I’m going to have to think long and hard about another career change.
“All packed and ready to go?” Ross asks, coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his hips.
I’m momentarily spellbound by the sight of his bare torso and I blink at him. “Um, what?”
He chuckles. “Somebody needs an orgasm.”
“Just one?”
“I think I’m good for at least two.” He lets the towel drop. “But you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
I pull off my top and wiggle out of my denim skirt.
“Can there be a rule that you never wear a bra when we’re alone?” he murmurs, reaching out to slide his hands beneath the one I’m wearing.
“I don’t know about a rule, but we can definitely discuss it.” I smile as he reaches back to unsnap the hooks and the bra falls free.
“Ah. Perfect.” He dips his head and suckles one nipple.
Standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties, it feels like the most natural thing in the world for Ross to be touching me like this. We have so many things to talk about but none of them matter when we’re intimate.
He backs me toward the bed and pushes me over. I expect him to lie on top of me but he just smiles and kneels at the edge. He reaches out and tugs my panties down, gently pushing my legs apart.
“Nothing better than a late-night snack after a show,” he murmurs, running a trail of kisses along the inside of my thigh.
My legs fall open as he uses his hands and mouth to drive me wild. His sensual kisses along the crease of my thigh have me lifting my hips anxiously, but he’s in no hurry, moving to the other side and leaving a line of goosebumps in his wake. A soft sigh escapes me as I wait for him to get where I really want him, and finally, he trails his tongue along my slit.
“Mm.” His low hum sends vibrations through my folds and my heart races with excitement.
Warm lips suckle my lower lips and he’s still taking his time, which I both love and hate. Part of me never wants this to end while the rest of me is desperate for him to get me off.
“Ross…” I dig my fingers into his long hair, loving the feel of the damp locks between my fingers. I love his hair, which is dark and shoulder length, with a few strands of gray streaked through it. It’s so incredibly sexy on him.
His tongue slides into me and I arch into his face. He pauses to look up at me as I peer down at him. I don’t know what passes between us in that moment but it’s sensual and intense and…intimate. Intimacy has so many meanings and none more so than what we’re sharing now. It’s physical but also emotional. And part of it is even intellectual because there’s so much more to this man that meets the eye.
He dives back in, eliminating any ability to think—all I can do now is feel. His tongue on my tender lips. His lips on my clit. Two thick fingers sliding into me.
“Oh, fuck, Ross… yes!” I pant out his name a few more times, and then everything starts to twist and spiral. The coiling deep in my belly turns electric, and I make sounds I can’t stop.
I feel his rumble of laughter as my legs close and I nearly strangle him with my thighs.
“Damn, woman, you got some muscle in there.” He lifts his head playfully.
“Sorry about that.” I chuckle. “Orgasm number one was mind-bending.”
“Just wait for what I have planned for number two.”
He crawls onto the bed and pulls me close. His lips seek out mine and my mouth opens without hesitation. I taste myself on him and it’s different but not unpleasant. I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me after going down on me, and for some reason, it just adds to the intimacy of the moment.
“I love kissing you,” I whisper.
“I love kissing you.” He smiles at me. “And I plan to spend the rest of the night doing it. Among other things.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ross
The alarm goes off far too early and I turn over sleepily, shutting it off. Wynter is on her stomach, hair fanned out around her head in a halo of tangles, but she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Her warm, naked body is close to mine and I spent far too long ravaging it last night.
