Page 90 of Pipe Dreams
“Everything okay back there?” she asked sleepily.
“Mmm-hmm.” He skimmed his fingertips down over her mound, through the tiny V of silky hairs she had there.
She shivered, yet didn’t open her legs for him. So he teased this little patch of loveliness, and her thighs, too. It was a privilege to wake up beside her. A year from now he knew they’d wake up every morning in a bed together. He was sure of it, even if the details weren’t worked out yet, and even though he wasn’t allowed to speculate.
Lauren had said last night that everything was complicated. But that was only on the surface. It was pretty damn simple how much he loved her, and how much they needed each other. Their complications would be dealt with one at a time. Somehow.
Beacon pushed the hair off Lauren’s neck and began kissing her there. She shivered, her body arching against his. “I have to go to work,” she whispered.
“I know. But I have a little work to do, first. Won’t take long at all.” He slipped his hand between her thighs and was greeted by slickness and soft warmth. “Aw, yeah. Roll over, baby.”
Instead of rolling toward him, she tipped the other way, onto her stomach. She spread her legs and arms, relaxing into the pillow, just waiting for him.
Unngh. He ran a hand down her body slowly, from the nape of her creamy neck, down her back, over her sweet ass. “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. He maneuvered until he could kneel between her spread legs and touch her again. She jumped when his fingertips made contact with her pussy. “Lift your hips,” he ordered, and that beautiful body lifted in invitation half a second later.
Yes, yes, he chanted as he slid inside her perfect, tight heat. Beneath him, Lauren pushed her face into the pillow and whimpered.
He planted his elbows on either side of her body so he could whisper in her ear while he pumped his hips slowly. “Thank you,” he panted. “Needed you last night, and you let me stay. Hell. Need youeverynight.”
With a deep moan she pushed back against him.
“That’s it,” he said, snaking one hand underneath her body. “Take what you need from me.” He stroked her clumsily, his heart rate ratcheting up as she let out a throaty sigh.
“Harder,” she demanded, and he almost came on the spot.
Gritting his teeth, he gave it to her the best he could. He remembered all too well the last time they did this, and it was sexy as hell. She might already be carrying his child. The idea made his heart so full he couldn’t take it any longer. He came with a shout, curling over her body and shuddering through it. She followed him over the edge, gasping and pulsing beneath him.
“Jeez,” she breathed. “Good morning to me.”
He grinned. Who could blame him?
“Up,” she said, reaching a clumsy hand around to smack his thigh. “I have to shower.”
“Can I come, too?”
“Sure, but you have to be good.”
“Baby, I’m always good.”
“You’re cheesy.”
“I’m just honest.”
They showered, and he behaved himself. Mostly. Whenshe shut off the taps he pressed her against the tiles and kissed her one more time. For luck. “I’ll think of you all day.”
“Me, too, you,” she whispered. “In fact, I’ll be feeling you all day long. You’re cute, but you leave your mark.”
His inner caveman needed one more kiss. “That might have been two days’ worth,” he murmured against her lips.
“Good to know.”
•••
They left Lauren’s building together, parting on the street, each of them heading for different subway trains. He needed the number two train to Clark Street in Brooklyn, and rush hour traffic would make a cab ride miserable. In this fashion he discovered how miserable the commute was from the East 30s to Brooklyn.
The timeline for moving Lauren into his house on Willow Street moved up another month for every midtown block he walked. When he finally reached home, he put the key in the lock and opened the door, whistling.
Only to find Elsa staring at him from the sofa.
