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Nine
The kiss lasted for a very long time. Farris felt light-headed. He’d never dreamed she would actually agree. Even though they were clearly as sexually compatible as ever, he’d assumed India would hold the past against him.
Maybe she was more forgiving than he was, or maybe he’d been right earlier in the day. They were both lonely. And in bed, they were perfection.
He tucked her head against his shoulder and gathered her closer, running his hands down her back and cupping her heart-shaped ass. “I find it hard to breathe when you’re around.”
“Ditto,” she said, the word muffled.
He eased back only enough to let her have oxygen. “I didn’t have time to shave earlier. What if I do that and come to your room in half an hour?”
Her thumb tested the late-day stubble on his chin. “I like it, Farris. It makes you look human.”
What does that mean?“So...”
She took his hand, twining her fingers with his. “So, come to my room now. I want to undress you. Any objections?”
He sucked in a much-needed breath. “Not a single damn one.” Her show of confidence delighted him and made his tongue feel thick. He wanted to be in control of the situation, but that wasn’t in the cards.
In the alcove where both their doors were closed, he kissed her cheek. “Let me grab protection,” he said. “Two minutes, tops.”
India’s dreamy smile faded, leaving her expression bleak. “It’s not necessary. Last night I was feeling...” She trailed off, shrugging.
“Feeling what?”
She played with her necklace. “Uncertain. As I told you, I’m on the pill. And I trust that you’re clean. We don’t need the condoms.”
Farris knew she didn’t believe him when he said he hadn’t been with other women. But at least she trusted him this much. “Okay,” he said gruffly. He reached around her to open the guest room door. “Ladies first.”
There was a single lamp burning on the dresser. The low-wattage bulb shed just the right amount of illumination for a tryst. India still held his hand. She sat down on the side of the bed. “I was timid with you in the beginning. Do you remember? I used to get embarrassed when you watched me undress at night.”
His heart cracked. “I remember.”
She unbuttoned his jacket and played with his belt buckle. “I’m not that woman anymore. I feel like I could devour you.”
Dear Lord.When they walked into the room, he had been semierect. Now he was so hard he shuddered with it. “Feel free,” he muttered.
When she bent her head to wrestle with his belt, Farris fixated on the nape of her neck—so innocent, so pure where the silky blond hair ended and the creamy white skin began. He stared at a spot on the ceiling, struggling for control.
Once India slithered the belt free and tossed it aside, he expected her to unzip him. Instead, she slid to the floor and began untying his shoes. When she touched his ankles to remove the shoes and the socks, she might as well have been touching his sex. That was how much it affected him.
She was kneeling to do her task. Once his feet were bare, she reached to unfasten his zipper. His knees locked. His throat dried. “India.” He tried to swallow. “Could you hurry? Please.”
When she looked up at him, her smile was smug. “Patience, cowboy.” She slid her hands inside his dress pants and took them to the floor, along with his boxers. Sitting back on her heels, she commanded him. “Step out of those.”
He obeyed her instruction, but it wasn’t graceful. When he was bare from the waist down, India caressed each of his knees with a single fingertip and then stood. “Good boy,” she whispered.
She kissed him at the exact same moment her fingers wrapped around his erection. Holy hell. He put a hand behind her neck and dragged her lips to his. It was either a kiss or a duel—he couldn’t decide. It sure as hell wasn’t romantic.
India nipped his bottom lip with sharp teeth. He bit her tongue and sucked the tiny wound. They were both breathing like marathoners.
Though the kiss went on, India was still at work. Her slender fingers dealt with his tie. He jerked it free while his lover started in on his shirt buttons.
He resented the moment he had to let her go long enough to rip his arms out of the shirt and jacket and cast both aside.
In half a second, he was back with her again. He was starving for the taste of her. Her arms were around his neck now, near strangling him.
“Your clothes,” he panted. “You still have on your clothes.”
