Page 33 of Along Came Amor
“Are you going to answer?”
She stared at the ringing phone in her hand for a long moment. Then she silenced it and tossed it into a pile of blankets they’d kicked aside during their lovemaking.
“No. There’s nothing I need to hear from her.”
Roman’s chest swelled with pride. It was clear it wasn’t easy for her to ignore the call. He wanted to ask more but stopped himself. If she wanted to tell him, she would.
Ava disentangled herself from his embrace and sat up, her dark curls tumbling enticingly over her shoulders.
“Look, Roman,” she began. “This is all... well, it’s amazing. Really.”
“But...?” Looked like the sharing portion of the evening was over.
She dipped her chin, as if she were feeling shy. As if they weren’t still naked, as if she hadn’t just had her gorgeous thighs wrapped around his hips, her mouth around his—
“But I’ve never done something like this before,” she went on. “And I think it’s best to be up front.”
He sensed her pulling away from him, and he didn’t like it. Acting on impulse, he cupped her ankle gently and slid his hand up her leg. “I agree.”
“I think you can understand why I don’t want more than... this.”
“Uh-huh.” He ran his hand over her knee. “I understand.”
“Just one perfect night, then back to my real life.” She glanced down to where his fingers caressed her inner thigh. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you. Should I stop?”
“No, but I—” Her cheeks reddened, and she lowered her voice. “I have to go clean up.”
“Ava.” His hand drifted nearer to his goal. “You’re not dirty.”
“But we just—”
“Sexis not dirty.”
She sent him a stern look that didn’t match the bashful lilt of her voice. “Roman. I’m still wet.”
God, she was delightful.
“I know,” he said, the words close to a purr. “I was licking you here earlier.”
She covered her face with her hands and mumbled, “Oh my god.”
“I want to do it again,” he said in her ear, just to see her reaction.
As predicted, her eyes went wide and scandalized.
“But you already...” She glanced down at his lap, where the condom he still wore was holding on by a hope and a prayer.
“I already came?” He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m finished giving you pleasure.”
“Even after we...?” She trailed off, like she couldn’t even say it. Like she couldn’t even contemplate that he’d want anything to do with her after he’d climaxed.
He trailed his fingers to the sensitive crease of her thigh. “Why not?”
While he enjoyed her demure responses—so at odds with her demeanor when in the throes of passion—he couldn’t stand her thinking he found any part of her body unappealing.
Uncertainty lurked in the hazel depths of her eyes. Like maybe she didn’t believe him, but she wanted to. She looked away again before she spoke.
