“Well, it did seem to be going there.”
“So, problem: I’m allergic to anything tingly and warming.”
“Seriously?”
I rolled my eyes. “I landed up in the emergency room with aratherlarge problem.”
He tossed it over his shoulder playfully, and then walked back up to me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was tender and sweet and took me by surprise. He pulled away, looked at me and traced my lips with his fingers. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” I repeated, somewhat transfixed by this moment. The softness, the genuine care with which he was looking at me. He kissed me again. Short and sweet. Then he lay back down on the bed next to me.
“So now what?” I asked.
“I could go out and buy some tomorrow, from that small village we drove through. Hope they have the good old-fashioned kind.”
“And then have sex tomorrow night?” I asked. This deviated from the plan. “But I said one night: tonight and only tonight.”
“I know, but . . .” He lowered his lips to my nipple again and my body reacted again, but with pure pleasure this time. “But sometimes deviations can be very fun.”
“So you suggest that we stop what we’re doing, and have sex tomorrow night,” I asked.
“I never said we should stop what we’re doing, but I do think we should have sex tomorrow night.” His kisses trailed lower and lower down my stomach.
“That wasn’t the plan,” I gasped, as he licked the side of my stomach. It felt ticklish and sexy all at the same time.
“Plans change.” He was kissing my leg now, down to my knee and it was so erotic.
Carry on like this, and only have sex tomorrow night?Truthfully, while I was coming for the third time there, I’d wished I’d said two nights. Because I didn’t think I was ready to only have this for one. I smiled to myself as he reached my ankle and then started making his way back up.
I faked a slightly put-out sigh, even though I was now feeling very far from put out. “Okay, fine.”
He laughed. “Well, don’t sound so enthusiastic about it.” He started crawling up my body.
What the hell was he doing? He was sitting on my chest now, his hard cock in his hand, almost in my face. And then he rubbed it over my nipple, and then the other one. God, this was a hot view. Him rubbing his dick over my nipples.
“Okay! Yes! Tomorrow night!” I said, but this time I didn’t hide my smile. He crawled back down me, getting lower and lower and I started to imagine what it would be like to let him go even lower, to spread my legs for him and let him do what he was supposed to have done thirteen years ago.
I throbbed at the thought of it.
Maybe I would let him do that after all . . .
CHAPTER 46
Max
She was on her back and I pushed her legs apart again, slid my hand between them and cupped her once more. I lowered my face to hers and locked eyes with her. She stared back at me, as if she couldn’t look away. I knew she couldn’t. Because if she was feeling even half of what I was right now, it was impossible to look away. I lowered my mouth to hers and squeezed her a little harder in my hand. I held on to her eyes still and didn’t let them go, even though hers were out of focus now.
“You know what I really want to do to you, Ash?” I slipped a finger between her wet folds and traced it over her clit.
“Yes, I do,” she said rather boldly, which I had not expected.
“Well?” I asked. She didn’t answer me with words, though. She answered me in the best way possible, by lacing her fingers in my hair and pushing my head down.
“Fuck,” I growled as she spread her legs in open invitation.
“I’ll go as slowly as you want me to. And I’ll stop as soon as you want me to.” I kissed her inner thigh. She rolled her hips and her fingers now gripped the bedspread.
“Okay,” she whispered.
