He lifted his head and moved forward to press a kiss to her mouth. “Miranda?”
She gave him a hesitant smile, but said nothing.
His hands moved over her br**sts and he pinched both ni**les at once, causing her body to jolt. The blurry, dazed look returned to her eyes, and then quickly faded again.
“What are you thinking, Mir?”
She bit her lip—fuck, that did amazing things to his c**k when she did that—and then glanced away.
He pinched both her ni**les again, harder—and she yelped.
“Miranda,” he said in a husky voice. “Don’t make me bite you into a confession.”
She shivered at that, but he couldn’t tell if it was a good shiver or a bad one.
“I was just…I’m enjoying myself,” she said after a moment. “Really.”
But what? He watched her face, then watched her expression as his thumbs gently brushed over the tips. That flutter of excitement passed over her face again, then quickly disappeared, followed by the faintest line between her eyebrows, as if she were concentrating very hard and somehow failing. Did she think she needed to come already? Because hell, they were just getting started.
He slid back down over her, pressing kisses to her neck and collarbone before returning to her br**sts. Damn, he liked her br**sts. He plumped one breast in his hand and then licked the nipple like he would an ice cream. “So,” he said casually. “I knew a girl once who could get off on nipple play.”
Her expression became bewildered, then flustered. Her hands pushed at him. “Why are you telling me this right now, you creep?”
Dane pinned her arm over her head again, his face leaning in close to hers. Her arm over her head left her breast high and arching, and he reached out to casually play with the nipple, toying with the tip, enjoying the goose bumps his touch left behind on her skin. “I said that I knew one girl, Miranda. One. She was one of the locker room bunnies that would show up and hope to bang a player. My buddies passed her around for a while. She’d show up at every home game, looking to score, and she’d come over the smallest touch. And she came a lot. She was noisy as hell, too. She really liked having her br**sts touched, and she’d come as soon as someone touched her there.”
Miranda’s glare could have melted steel. She’d gone completely stiff in his arms.
“One time I went in to the locker room and noticed that she was in there, waiting for one of the guys to pay attention to her, and in the meantime, she was rubbing herself up against a doorknob, and getting off.”
Her glare turned into a smothered laugh. His own smile returned, and he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss. “She was the only girl I’d ever known who could get off on some guy touching her ni**les. Most girls require a lot more work and a lot more foreplay, and I don’t want you thinking there’s something wrong with you because you can’t get off on doorknobs.”
She laughed, that sultry little giggle that she always tried to smother but leaked out anyhow. His c**k went even harder at the sound. He was going to lose control if he didn’t start thinking about something unsexy. Like hockey. That always made his dick want to shrivel.
“Understand what I’m saying?” he said huskily, teasing that perky nipple. Fuck, he loved touching her br**sts. He could caress them all night, and he told her so. Her eyes widened at that, and the soft, melting look returned to her eyes. “When I touch you, Miranda,” he said softly, “I don’t expect you to shatter instantly. I expect you to enjoy it and tell me what you like. Understand?”
She bit her lip again, and nodded. “I wasn’t a virgin the other night, you know. I realize that I seem like a big nervous idiot, but I just want you to know—”
“You don’t have to explain to me,” he said huskily. “Just let me touch you. I enjoy touching you.”
Miranda hesitated, then relaxed underneath him.
Clearly Miranda wasn’t used to men moving slowly in bed. That was a shame. Maybe she rushed them, trying to speed along the inevitable. Not him. He could spend all night playing with her br**sts, teasing her body just to watch her reactions. But if he was losing her, that wasn’t good. He sat up, and moved his hands to her belt.
Her body tensed underneath him, her eyes wide as she watched him undo the button on her shorts and lower the zipper.
Her stomach moved up and down with her excited breathing, but when he looked up at her face, she showed anticipation…and a hint of nervousness. If she’d had o**l s*x, she hadn’t had it often, he decided. And he determined right then and there that she was going to enjoy it with him.
He lifted her hips off the ground and pulled the shorts down off her legs, tossing them aside. All that was left was a tiny pair of panties low on her hips, a charming pink ruffle on the waistband.
As if sensing his thoughts, her hands flew to the panties protectively. “You can’t rip these. They’re my favorites.”
Dane grinned down at her. “Better take them off fast, then.”
She lifted her hips and slid them down with a quick shimmy, then pushed them aside.
He moved between her legs, forcing them to part, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it on the blanket next to her clothing. He wanted to take his shorts off, but right now that was the only thing keeping him from sliding between her legs and f**king her right away, so he left them on. He groaned when her fingertips slid over his stomach, tracing his muscles.
“You have an amazing chest,” she said in a soft, low voice filled with wonder. “It looks so perfectly formed—like a sculpture.” Her fingertips trailed to his belly button and brushed the line of dark hair on his stomach, moving to the waistband of his pants.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice husky. He slid down on the crinkling blanket, kissing her belly again. The quiver returned to her body, her skin reacting with shivering goose bumps every time he kissed it. He kissed her belly button, then moved lower, and she began to tense underneath him. He reached up and took her hand in his, twining her fingers with his own even as he kissed the soft skin lower. “You just tell me if you want me to stop, all right?”
She laughed, the sound a little nervous. “Why would I ever tell you to stop?”
Ah, bravado. He recognized it well. He said nothing, simply continued to kiss the soft crease between thigh and pelvis, running his tongue along it in a way that made her body tremble. Then he placed one hand over the warmth of her mound, and she jumped slightly.