even without the sex," she said without allowing her brain to filter.

He spun her a second time and her back landed on his chest. "Yes, sex is good, really good," he said in her ear. "But I don't need it."

Miranda nipples rose and she was glad she hadn't put on a bra or else the pain would be excruciating. "I do," she said reaching back to touch his head. He laughed in her ear and dropped a hand to her thigh. She held her breath, letting him ease to the heat between her legs through the slit in her dress. "I think that I'm ready to go back to the room."

"Yeah?"

"We need to get some sleep for snorkeling tomorrow."

"Hmm, snorkeling, huh?"

She nodded with a smile in her eyes. "Let's go."

At the table, Ben pulled out his wallet to pay and Milo stopped him. "It's on us," he told them.

"You don't have to do that," Ben argued lightheartedly. "We got it."

"I work a lot and My Janet has been mopey all week until Miranda here. This is on me."

"Well, thank you."

Miranda grinned. "Yes, Milo, thank you," she added as he took her hand kissing the back of it. In their room, the music could still be heard from the restaurant and the newly married couple continued dancing. The straps fell from her shoulders and he pushed them down some more. "So, about your plan…"

"Curious?" He asked as they moved to the fading sounds.

"Very," she breathed, scratching his scalp and kissing him slowly.

"I'll show you." They headed to the bed and Miranda couldn't stop herself from putting her lips on his chin while unbuttoning his shirt. His firm chest and abs were exposed and all she wanted to do was lick them. Which is what she did. She ran her tongue along his dark brown skin. Ben shoved his hands under her dress and pulled it over her head, sighing when he saw her naked breasts waiting for him. His lips attacked them starvingly.

She whimpered, gripping his head as he flicked her erect nipples. "Yes." She was having a hard time keeping her thoughts straight.

He gently pushed her on the bed and got on top of her kissing and licking down her body. She shuddered. "Relax, baby. You want this," he said. "No, you need this. And it's gonna feel good. I promise."

She listened to his voice and closed her eyes, sinking into it. "Okay."

"Okay, so first," he dipped his head between her legs, yanking her thong to one side, tucking it into the crease between her pussy and her thigh. "I'm going to devour you. All… night. Until you're dripping down my face. Can you handle that?"

Her heart was no longer beating. "W-what… uh, what am I supposed to do for you?" She asked.

"Scream." Fuck. She tapped on her husband's head as he dove his tongue into her. Her body twisted beneath his aggression and she whined loudly. Seconds later, he was lapping meticulously. And she was no longer thinking about how uncomfortable the thought of an orgasm had been making her and instead thought about Ben and his fingers inside of her, him groaning into her hairs and silky folds, pushing her toward a wildly inescapable finish. "You're so fuckin' wet and delicious." He raised his head still swirling her clit with a digit. "Taste."

Her wetness from his lips was immaculate. Their kiss was long and left her breathless. Miranda felt a tear slip down her face. I'm coming, she thought. "God…"

"Louder. You're too quiet, Miranda," he said.

She blushed as he went back to his rightful place, licking her pussy as she trembled underneath him. "Oh, my God!" Each time her husband's tongue skated between her leg, she beat on him, trying to bring him up, trying to release. "I can't hold it much longer!"

"A little bit more," he said back looking up at her over her stomach, his brown eyes dark. "Just a few… more… seconds."

Her chest was caving in and sweat decorated her face. She shook her head. She couldn't. "I can't. I'm… I'm…" Her body broke open and she cried out: "Damn it!"

"That's it. That's it. Come for me, baby," Ben told her as she was letting out a soft scream that took more energy than she had.

She exploded on his face. It rushed out of her like a fire hydrant that could only be capped by his mouth. "Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, God, baby!"

"Just let go," he encouraged. "Good girl." He continued to eat her out and the sounds of his sucking turned her on once more.

More tears streamed down her face as she writhed full of pleasure. It had been way too long since she'd orgasmed and it was taking a toll on her. Her legs were shaking and Ben was kissing her breasts while she hummed softly. "I love you," she said kissing his face. "I love you."

"I love you, too." There wasn't any doubt in her mind that he was the only one who could get her out of her head. He was the sweetest man she'd ever met, but in bed he was a fiend, only interested in making her feel good. And she felt so, damn good. Another finger was added and her body jerked happily. "I can't wait to fuck you," Ben said in her ear straightening her underwear.

It retracted onto her clit and she yelped, curling her toes. "Jesus Christ!"

"I thought I was God?" He asked.

"Shut up," she said tapping his face softly.

"Now… turn that ass over," he demanded while running a hand over his mouth.

Miranda hated that she was smiling and enjoying being controlled as she rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs in the air. She felt her husband lay on top of her and lick a line down her spine. At her ass, he parted her cheeks and nibbled her skin forcing a moan. He pried open her legs and teased a finger at the entrance to her throbbing honey pot. "More?"

"There's always more," he said before starting her up again.

Ben kept his word and by the end of the night, she was depleted. Her body didn't recognize this kind of torture and it felt like she'd been in the gym for hours on end. Her voice was hoarse and her legs spasmed even as she moved onto her side. "Ahh," she sighed. The tea he'd made for her sat on the nightstand, unsipped and cooling.

Looking toward the foot of the bed, she saw her husband staring at her with a smile on his face. He was kissing and massaging her feet. His khakis were still on and the lump in them signaled how ready he was. She gestured for him to come to her. "Yes?" She pointed at his pants. "Don't worry about it." She pouted. "I told you I was going to repay you for that stunt you pulled on the plane…" Her jaw dropped and he took the opportunity to kiss her. "Yeah, I didn't forget."

She laughed. "You deserved it."

"I know, but in public, woman?"

She cleared her throat, smiling. "I was trying to love you out loud," Miranda answered gathering a handful of her braids, letting them fall over her face before pushing them away. Clearly, she didn't know what to do with her hands. "I guess won't do it again," she kidded.

He picked up her hand. "You always go too far. Nobody even said all that," he chuckled, closing his eyes. She watched him until she could no longer keep her eyes open and then she was asleep.

They woke up late for the snorkeling excursion the next afternoon. Only by the grace of Janet's text message were they reminded and rushed around getting ready. Miranda and Ben met the other couple along with another small group who were staying in one of the other bungalows. The seven of them plus Luna and Rufi, a second member of the staff, set off on a large boat. "Alright," Rufi called out across the deck running a hand over his head. "If you're wearing a vest, make sure you're secure, but not too loose." Miranda checked hers for the millionth time. "And we have two rules."

Ben jabbed her gently. "You love rules." She mocked him with rolled eyes and twisted lips.

"Rule number one! Don't touch the fish! If you're touching it, you're killing it. Number two! Don't touch the reef! If you're standing up on it…"

"You're also killing it," Rufi said at the same time Miranda muttered: "We're killing it."

"Also, if you have any jewelry, take it off or get some 'lectrical tape and tape it down."

Miranda looked at her husband, blushing. She loved her wedding ring, but the idea of losing it several hundred feet underwater was not appealing. When she was about to pull it off, Ben stopped her. "Keep it on. I want those fish to know you're taken."

"What?" Janet squealed, laughing.

"Yeah, this is my woman and they better not try anything," he responded as Miranda shook her head lightheartedly wondering why she even married him.

A few miles from the shore, Miranda watched the others climb down the ladder, dropping into the water. Her nerves were shot to hell. Ben stood behind her with his arm around the small piece of skin showing through her black, high-waisted two-piece suit set. She was usually a one-piece bathing suit kind of person, but she'd sent a picture to Ben while trying it on and he insisted that she get it. "Scared?" He asked kissing the back of her head. It was nearly their turn.

"I'm cautious."

"Yeah, you're scared." She sucked her teeth. "I know Ms. 'I Gave Birth When a Bomb Was in the Building' isn't scared of no—Aye, Rufi! What kind of fish are in the water?"

"All of them," Rufi answered with a bright smile.

Miranda winced, grabbing the pool noodle Luna was holding out for her. "It's fine. I'll be with you," her husband said against her chin.

She picked up the cup of alcohol she'd recently put down and chugged it. "Let's go."

Trying to remember everything Luna had taught them, she floated next to Ben who wasn't wearing a life jacket. "Go on," Miranda said to him. "I'm fine." He nodded and took off as she kept her head above water for a while observing everyone else. Janet and Milo had long since moved away and she didn't see them for a while. The fish nibbled at her feet and she giggled to herself. Wanting to see them face to face, she finally got brave enough to dip her head beneath the cool, clear water.

"You got it!" She heard someone say as she popped up.

Miranda glanced around to see Luna give her a thumbs up. "Thanks!"

Twenty minutes later, most of the others were still in the water, but Miranda was done for and she climbed back on the boat. She shed her jacket and went to the bathroom to wash her hands before surveying the delicious buffet that Fabian had prepared that had been set up when everyone was in the water. With plate in hand, she helped herself to French Dip sliders and pasta salad. Ben spotted her and called out to her. "Baby!"

"Hi, honey!" She said, grabbing her phone, taking a few pictures.

He bobbed to the edge of the boat. "What are you doing up there, woman?!"

Miranda held up her plate and drink. "I'm snacking."

"Well, come back in. I want to snack on you."

"Later," she whisper-shouted.

"I can't wait," he smiled before swimming toward a group who were watching Rufi explain something while standing on a long board with a paddle in his hand. And she took a couple of pictures, zooming in on her husband's enthusiastic face. Full and satisfied, Miranda put down a towel, laying on it as the sun beamed on her skin. She closed her eyes and before she knew it, she was asleep. "Babe, we're back," Ben said rocking her shoulder a little. He placed a kiss on her cheek, brushing it with his nose.

Yawning, she opened her eyes. "Mmm… that nap was good to me," she told him rubbing her face.

"Yeah, I should have taken one," he chuckled. They trudged toward their bungalow waving goodbye to the other people and thanking Luna and Rufi.

Janet walked over to her as Ben jogged away heading for the bathroom. "What are the newlyweds getting into later?"

Miranda checked her watch. It was almost five. They needed to either make reservations or find something else outside of the cove. And she didn't know what else Ben had in mind, but sex was on the docket for her. "I don't even know," she lied. "What's up?"

"We were thinking of touring the island tomorrow if you guys wanted in," Janet replied, flashing a most polite Southern smile.

Bobbing her head side to side, Miranda took a second to think about it. "Let me ask Ben and I'll text you."

"Okay. Well, have a good evening." She winked and headed toward Milo who was waiting at the edge of the beach.

Ben was already showering when she opened the door. Getting a towel, she undressed, taking their wet swimsuits, putting them on the deck so they could dry. She sat on deck gazing over the island, happy that they were able to be back and that she was with the love of her life who was taking entirely too long in the shower. In the bathroom, she saw him leaning against the tile, snoring, the water falling around him. "Oh, my God," she laughed. "Benjamin Warren."

"Yeah, babe?" He said.

She smiled. "Come out. Go lay down. Get some rest before dinner."

"Mmkay." He kept the water running and started to walk past her doubling back and kissing her passionately, pushing her against the wall.

Miranda lifted her leg, wrapping it around him. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she swallowed another. "I thought you were tired?" She asked as he slipped his hand between her legs touching her tenderly.

"Oh, I am."

She grasped the back of his head, moaning as he fingered her. "Okay, okay, okay!" She told him, pushing him away. The way he made her feel so desirable was a change of pace from her last relationship.

"Open your mouth," Ben said kissing her lips before sharing her sweetness from his fingers. "And hurry up and shower. I need more."

"Fine. Get out," she said with a light chuckle grabbing his towel and pushing it toward him. He walked out of the shower, wrapping it around his gorgeous body, unknowingly tempting her. She stayed beneath the water for a long time scrubbing her skin and loosening her muscles. Half an hour later, Miranda emerged and entered the room where she was sure that her husband would be sleeping, but he was awake watching TV on the bed with only a pair of black boxer briefs on.

"Finally. How was your shower?"

She yawned. "Good. Yours?"

"Would have been better if you were there."

The butterflies in her stomach almost made her knees buckle, but she just waved her hand at him. "You're full of it," she said listening to his laugh. Taking his cue, she lay back on the bed in only a pair of dark green panties and a black tank top, curling next to him. Miranda had only been kidding before—he really was her best friend. They'd only been together for a few years, but there wasn't a thing in the world they couldn't talk about. Nothing they couldn't get through.

His hand traveled down her body stopping at her butt. Mischievously, she slapped his hand away. "You thought I was joking when I said I wanted more?" He said after a while. She looked up to see that he was still staring at the TV. She buried her face into his chest to extinguish the heat flying from her cheeks. "Yeah, I said it."

"You say too much."

"So I've heard."

"From whom?" She inquired, grabbing his chin.

He shrugged and her eyes lowered. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding."

"Don't make me get murderous." Miranda started to move away and he grabbed her wrist.

"I said I was kidding." In a swift movement, he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the bed. His mouth journeyed from her lips down her body stopping in all of the places that made her temperature rise.

Beneath his weight, she wiggled, moaning deeply while lifting a leg and hooking it onto his body. "Mmmm—Oh, God." Through his underwear she could feel him and she wanted him.

"I should have done this at home."

"Done what?" She asked.

"Taken my time with you," he began, swiping his tongue around her navel, "and making sure you were comfortable and relaxed. That would have taken some of the edge of our honeymoon off." He paralleled his face with hers. "And for that, Miranda, I'm sorry."

Touching his face, she pulled him in for a kiss. "S'okay, Ben." She was really starting to relearn her own body. Which is how she knew that she was much too everything—turned on, wet, in love. "I need you," she confessed.

"I love hearing you say that." Whispers of a smile flashed in his eyes past unsmiling lips. This was nearly enough for her. In this position, tempted. In this room with the TV a little too loud for the moment. Miranda's thoughts were broken up by Ben putting his fingers to her lips. She closed her mouth around them, sucking slowly before he removed them, pulling aside her panties, thrusting those same fingers inside of her without further notice. The thundering between her legs echoed the happening in her chest. She opened her mouth to scream, but only released a puff of air. "Damn…"

"A little deeper," she begged and he shook his head not wanting to bring her to her end so fast, but he could and she knew he could. Another minute or two and—"Ahhh…"

He chuckled lowering his lips to hers, brushing them together before full-on kissing her. "I love having you as my wife."

"You do?" She asked as his thumb crept across her clit. "Wh… what else?"

"You're so damn gorgeous, baby."

Miranda dug her nails into her skin feeling him flinch in her arms. "Mmm… and what else?"

"I want to make love to you."

"Then do it," she told him as he pushed down his boxer briefs. Miranda sat up and watched as he scrambled out of them unable to stop touching whatever part of him that she could find. It had been a long while since she'd needed to feel him in her. A tear staggered from her eye as he eased inside of her, her body remembering him immediately. His strokes started off slowly, trekking her toward a climax. "Benjamin!"

"Yes, Miranda?" He asked nibbling on her ear. His body shook telling her that he probably wasn't going to last long. She had to find a way to distract him.

"I've been waiting so long for this."

"Because its yours, baby," he told her going faster, licking the buds of her breasts through her shirt.

"It's mine?" She asked staring up at up, her eyes soft, knowing it drove him insane.

"Hell yeah, this dick…. Oh my, God, Miranda… is yours. Shit!"

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. "Fuck…" They were both sweating now and Miranda felt light-headed in the best way. Ben thrust into her hard and she screamed. "Oh, my God!" Her pussy clenched around him somehow making her wetter.

He dropped a hand between them tapping her furiously. "And this is mine."

"Sto… I'm about to come." She tried to push him away, but he took both of her wrists with one hand, stealthily turning her to one side. "Yes! Yes!" Her heart soared between her ears as they moved together, desperate to release. "Mmm… Yes, baby!"

His other hand slowed down its movements. "Shit, you feel good," he said and Miranda felt herself about to explode. Ripping her arm away, she began touching herself and seconds later, she was trembling and whining. The tears were back and he helped her to her original position, laying down on top of her, gripping her tightly. "I love you."

"I love you, Ben," she responded quickly, kissing his shoulder. She took a deep breath as he filled her more. "Lord, have mercy."

Ben's eyes rolled back. "Fuck, baby." She lifted her legs and he pushed them back; her feet lay flat against his bare chest. At this angle, he could see every bit of her in the late afternoon light. "Yeah, s… stay like that. Stay just like that. Ahhh… I'm about to come," he said calmly. His hips swiveled slowly and soon he was coming hard, shaking the bed. He groaned, "Damn, Miranda."

She quivered, her thighs tightening as she orgasmed for a second time. "Yessss." They shared a sweet kiss that was reminiscent of their first before he rolled off of her, falling on his back.

He put his hand to his mouth and kissed his palm, dropping it between her legs, laying it against her still exposed mound. "I sure have missed that."

She pushed his hand. "You're an ass."

"But am I wrong?"

She shook her head and reached for his softening dick, massaging it. "I've missed that, too." What a truth that was! Ben Warren was a great lover and she'd missed their closeness, missed rendering him powerless. "But I'm gonna need a little while to recover."

"Yeah, we're out of practice."

"Shut up!" Miranda cackled.

They faced each other and her braids fell like a curtain around her face. He separated them, flipping them over her head. "You want to know something?"

Miranda knew that whatever her husband was about to say was going to be seeped in truth. He couldn't help himself after sex. Neither could she. It just came barreling out of them. "I want to know whatever you want to tell me."

"You and Tuck are the most important people in my life. I love you two so much," he said. Goosebumps covered her arms at his admission. She stroked his head, waiting. "I know you want me to say more, but there's nothing else.

"That's enough for me." Her eyes began to close and he kissed her cheek.

"Wake up."

"Nooo," she said stretching the word out with a low growl.

Ben joined in, laughing, his beard tickling her. "We need to get something to eat." Miranda glanced up at him, pouting. "Oh, no, if I have to go out, you have to go, too."

"I married you for what then?" She asked him, swinging her jellied legs off of the bed.

He moved next to her kissing her back, making a curled trail toward her lips. "Because the sex is spectacular."

"I—" There was an equally racy reply on her lips, but she pushed it away and stood up. Going to the dresser, she pulled off her top, looking over her shoulder to see him raising a devilish brow. Before he could get his hands on her, she was in the bathroom with the door closed.