worth exploring some more.
At last she lay still. Slowly she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with raw emotion. The intensity of it should probably worry her. But she felt so good, so completely and utterly satisfied, that she couldn’t bring herself to be worried about anything.
She gave him a lazy smile. “I win.”
9
E LLE HAD WON , all right. Trey knew exactly what she’d won, too—his heart. She’d unknowingly wooed him with her most powerful weapon. Her voice had stayed with him for months, and now he’d never forget it.
Earlier tonight he’d been treated to her honeyed voice speaking in very explicit language that had driven him wild. But that had been child’s play compared to what she’d accomplished this time. Her sensual touch and seductive murmurs had woven a spell that had brought him to a fever pitch.
He hadn’t merely wanted to have her. He’d wanted to ravage her. Holding himself in check had taken all his strength, and when she’d used her tongue to tease him, his control had snapped. He wasn’t sure if she’d meant to finish what she’d started, but he would have given her no choice.
Whether she knew it or not, this level of intimacy had brought them to the soul-baring stage. But he didn’t dare tell her that. She seemed to think she was less inhibited with him because they knew so little about each other. Maybe she’d convinced herself that they were having stranger-sex, where the participants were largely anonymous. She couldn’t be more wrong.
Without realizing it, she’d already revealed so much. He knew she was both competitive and generous. She was more passionate than any woman he’d had sex with. She didn’t back down from a challenge and she used her sense of humor to stay balanced. On top of that, she was honest, at least with him. Maybe not so much with herself.
He’d learned all that from making love to her. Although he didn’t know everything about her, he knew enough to recognize someone with the potential to be a lifelong... He hesitated to admit how far his thoughts had taken him. Too far, probably, because she’d given every indication that she wasn’t looking for anyone permanent in her life.
He fervently hoped she’d change her mind about that. His strategy would be to love the dickens out of her until she got used to having him around. That would include some old-fashioned wooing, because great as the sex was, they couldn’t do it all the time.
Consequently, he’d come back to the room tonight prepared with a bottle of wine he’d bought at the bar and the leftover party munchies he’d asked the bartender to package up for him. He gazed into her flushed face. She did look happy. So far, so good. “What do you say to a picnic?”
She laughed and sat up. “I hope you’re not suggesting we haul a blanket out into the snow.”
“Nope.” He thought about the picture she’d painted of lying naked in a meadow. Wrong time of year for that, but he’d remind her of the concept sometime soon. To make that fantasy come true, she’d have to stick around, though. He wasn’t sure how well she’d respond to that idea.
“So where will we picnic?”
“Right here. In bed.”
“I think we just did that.”
“I mean with food and drink.”
“Are you going to smear me with cream cheese?”
His cock, which logically should stay at rest for a while, twitched with obvious interest. “Great idea, but I didn’t steal any cream cheese from the party. Hold that thought for next time.”
“So you’re suggesting an actual picnic.”
“I am. Are you hungry?”
She tilted her head as if to consider that. “Yes, I am! Must be all the great sex. Whatcha got?”
He climbed out of bed and unearthed his stash, which Fred had packed into a paper bag. Thank God screw-top wine wasn’t considered tacky anymore, because he had a bottle of red that wouldn’t require a corkscrew. He pulled it out. “You up for this?”
“You bet. I love me a
At last she lay still. Slowly she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with raw emotion. The intensity of it should probably worry her. But she felt so good, so completely and utterly satisfied, that she couldn’t bring herself to be worried about anything.
She gave him a lazy smile. “I win.”
9
E LLE HAD WON , all right. Trey knew exactly what she’d won, too—his heart. She’d unknowingly wooed him with her most powerful weapon. Her voice had stayed with him for months, and now he’d never forget it.
Earlier tonight he’d been treated to her honeyed voice speaking in very explicit language that had driven him wild. But that had been child’s play compared to what she’d accomplished this time. Her sensual touch and seductive murmurs had woven a spell that had brought him to a fever pitch.
He hadn’t merely wanted to have her. He’d wanted to ravage her. Holding himself in check had taken all his strength, and when she’d used her tongue to tease him, his control had snapped. He wasn’t sure if she’d meant to finish what she’d started, but he would have given her no choice.
Whether she knew it or not, this level of intimacy had brought them to the soul-baring stage. But he didn’t dare tell her that. She seemed to think she was less inhibited with him because they knew so little about each other. Maybe she’d convinced herself that they were having stranger-sex, where the participants were largely anonymous. She couldn’t be more wrong.
Without realizing it, she’d already revealed so much. He knew she was both competitive and generous. She was more passionate than any woman he’d had sex with. She didn’t back down from a challenge and she used her sense of humor to stay balanced. On top of that, she was honest, at least with him. Maybe not so much with herself.
He’d learned all that from making love to her. Although he didn’t know everything about her, he knew enough to recognize someone with the potential to be a lifelong... He hesitated to admit how far his thoughts had taken him. Too far, probably, because she’d given every indication that she wasn’t looking for anyone permanent in her life.
He fervently hoped she’d change her mind about that. His strategy would be to love the dickens out of her until she got used to having him around. That would include some old-fashioned wooing, because great as the sex was, they couldn’t do it all the time.
Consequently, he’d come back to the room tonight prepared with a bottle of wine he’d bought at the bar and the leftover party munchies he’d asked the bartender to package up for him. He gazed into her flushed face. She did look happy. So far, so good. “What do you say to a picnic?”
She laughed and sat up. “I hope you’re not suggesting we haul a blanket out into the snow.”
“Nope.” He thought about the picture she’d painted of lying naked in a meadow. Wrong time of year for that, but he’d remind her of the concept sometime soon. To make that fantasy come true, she’d have to stick around, though. He wasn’t sure how well she’d respond to that idea.
“So where will we picnic?”
“Right here. In bed.”
“I think we just did that.”
“I mean with food and drink.”
“Are you going to smear me with cream cheese?”
His cock, which logically should stay at rest for a while, twitched with obvious interest. “Great idea, but I didn’t steal any cream cheese from the party. Hold that thought for next time.”
“So you’re suggesting an actual picnic.”
“I am. Are you hungry?”
She tilted her head as if to consider that. “Yes, I am! Must be all the great sex. Whatcha got?”
He climbed out of bed and unearthed his stash, which Fred had packed into a paper bag. Thank God screw-top wine wasn’t considered tacky anymore, because he had a bottle of red that wouldn’t require a corkscrew. He pulled it out. “You up for this?”
“You bet. I love me a
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