mouth. One body. One person she visualized as she spiraled toward a climax.
The tension built like a carefully tended fire before erupting in a soft wave of pleasure that had her shaking and gasping for breath, even as she whispered one word, over and over.
His name.
She hadn’t even floated back to earth when she was interrupted by a stark ringing sound. Maddy sat bolt upright, her hand flying instinctively to the receiver.
She’d thought it incredibly silly to have a phone in the bathroom when she’d bought this condo last year. Looking back, however, she knew it was a good thing. She did enjoy her baths.
“Hello?”
“How did it go? Have you done him yet?”
Tabby. She should have known. She’d lay money her father had pronounced it to the world when she’d left for a lunch date today. Sinking back down in the water, she replied, “It was lunch. Just lunch.”
“But with him , right?”
Tabby had already pumped her for all the details of the bachelor auction, calling her late the night it had taken place. Maddy had somehow managed to remain noncommittal, pretending it had gone as planned and she hadn’t been affected by her prize .
“Maddy? Come on, spill. You did have lunch with that dark-haired, dark-eyed stud from the auction, didn’t you?”
“How do you know what he looks like?”
Her sister made a dismissive sound. “You probably described him really well on the phone.”
Possible, though Maddy remembered trying to be extremely nondescriptive and brief, not wanting to ever think about Jake Wallace again after that night. But she supposed she could have waxed a little poetic about the guy, under Tabby’s relentless prodding.
But something in her sister’s tone—a note of mischief, of amusement—made her suspect it wasn’t true. “I don’t think I described him that well.”
Silence.
And suddenly she figured it out. Gasping, she sat straight up in the tub again, nearly dropping the phone into the mountain of bubbles. “You were there!”
“Don’t be ridiculous…”
“You came to the auction. Despite all your claims about how you couldn’t be trusted and I had to be the one to do it, you went anyway.”
“Well, I couldn’t very well send you up against a professional without making sure you were okay.”
Against a professional… Mmm, she could think of worse places to be than up against that man’s rock-hard body. Especially after having experienced what just fantasizing about him could make her feel.
“After all, you are my baby sister.”
That was about one layer too thick. “Bullshit. I bet you were the one who told him how to find me, even after I intentionally left without giving him my name.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yeah, right .
“And don’t try to claim you were looking out for me,” Maddy added. “You were dying of curiosity.”
As usual, when busted, Tabitha didn’t even try to act repentant. “Well, it’s not every day all the rich bitches of this town go into heat over the same hound dog.”
“He’s not a…” She quickly bit her tongue, not wanting to give Tabby any more ammunition.
Too late. “Whoa-ho! You’re falling for him!”
“Of course I’m not.”
“But you want him.”
“Of course I do.” Maddy wasn’t one to prevaricate, either.
“So what’s the problem? Take him. You are in such desperate need of getting laid you might as well be wearing a Please Take Me sign.”
“Charming. Do you kiss your fiancé with that mouth?”
“My future husband is very proper. He hasn’t yet learned of the miraculous things I can do with my mouth,” Tabby said with a catlike purr. “But seriously, you know you want to have sex with that guy.”
“Any woman would,” she admitted.
“Of course they would. He’s gorgeous. It really is a good thing I talked you into doing it. I wouldn’t have been able to walk out of the hotel without at least a little taste.”
A little taste. Sounded yummy. Only,
The tension built like a carefully tended fire before erupting in a soft wave of pleasure that had her shaking and gasping for breath, even as she whispered one word, over and over.
His name.
She hadn’t even floated back to earth when she was interrupted by a stark ringing sound. Maddy sat bolt upright, her hand flying instinctively to the receiver.
She’d thought it incredibly silly to have a phone in the bathroom when she’d bought this condo last year. Looking back, however, she knew it was a good thing. She did enjoy her baths.
“Hello?”
“How did it go? Have you done him yet?”
Tabby. She should have known. She’d lay money her father had pronounced it to the world when she’d left for a lunch date today. Sinking back down in the water, she replied, “It was lunch. Just lunch.”
“But with him , right?”
Tabby had already pumped her for all the details of the bachelor auction, calling her late the night it had taken place. Maddy had somehow managed to remain noncommittal, pretending it had gone as planned and she hadn’t been affected by her prize .
“Maddy? Come on, spill. You did have lunch with that dark-haired, dark-eyed stud from the auction, didn’t you?”
“How do you know what he looks like?”
Her sister made a dismissive sound. “You probably described him really well on the phone.”
Possible, though Maddy remembered trying to be extremely nondescriptive and brief, not wanting to ever think about Jake Wallace again after that night. But she supposed she could have waxed a little poetic about the guy, under Tabby’s relentless prodding.
But something in her sister’s tone—a note of mischief, of amusement—made her suspect it wasn’t true. “I don’t think I described him that well.”
Silence.
And suddenly she figured it out. Gasping, she sat straight up in the tub again, nearly dropping the phone into the mountain of bubbles. “You were there!”
“Don’t be ridiculous…”
“You came to the auction. Despite all your claims about how you couldn’t be trusted and I had to be the one to do it, you went anyway.”
“Well, I couldn’t very well send you up against a professional without making sure you were okay.”
Against a professional… Mmm, she could think of worse places to be than up against that man’s rock-hard body. Especially after having experienced what just fantasizing about him could make her feel.
“After all, you are my baby sister.”
That was about one layer too thick. “Bullshit. I bet you were the one who told him how to find me, even after I intentionally left without giving him my name.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yeah, right .
“And don’t try to claim you were looking out for me,” Maddy added. “You were dying of curiosity.”
As usual, when busted, Tabitha didn’t even try to act repentant. “Well, it’s not every day all the rich bitches of this town go into heat over the same hound dog.”
“He’s not a…” She quickly bit her tongue, not wanting to give Tabby any more ammunition.
Too late. “Whoa-ho! You’re falling for him!”
“Of course I’m not.”
“But you want him.”
“Of course I do.” Maddy wasn’t one to prevaricate, either.
“So what’s the problem? Take him. You are in such desperate need of getting laid you might as well be wearing a Please Take Me sign.”
“Charming. Do you kiss your fiancé with that mouth?”
“My future husband is very proper. He hasn’t yet learned of the miraculous things I can do with my mouth,” Tabby said with a catlike purr. “But seriously, you know you want to have sex with that guy.”
“Any woman would,” she admitted.
“Of course they would. He’s gorgeous. It really is a good thing I talked you into doing it. I wouldn’t have been able to walk out of the hotel without at least a little taste.”
A little taste. Sounded yummy. Only,
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