Page 125 of Not the Plan

The smile that blossomed across his face illuminated the room.

“Move in with you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “For a trial run. Just to see what it would be like to live together. Would you like that?”

“I would love that.” He slackened his grip around her, lettinghis hands slide down her arms. “I’ll grab some things; you head home. I have a quick errand to run then I’ll meet you there, okay?”

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A bouquet of white roses popped up in front of her when she opened her apartment door thirty minutes later.

“Karim! Where did you find a florist open this time of night?” she asked, accepting them as he stepped inside, duffel bag on his shoulder, a suit bag in his other hand.

“Let’s just say that I may or may not have mapped out all of the florists near your apartment in case of a flower emergency.” His smile sent warm tingles all through her.

“Thank you, baby,” she said, stepping aside to let him in.

“Come on,” she said, reaching for his suit bag. “Made some room in the closet and the dresser.”

He followed, sliding his duffel onto the foot of the bed as she took out his suit. They made quick work of putting his things away. Returning from putting the roses in a vase, she stopped at the closet.

“You know,” she said. “I like that. I like that very much.”

“What?” He stood behind her, arms around her.

“Your clothes. Hanging next to mine.”

“Mmm,” he sighed, bending to caress her cheek with his. “Me too. I like that too.”

“Do you need anything else, baby?” she asked.

“Yes,” he whispered. “You.”

She let her head fall back against him as he tightened his arms around her, nuzzling in to kiss a spot below her ear.

“I missed you,” he breathed against her skin.

“I missed you.” She turned in his arms, their kiss morphing quickly from sweet to passionate. She managed to catch one sharp breath in the moment his lips went from hers to her neck before a high-pitched gasp escaped her. She reached for the hem of his shirt, and he released her to get rid of his glasses before he ripped it off himself. He pulled her shirt over her head and bent to kiss the rise of her breasts. She slid to sit on the edge of the bed. Hewas on his knees between her legs. His eyes were locked on hers as he pushed her skirt up and slid her panties off. He leaned forward, and she leaned back.

“Karim.” She gasped, her hand in his hair. He had her groaning and writhing in a matter of seconds. He was gentle and forceful. She wanted to watch but had to lie back as her body responded and her hips rocked, her thighs spreading wider.

“Karim!”

He grunted and looked up at her. A smile sparkled in his eyes.

“Yes! Yes…make me come for you…”

He groaned deep and his fingers began to move inside her. His free hand pushed her legs farther apart. She lost all sense of time. The only thing she was aware of was him and what he was stoking inside her.

“Karim!” Her thighs shook; there was no air to be found. He reached up and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her bra as he pressed his teeth against her clit. Her orgasm was so intense that she had tears in her eyes when it subsided.

He tugged at the waist of her skirt; she helped by getting rid of her bra. Shuffling herself up to the pillows, she watched as he finished undressing and climbed up the bed toward her on all fours. She gasped again, feeling stalked, hunted. The thought had her chest rising and falling again, something the hunter appeared to enjoy. His wicked smile appeared as he cuffed her ankle with one hand, sliding his parted lips up her calf. She wriggled, panting, and he smiled again as he switched to the other leg, teasing the inside of her thigh with the stubble on his chin.

“Karim.” She moaned, reaching for his face to bring him closer, faster. It took little work for him to push her to impatience. He grinned again, wicked, and slowed down. His lips brushed hers, then he pulled away. She tried to follow, to deepen the kiss, but he wouldn’t let her. She let out a growl of frustration and he chuckled, moving closer, back over her, his hands cradling her head, fingertips stroking her hairline. He gazed deep into her eyes, surprising her with the heat and pressure of his cock against her labia. She sighed.

“Why, Isadora?” He sighed. “What are you doing with me? You could have anyone. Why me?”

The pain in his voice was much softer than when he’d asked her before. He sounded less hurt than surprised.Enough is enough,she thought.Time to stop being a coward.

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