Good Karma (55 page)

“You should be doing this for me, you know.”
He swirled his fingers over his nipples and made a face. Out of
nowhere, he said, “Do I make you randy, baby?” in his best Austin
Powers voice.

Karma howled with laughter, waving her hand
in front of her. “Stop! Just stop!”

He dropped his hands from his chest and fell
into laughter with her. “Was that good or what?” He reached forward
and picked up the next card on the deck. “I sounded just like
him.”

“Not,” she said.

“Hey, I thought it was pretty good.” He
looked at the card. “Austin Powers rocks.”

“And, just like that, the sexy moment of a
few minutes ago is gone.”

With a smirk, he said, “Well, let’s get it
back. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Oh, now…I
do
like this one.” Mark
trailed the tip of his finger across his bottom lip and sat
forward. “Starting at my lips…” he paused and met her gaze. “Kiss
your way to your favorite part of my body.”

This could definitely bring back some of the
sexy mood his Austin Powers impression scared away.

Mark set the card down and settled into the
cushions, one arm slung over the back of the couch. “I wonder what
the lady’s favorite body part is?” He tapped his fingers on his
leg.

She slid to the floor between his knees,
hands on his thighs. “I guess you’ll find out.” She kissed his
mouth, lingering for an extra few seconds, then pulled away and
kissed the side of his neck.

“Where will she go? Where, oh where?” His
voice rumbled quietly.

Down his neck to his shoulder, she left a
trail of soft kisses. She continued to his biceps, where she nipped
him with her teeth before skimming her tongue to the crook of his
elbow, where she licked back and forth along the crease. Then she
kissed down the underside of his forearm to his wrist and finally
to his hand. As she swirled her tongue against his palm, she lifted
her gaze and found him staring glassy-eyed at her, his eyelids
heavy and his lips parted. She turned over his hand and kissed the
back of each of his fingers.

“Who would have thought my hands were an
erogenous zone?” he said huskily.

She smiled and sat back on her heels.

“So, my hands are your favorite body part?”
he asked.

“Yes.”

He grinned. “Do you want me to show you what
my favorite part of your body is?”

“Isn’t it my feet?”

“Well, there is that, but no. There’s another
part of you I like just a little better?”

“My butt?”

He sat forward and rested his elbows on his
knees, shaking his head. “No. Come here.” He lightly grabbed her
shirt and pulled her forward. “It’s this.” He lifted his mouth to
her eyelids. As she closed them, he kissed one then the other. She
opened them again, and they shared an intimate moment, gazes
locked, and then he gestured toward the cards. “Your turn,
honey.”

He had started calling her “honey” and “baby”
lately, and she liked it. He didn’t say it like Daniel did. When
Mark called her “honey,” it came out sounding as easy as a breath,
and just as tender.

“Truth or dare?” she asked.

“I’ll try dare again. It’s got to be better
than the last one.”

She giggled. “Don’t be so sure.”

“What? Come on, don’t do this to me.”

Her giggle turned to outright laughter. “Pull
your shirt up and do a sexy belly dance.”

He flopped back on the couch. “Oh good God!”
Sighing, he stood and quickly shimmied his hips then sat back down
and grabbed the next card.

“Hey! That wasn’t a belly dance.” Karma
smacked his leg.

“That’s as good as it’s gonna get, sister.
Truth or dare?”

“Fine. Truth.” She sat back and crossed her
arms.

“What’s a sex position we’ve never attempted
that you’re dying to try?” Smug satisfaction oozed over his face as
if he were opening his mental Karma file and preparing to amend
it.

“Well…” She nibbled her bottom lip. “There is
this one story I read in one of my books that’s kind of stuck with
me.”

“Oh? And what position did the participants
in this story engage in that made you like it so much?”

She lowered her voice and cringed with
embarrassment. “Doggy style.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot high into his forehead.
“Oh really. Is that so?” He sat forward, suddenly fully interested
in the conversation.

“Yes.” She flopped sideways to the floor and
buried her burning face in her hands.

His dark chuckle suggested he was definitely
amending his Karma file. “I’ll have to see what I can do about
that. I’m actually kind of surprised I haven’t shown you that, yet.
Wait. What about that shower we shared at my place? Doesn’t that
count?”

He had taken her from behind in the shower,
but she didn’t count that as doggy style since she hadn’t been on
all fours. “I want it on a bed.” Something about being held face
down on the bed while he took her from behind just…well…it
really—as in
really
—worked her up.

“I see.”

Karma was still lying on the floor, covering
her face, when she felt the edge of a card flick against her
fingers. She drew her hands away and saw that he had picked up the
next card for her and was waving it in front of her face, his gaze
dark and mischievous.

She took it and sat up with a resigned sigh.
“Truth or dare?”

“I’m banking on dare.” He crossed his
fingers. “This time I’m catching a break. I can feel it.”

Karma read the card and burst into laughter.
Mark groaned and threw his head back on the couch.

She cleared her throat. “Speaking of doggy
style…your dare is to get on all fours and playfully spank your
booty in a naughty way.”

“Oh, Christ!” He slapped his hands over his
face. “Are you kidding? I cannot catch a fucking break with this
game.”

“Giddyup, little pony!”

Mark slammed his palms on the cushions on
either side of his hips. “You’ll get yours.”

“You keep saying that, but so far it’s not
happening. Now get down here and smack that ass, Mark.” She scooted
out from between his feet to the other side of the coffee
table.

Grumbling under his breath, Mark joined her
on the floor and reluctantly got on all fours, smacked his butt a
few times, then sat down cross-legged. “Happy?”

“I’ll accept that. You have been getting some
pretty lousy cards.”

“Thank you, and yes I have.” He picked up the
next. “Truth or Dare?”

“I’ll take dare this time.” Hopefully it
would be another good one.

A slow grin crept over Mark’s face, and he
looked like he had just discovered the secret of the Holy Grail.
“This one card makes all the shit cards I’ve received worth it.” He
licked his lips. “Are you ready for this?”

This was either going to be very good or very
embarrassing. Possibly both. “Sure. Bring it.” She waved him
on.

“Using only your
feet
,” he said with a
pop of his eyebrows, “caress your way from my ankles to my inner
thighs and back again.”

The reason for his excitement became
glaringly apparent. As much as he loved her feet, he had never
asked her to do anything fetishy. But now he was going to get his
dream come true, all because of this sexy game.

“How do we do this?” she said, taking off her
socks, determined to give him the best fetishy foot feast she
could. This game had been her idea, hadn’t it? And this one dare
would prove just how far she’d come in her quest to shed her old,
shy ways.

He gestured toward the couch. “You might find
it easier if you sit on the couch.” He pushed the coffee table out
of the way while she hopped up and took a seat. A few seconds
later, he slipped out of his sweats, leaving on his undershorts.
Then he situated himself in front of her and opened his legs,
wearing a hungry smile. The revitalized tent in his shorts
expressed his eagerness.

She had never done anything like this but was
willing to give it a shot if it turned Mark on. “Okay, like this?”
She pressed her toes to the insides of his ankles and smoothed them
up his calves.

“Mmm, yes.” He heaved a heavy sigh and leaned
back on his arms.

She pushed the soles of her feet past his
knees and curled her toes against his inner thighs. His erection
bobbed and briefly strained the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs.
He liked this more than she anticipated. She continued the upward
climb along his inner thighs and pushed her toes under the bottom
hem of his shorts, making him groan.

“I know it’s not part of the dare,” he said,
“but I’d love it if you would keep going.”

“Keep going?”

He pushed the waist of his shorts down and
blinked almost drunkenly.

“You want me to put my feet on you?”

“Please…yes.” His muscles flexed and bunched
under his skin, making his body appear to be in constant, fluid
motion. And it was damn near the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. But
then Mark himself was the damn sexiest man she’d ever met.

Cautiously, she lifted her right foot and
gingerly placed it at the base of his cock. Yes, she was beginning
to like that word a bit better for his
junk
.

Mark moaned low and deep and dropped his head
back.

She liked the way he responded. She spread
her toes and rubbed up his shaft, her big toe and second toe
massaging up either side, all the way to the head, where she rubbed
her toes around and around. Something slippery coated the bottoms
of her toes, and she spread it down the shaft. Mark groaned and
stared, eyes hooded.

“Am I doing okay?”

“Better than okay.” He sighed and squirmed,
watching her foot rub slowly up and down.

After a couple more minutes, he gently pushed
her foot away and pulled his shorts back up. “Thank you, but I
think I have to stop you.”

“Why’s that?” she flirted. “Getting to be too
much for you?” She skimmed her toes down his calves.

“Something like that, yes.” He picked up the
next card on the deck, sat forward, and handed it to her. “The next
time we do that, we’re using baby oil.” He kissed her. “By the way,
dare. My luck has to get better at some point.”

She grinned, looked at the card, and read,
“Place steamy kisses all over my face…except on my lips.”

“Finally, a good one.” He pulled himself to
his knees, pushed her legs apart, and leaned in to kiss the tip of
her nose. “Now this I can do.”

He left a blazing trail of kisses all over
her face. Her nose, her cheeks, across her forehead, even her
eyelids again, then he kissed along her jaw. Pressing near to her
ear, he said, “Dare me.”

“But you don’t have a card,” she whispered.
Her pulse hammered in her veins.

“I don’t need one.”

“Dare then.” She was game for
improvisation.

He licked her earlobe then said softly, “I’m
going to whisper one sexy command into your ear. You must follow
it.”

“Okay.” The timbre of his voice hinted of
wicked decadence.

“Go into the bedroom,” he whispered, “take
off your clothes and lie down on the bed.” He kissed the tender
place just behind her ear. “Then wait for me to join you.” He
rocked backward, took her hands, and pulled her off the couch as he
stood.

With one final heated glance his direction,
she tore herself away and went to the bedroom. She closed the door,
stripped, and then crawled into the center of the bed and lay down
on her back.

A check of the clock on the nightstand showed
they had been playing their naughty game for almost an hour. An
hour of foreplay. And didn’t Karma know it. Her body was alive and
tingling, and her muscles quivered with anticipation. A pool of
moisture slicked between her legs in the most debauched way, and
abandon ruled her emotions. She was a woman quickly becoming lost
to the pleasures Mark showed her, but which for so long she had
thought would never be hers.

The door opened a few seconds later, and her
anticipation spiked. He was naked, and his ruddy erection stood
high and proud.

Without a word, he took her scarf from the
pile of folded clothes on the dresser and slowly walked all the way
around the bed, his gaze devouring her from every angle as he
played the fabric through his fingers. Then he returned to the foot
of the bed and stopped, playing the gauzy material loosely around
one hand before unwinding it and placing it on the foot of the
bed.

“Roll over for me.” His rich voice
purred.

She did as instructed, and he rubbed the
soles of her feet. The mattress shifted as he climbed behind her
and smoothed his hands up her ankles, calves, thighs, to her butt.
His weight pressed forward as his hands continued up her back, to
her arms, and then finally to her hands before skimming their way
back along the path just traveled as he sat up and straddled her
hips. His erection rested against her backside.

“Lift your head for me,” he said.

She did, and the scarf came down over her
eyes, blocking out the light coming in through the wall of windows
on the east side of the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” He knotted the scarf at the back
of her head. “Too tight?”

“No.” It was just right. “What are you going
to do to me?” She had never been blindfolded and had to admit it
excited her. With any other man, it probably would have scared her,
but this was Mark, a man she had come to trust. She knew he
wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.

He kissed the back of her shoulder. “I’m
going to give the lady what she said she’s always wanted, but
first…” He rolled her onto her back again. “A little fun.”

She felt the mattress shift as he left.

With her sense of sight taken away, all her
other senses were on high alert. And had he just said he was going
to take her from behind? Was that what he meant by saying he was
going to give her what she wanted?