Page 64 of Tour Wars
She rocked her hips, urging him on. She was so tantalizingly close that she couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping. “My…my Bronze Age theories,” she gasped. “What about those?”
He placed soft pecks along the inside of her thighs, his breath warm and seductive. “Your theories are so messed up. No basis in reality. You’ll never convince me climate change caused the collapse of the Bronze Age. Not in a million years.”
“Ohhhhh. I’m right, and you know it. You just…” She gasped again as he dove in, burying his face between her legs, licking her sweet center until she shuddered with pleasure. “You…just can’t admit it.”
“I’llneveradmit you’re right.”
She raked her hands through his hair, digging her nails into his scalp. “TJ?”
“What? More?”
“Yes, but can you stop talking? Please?”
Because right now, she couldn’t focus on anything except what he was doing with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to her peak. It felt so good, like bathing in an icy-cold waterfall after spending hours trekking in a steamy jungle. As the tension built up inside of her, she moaned and clutched the sheet, poised to jump off that cliff into a shimmering pool of pleasure. The orgasm hit her hard, the sensations rolling over her like a tidal wave, churning her up until she was wrung out on the shore.
And then he did it again.
By now, she was panting, her heart thudding, her entire body trembling. With a breathy plea, she begged him to stop. Her nerve endings were so sensitive she couldn’t handle a third time. When he faced her with a cocky grin, his lips wet with the taste of her, she burst out laughing. “How is it you brag about everything exceptthat?”
“You liked it, huh?”
“Did you not hear me?” Hopefully, the walls were sturdy enough that their neighbors hadn’t gotten an earful.
“You sounded so sexy. Are you okay to keep going, or do you need a moment to recover?”
“Keep going. Please.” She waited until he’d taken off his boxer briefs and flung them aside. Reaching down, she guided him inside of her. But when he didn’t move, she caught his eye. “Areyouokay?”
“I’m great. Just trying to figure out how to make this last longer than thirty seconds. Listening to you moan was the most intense turn-on ever.”
She loved how honest he was. Honest and funny and completely TJ. She ran her nails along the ridge of his spine. “Do you want me to talk about seeds for a while? Or remind you my GRE scores were four points higher than yours?”
He laughed. “My cumulative GPA was higher. By half a percentage point.”
She grabbed his butt and gave it a squeeze. “What if I called you atreasure hunter?”
His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Now you’re getting nasty. And you’re going to get it, Dr. Flores.”
“Am I, Dr. Mayer? Then you’d better give it to me.Hard.”
He moved inside her, slowly at first and then in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to bring him closer. She was still so keyed up, her entire body sizzling from his touch, that the pleasure built up quickly. And when he hit the right spot, she urged him to go deeper. Harder. Faster. She sucked in a breath as the sensations coursed through her again, closing her eyes as her world spiraled out of control and exploded into a million stars. Seconds later, he released himself with a shudder and groaned loudly, burying his face in her shoulder.
When they were done, she held him for a long time, stroking his hair as they slowly fell back to Earth. No matter what happened tomorrow—or next month, or even next year—they’d always have this night.
* * *
TJ enjoyedfew things more than waking up to a beautiful woman in his bed. While he loved sex as much as the next guy, he often worried he wouldn’t be able to live up to his partner’s expectations. But that feeling of drifting off with a lover and spending the night in her arms? Sheer bliss.
Waking up with Emilia was all that, times ten. When he first opened his eyes, the digital clock on the nightstand read 6:30 a.m., so he tried to go back to sleep. No chance of it, not when he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How much he’d enjoyed teasing her during foreplay. How amazing the sex had been—not just the first time but the second as well, when she’d been on top and had ridden him to a world-shattering climax. And how deliriously happy he’d felt lying beside her afterward, talking softly until they fell asleep. As tired as he’d been, he hadn’t wanted their night to end.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the faint scent of orange blossoms that lingered from her shampoo, until her sharp voice startled him. “Are you gonna talk to me or sniff my hair like a weirdo?”
He laughed. “I’m gonna be a weirdo. I can’t help it.”
She rolled over and grinned at him. “Did you sleep okay?”
He couldn’t get over how adorable she looked—her dark hair sleep-mussed, faint tan lines marking her light brown skin, her breasts barely hidden by the sheet. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Incredibly well. How about you?”
“Like a fucking dream. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m officially done with the tour or because my studly boyfriend wore me out. Either way, I’ll take it.”
