Page 127 of Forbidden Kisses
I buried my head in her neck, but it was no use. Our groans were loud and unrestrained. I was certain the entire street could hear us.
She was shaking and breathing rapidly. Even after my orgasm, I didn't pull out of her; I just held her against me, making sure I was supporting her. Then she dropped her headonto my shoulder, tilting it so her cheek pressed against my clavicle. Her left hand was on my thigh, gripping it tightly.
"Duncan," she murmured.
"Let's lie down, Riley, so we can catch our breath."
We both simply collapsed next to each other on the mattress. She was smiling. Her face was completely flushed, her hair messed up. Had I gripped it before? Probably, though I couldn't remember.
In fact, I couldn't remember anything else, except that this woman and I belonged together.
Riley
After cleaning up, I came back to the bedroom, but Duncan wasn't there.
"Duncan?" I asked loudly.
"I'll be right back!”
I lay down on the bed, watching the door. It was so glorious to be here with him all alone.
He walked back to bed, to me, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. I pouted. "Why did you put on your pants?"
He winked. "I had my reasons.”
“But my roommates won’t be back for a while, right?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.
"No. Don't worry about that. I bribed them well enough to spend the whole day out of the house."
"You have got to tell me what you did to make them wake up earlier than noon."
"I have to keepsomesecrets,” I said with a wink. “Who knows when I'll need them again?"
I stood on my knees on the bed, watching as he uncorked the bottle and then poured wine in the glasses, handing me one. I smelled it and knew already that this was one of the best wines I’d ever had. It smelled exquisite. He twirled his glass slowly.
"And Knox offered the bottle to you?”
“Yeah, but let’s not talk about him right now," Duncan said, shaking his head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because this is our moment."
I put my glass down, and so did he. Then I pressed both hands on his shoulders, kissing his chest. At least he left that unclothed.Thank heaven for small mercies.
"I want you naked again," I said.
He groaned, but before he could say anything else, I undid the button of his jeans and tugged them down. A thumping sound followed and then a metal one, as if a key had hit the floor.
"I think you had something in your pocket."
"Fuck," he exclaimed.
With a groan, he lowered himself to the floor.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't worry about it."
