Page 9 of Hot in the City
He’d almost reached the juncture of her thighs, the tiny scrap of lace barely covering her. Her skin was so hot, she might have singed her knickers.
Nearly incoherent with want, she’d forgotten what he was saying. “Hmmm?”
His hand cupped her swollen mound and she gasped when his fingertips skirted the hem of her underwear. Everything throbbed and tingled when he worked her tender flesh, back and forth, finding her centre. Her breathing was shallow, her hips moving to meet his touch.
“She was wrong. Nothing’s dried-up at all. You’re so wet, Beth.”
“Oh, God. Samuel!” She cried out as her pleasure peaked, strong and unexpected. And perfect. So, so perfect. Pulses of light flashed behind her closed eyelids as she rocked into his touch.
When she stilled, he pulled his hand away but then wrapped her in his arms so tightly she almost burst. He kissed her lips, like before at the gig, deep and passionate. A bud of something ridiculous, something like love, blossomed inside her. She should’ve stamped on it, killed it before it took root. And yet, she wanted that little flower to bloom.
“Now that you’re properly relaxed,” he said, grinning, “I think it’s time I take you to bed, young lady.” He smacked her on the butt with his palm, not hard, but she yelped.
“Oh, fuck yes.” The words popped out before she could second guess herself.
His eyes widened and heat lit his gaze with a wicked glint. And then she laughed so hard, he actually had to pick her up and carry her.
Straight to bed.
Saturday Morning
My Beth
Naked
Pretty as a rose petal
In my bed
Stay. Forever, or as long as you’ll have me.
Beth pulled the crisp sheets up to her chin. God, he was sweet. Sweet and delicious and passionate and tender. She grinned as she read the handwritten note again, before smoothing out the creases and laying it flat on the empty pillow beside her.
Samuel must be up – she heard noises somewhere nearby. Probably the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled. She’d had quite a workout, nearly all night long.
She must have closed her eyes again but opened them when the wafting scent of fresh coffee hit her square in the pleasure centre of her brain. She was already salivating before Samuel walked through the bedroom door. He was only wearing a brief pair of black boxers. She licked her lips to keep from dribbling. Sitting half upright in bed, she held the sheet up to cover herself.
“Don’t cover up on my account. I like you naked. All pink and pretty.” His naughty smile made her drop the sheet. Modesty be damned.
He’d stalked to her side of the bed and put down the breakfast tray he’d been carrying. The delicious aromas wafted her way before she spied toast, eggs and bacon, beautiful-looking coffee adorned with roses and love hearts on top. And chocolate truffles. Lots of them, in a glass dish.
Samuel leaned over her, resting one knee on the edge of the bed. “I’ll taste these little pink treats again now.” He pressed his lips to her left nipple, rasping his tongue across the peak.
Hot sensation shot straight to her core, making her gasp. Then he turned his attentions to her other breast. Panting already, she threaded her fingers through his hair, but then he pulled his head away.
She glanced at the tray on the bedside table. “Aren’t we going to eat this gourmet breakfast?”
“Mmmm, in a minute. Maybe twenty.” He’d moved up her body, half sitting, half leaning over her. He bit her lower lip. She licked across it and he groaned, low and long.
God, that sound. I love it.
Running her fingers down his spine, she whispered, “How about a deal? We have dessert first, breakfast later.”
“My kind of woman.”
He lifted the glass dish from the tray and she noticed something shiny underneath. A foil packet glittered in the pale sunlight streaming through his apartment window.
She laughed, lifted the condom packet and waved it in front of his face.
