Page 49 of Mayfair Madame
I reached up and took one of her breasts in my hand, the other on my nipple, pinching and twisting.
Sex with Kate had been predictable, perfunctory by the end of our relationship, but with Naomi it was thrilling, sensual, and downright fucking sexy.
I held my breath, balanced on the precipice. One more thrust of her hips and I fell into the abyss.
“God, Naomi. Don’t stop.” I rode a high, my clit tingling and pulsing as she wrung every ounce of energy from me. She hit her orgasm seconds later with a yell.
“Yes. Fuck, that’s good.” She continued to buck until finally she slumped over. “Jesus, Ellie. That’s twice now you’ve left me barely able to speak. I’m not sure I could even stand at this point.”
“Then don’t.” I felt the same, as if I were floating on a cloud. I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. “Lie with me.”
We snuggled beneath the covers, Naomi wrapped tightly around me, her breath soft in my ear.
“I’ve missed this,” I said in a rare moment of honesty.
“Missed what?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Being held. It’s been a while.” I sighed and drew her arms tighter around me. “If I could stay here…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, emotions overtaking me. I knew without a doubt I was falling for Naomi, despite only knowing her for a week. Did she feel the same?
“You don’t have to leave. But you know, with the job I do, I cut myself off from my emotions. I’ve been burnt so many times before, I refuse to let myself get attached or involved. But the moment I saw you, Ellie, I knew you were different.”
How had this happened? Falling for someone so quickly, it was like something from a movie or one of the romance books my mum read, where the protagonists fall madly in love from the moment they met. Was there such a thing as love at first sight?
“I’m no different from anyone else.” And I wasn’t. What could I offer a woman who had everything? The clothes, the apartment, the friends.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You are different. I said it before, but you are kind and brave. Fuck, Ellie, you dived into the water after a man you didn’t know. Most people would have waited, but not you.”
“He almost died.”
“As did you. For a moment there, I thought I’d lost you before I’d got to know you.”
She was right. Other than last night and our confessions, we knew nothing about each other. That needed to change.
Maybe it was my heroic life-saving skills or perhaps drowsiness from our lovemaking, but my eyelids grew heavy.
I mumbled an answer, incoherent to even me, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Naomi
Iwatched as she slept, her rhythmic breathing soft in the room’s quiet. We might have been in the centre of London, but up here in the penthouse suite, the noise was muffled, if not silent.
What was it about her that drew me in? Yes, she was beautiful; her curves sensual, but it was more her nature. How she’d cared for me with such tenderness, and her tenacity and courage saving someone she didn’t know.
Someone she could have easily lost her life saving. I hadn’t even noticed her removing the life vest, so swift was her response, but I was seeing how selfless she could be. If only she could see how important she was to others and now to me.
It had been a long time since I’d shared my bed, but lying here with Ellie seemed the perfect place to be.
I drifted off to sleep, content for the first time in a long time, my head calm.
I woke in a panic, my heart racing, skin damp, and Ellie down looking at me, terror in her eyes.
“What the fuck, Naomi. Are you okay?” I flinched as she touched my shoulder, momentarily unaware of my surroundings.
Was I okay? It’d been a while since I’d gone down that path. Remembering the room in all its detail.
