Page 71 of Love In Hiding

He smiled dark, slow, and devastating.

“I’m great,” he said, his mouth landing on hers, his hand on her waist and sliding inside the elastic, then inching down further.

She adjusted to open more for him. To let him touch her the way she’d been dying to be touched by a man.

His hand turned, and his fingers moved under her cotton bikinis, his palm against her pelvis before the tips of his fingers were a breath away from her swollen bud. From her wet heat.

She deepened the kiss, not wanting anything to break this spell. Anything to stop what he’d started.

He got the hint loud and clear, proceeded forward between her damp lips, the moan almost torn from her mouth.

He slid further down, gently touching her, rubbing her sensitive tissue. Working her up and making her want to sing.

Her legs parted more, his hand moved lower, then before she knew what he was about, two fingers slammed inside of her.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, her head back, her fingers gripping his shoulders to hang on tight.

He was thrusting in and out, playing her body like he was a master musician.

She lifted her eyes, saw his gaze on her face, watching, waiting, planning on making her come undone.

Her eyelids lowered as if they were the last sands of an hourglass and running out of time. She couldn’t focus on his handsome face. She just wanted to feel what she’d been craving for weeks.

Not just what she thought started at the hotel, but from the first time she’d met him.

Her nails dug tighter with the speed of his movements.

“That’s it, London,” he breathed against her lips. “Let it out. All over me. All over my fingers.”

His voice was low, gentle, and seductive.

The type of man with patience to do this all night.

She didn’t have all night in her though. She had about three seconds and if he moved just right.

Yep, just like that.

She was exploding all over his fingers as he’d roughly commanded her to do.

Every pulse between her legs was felt in her core, in her chest, escaping in tiny gasps out her parted lips.

Until there was nothing else left to give.

Nothing else left to feel other than depleted exhaustion.

She sagged against his chest. Just a minute. That was all she needed.

She’d get her second wind, and then they could continue.

But he shifted her on the couch and moved back, her eyes snapping open.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to cool down,” he said, reaching for the cold water and taking a healthy sip.

“No reason to cool down. We are just getting started.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Are you on birth control?”