She giggled.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “We gotta get moving,” he said, stepping back. “Oh Christ.” He almost took her bra off again she looked so goddamn sexy with her pale breasts in high plump mounds above the scalloped cups. He almost gave in to temptation and had the clock not inopportunely chimed the quarter hour, he would have. Instead, he sucked in a breath, grabbed the velvet top, and quickly slid it over her head and down her arms. Adjusting the scoop neckline bordered in beaded glitter, he smoothed the delicate velvet down her rib cage.

“I can’t decide about panties,” he said.

“I can tell it’s a family party.”

“You’re right. Panties tonight.” He leaned over and smoothly slid two fingers into her succulent sex. “But I promised you one for the road. Interested?” When she didn’t answer other than to clutch his shoulders, he whispered, “That must be a yes.” Gracefully dropping to his knees, he spread her legs wider with a little nudge of his free hand, then leaned forward and added his tongue to his fingers, licking and sucking her clit while he lazily stroked her pulsing tissue, deep and slow, in a gentle ebb and flow, or side to side, or more forcefully and compellingly at times—his virtuoso skills well honed. Practice makes perfect was not just an idle phrase for Dominic Knight.

Kate’s world narrowed to soft, lambent sensation, to touch and feel, to the exquisite cadence and rhythm of Dominic’s fingers, to the benevolent performance of his mouth and tongue. To a simmering, seething, increasingly frantic delirium as he scissored his fingers open inside her for better access, reached for her G-spot, and licked it like a lollipop.

She captured his head in a viselike grip, wanting to preserve the intoxicating pressure, the wild, fierce glory, whimpering as flame-hot rapture ravished her senses, spiked through her core, left her quivering in limbo.

He drew his head back fractionally. “Ready, babe?”

Did she have to answer? Could she find the breath to answer? What if she couldn’t? She struggled to speak.

“It’s okay, Katherine,” he said gently. “I’ve got this.” Carefully forcing in a third finger, he slowly slid it in palm deep, until she was gorged, until every sleek bit of tissue was stirred and stretched, throbbing in time to the frantic beat of her heart. Then he dipped his head, recaptured the small nub of her clit, and sucked with tender, exquisite restraint.

She instantly climaxed with a familiar unbridled scream.

He smiled; there was no faking it with Katherine. Careful not to move his fingers, he waited until she slowly opened her eyes. “Satisfactory?” He glanced up from under his lashes.

She sighed and unflexed her fingers clamped in his hair. “As in completely mind-blowing, Mr. Knight.”

“Good to hear, Miss Hart,” he replied politely, sliding his fingers out, coming to his feet, touching his fingertips to his mouth. “Ummm… nice. If we weren’t going out, I’d leave your mark on me, but”—he gestured at a comfortable chair—“sit for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Dropping into the soft, cushiony chair upholstered in a sunny, surfing motif fabric, Kate basked in a warm post-orgasmic haze while the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Even when Dominic returned, she didn’t move. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I’m on pause.” She smiled at him. “My body’s in overload.”

“You’ll have time to wind down at the party. Then you’ll be ready again.” He grinned. “Because we’re on vacation.”

“Is that what a vacation means? Nonstop screwing?”

“I’ve never taken a vacation before. But nonstop screwing is definitely on my agenda with you. I hope you don’t mind?”

“And if I did?”

He glanced at her, flashed a smile. “I’d have to change your mind.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned, instantly tight and hot with longing, the undeniable power of his soft intimidation frightening—and recklessly compelling. “How do you do it? I’ve never been like this before, insatiable, constantly horny, seriously oversexed.”

“There’s no such thing as oversexed.”

Her brows shot up. “For you maybe.”

He smiled. “Then I can teach you. But not right now.” There were very few people in his life he chose to please, but Melanie had always been at the top of his list. “We gotta get out of here in the next few minutes.” Squatting between her legs with the effortless ease of killer muscles in perfect harmony, he wiped her sex with a washcloth, threw the wet cloth into the bathroom, then slipped on her a scrap of green lace that functioned as panties and a pair of black, skinny, cropped-leg jeans. That she was still in a minor trance didn’t deter him; he lifted her effortlessly, zipped and buttoned, said, “Perfect,” softly once, giving her a pat on her knee, then stood and disappeared into the closet.

“Open your eyes, babe.”

Jeez, had she dozed off? Although after countless orgasms in bed and her recent one for the road, maybe she had an excuse.

A calm, measured look. “Do you want coffee?”

She shook her head, forced herself into the present. “I’ll have a rum and Coke later. If your sister has rum.”

“I’m sure she does. So?” Dominic held up two pairs of shoes. “You chose.”

She smiled. “Really. You think I can handle it?”