Page 29 of The Agent
“Define ‘something.’” She smiled without opening her eyes.
“The hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life,” he said without missing a beat.
She found that hard to believe, but it was gentlemanly of him to say so. “Ditto.”
He pretended to be insulted. “Ditto?!That’s the best you can do?”
“Brain fried. Can’t form sentences.”
His chuckle rumbled through her. “Good recovery.”
It felt so good to be skin to skin with this man, the angles and curves of his body pressing against hers in interesting ways. She grazed her fingers over the hair sprinkled across his chest, the texture uniquely masculine somehow. Or maybe that was just because the hair was attached to an overwhelmingly male body. The outside of his thigh lay against the inside of hers so she could feel the hard bulge of muscle there. And he radiated a delicious heat that made her nestle into him.
His other arm wrapped across her back. “You cold, sweetheart?”
“Not with you under me,” she said.
He chuckled. “I run a little hot.”
“It feels good. You feel good.” She wanted to lie there—her body sated and relaxed—for as long as she could.
His stomach growled.
“Ignore that,” he said.
“You’re hungry.”
“Only for you.” He gave her butt a squeeze.
She propped her hands on his chest and lifted her head to look at him. “Did you have lunch?”
He squinted in thought. “I don’t remember.”
“That’s a no. Let’s get you something to eat.” She tried to sit up but he didn’t release her.
“Give it a few minutes,” he said. “I like having a blanket of satisfied woman draped over me.”
“You need to keep your strength up so we can do, er,thisagain.” But she settled back down onto his chest.
“I don’t need food to do this again.” He kissed the top of her head. “You inspire me to superhuman efforts.”
“Superhuman? You think highly of your skills,” she teased.
“Only when combined with yours.” He was silent a moment before he said, “It makes me real happy that you want to dothisagain.”
“Did you think I was a one-hit wonder?”
“No, ma’am. Just that I’m one lucky cowboy.”
She laughed and let herself relax into him again. When was the last time she’d felt this good in a man’s arms? Matt had stopped holding her after sex years ago. He would finish and roll to his side of the bed, leaving her to bring herself to orgasm. He told her it was her fault that he found her so sexually uninteresting that he couldn’t be bothered with her pleasure.
The insidious sense of failure began to creep through her again, twining its ugly black tentacles through her mind and soul, so she shoved Matt back into the box she’d built for him. The black tentacles weren’t as easy to remove. Except when Tully was looking at her like she was the best thing since sliced bread.
Bread.Tully needed to eat. “Okay, cowboy, let’s get you fed.”
He sat up, hauling her with him. “I can cook for myself.”
“We’ll make it a joint effort.” She leaned off the bed to scoop up her panties and jeans from the floor.
