stroking.”
“Oh, but you’re wrong, Sara, darlin’.” He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m just a delicate, fragile little creature.”
He cupped her bottom and squeezed roughly, his hands giving lie to his words. She felt his cock fill and lengthen against her belly. “You’re a sex maniac.”
“Aw now, Sugar, I’m just tryin’ to help you out. You asked for my help, right? What are friends for?”
His voice was soft, his tone teasing, but Sara tensed. A sharp edge cut through his devilish drawl, and the warning bells in her head started peeling madly. “I wanted you,” she confessed.
Steve’s teeth scraped her neck, and she shivered. He laved her skin with his tongue, keeping his face buried in her neck as he ground against her. “You wanted me to what, Sara?”
“I just...wanted you.”
He drew her skin into his mouth, sucking hard and hot. A moan she couldn’t contain escaped. His chuckle vibrated through her as he began to move steadily southward. “You wanted me to fuck you.”
The deep timbre of his voice vibrated against her breast. This time, she didn’t even attempt to swallow her moan. “Yes.”
“You want me to do all the things that Adam wouldn’t do for you. All the things you’ve fantasized about.”
She slicked her hands through his hair, pulling his head to her breast. “Yes. Oh, yes...”
****
The tangled sheet wound around his leg like a biblical serpent. Her hair blanketed his arm, and her breath skittered through the hair on his chest. He lay immobile, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for his bones to solidify again and the faint hum of pleasure spent to ebb from his brain. If she handed him an apple, he would have swallowed it whole.
Sara purred deep in her throat, the smooth skin of her leg rasping against his. “Aren’t you glad you stayed?”
He inhaled deeply, trying to sort out the mixed emotions warring in his gut. “Yes,” he replied, knowing it was the most truthful answer he had. He hated himself a little when he gave in to the pleasure of stroking her back, his fingertips tracing the sinuous column of her spine. His voice was hoarse and gravelly when he said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
He hesitated before plunging ahead. “ Are we together?”
Her eyelashes fluttered, tickling his chest. His hand stilled while he waited for her response. “I guess,” Sara said at last. He let his hand fall back to the bed, absorbing the impact of her lackadaisical answer when her head popped up. “I mean, there’s no one else,” she rushed to assure him.
A caustic comment teased the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. “Are we dating?” “Dating?”
He lost his grip on his tattered patience. “Shit, Sara, are we going to split every goddamned hair?”
“No, I just...We don’t really go out, so dating seemed like kind of the wrong word.”
“You’re the writer, pick whatever word you want. You know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” she said, holding up one hand to ward off further argument. She stared into his eyes, and the fight drained out of him. “We’re...together?”
“Okay,” he answered, holding her gaze.
“Okay.”
As if that brief discussion sapped what little energy she had, Sara collapsed onto his chest again. Steve threaded his fingers through her hair, letting the silken strands slide against his skin. “I’m not a slut, either,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Sara snorted. “Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Uh-huh. Hey, I think I met a Christie you haven’t dated the other day.”
“Hey!” A chuckle he couldn’t contain rumbled from his throat.
“What?”
“Did you really mean what you said about me and the guys in your books?”
“Well, yeah... Kind of.”
Stifling his impatience, he asked, “Kind of?”
“Well, obviously they aren’t you,” she said, drumming her fingers against his chest. “I thought about you. About us.” Sara
“Oh, but you’re wrong, Sara, darlin’.” He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m just a delicate, fragile little creature.”
He cupped her bottom and squeezed roughly, his hands giving lie to his words. She felt his cock fill and lengthen against her belly. “You’re a sex maniac.”
“Aw now, Sugar, I’m just tryin’ to help you out. You asked for my help, right? What are friends for?”
His voice was soft, his tone teasing, but Sara tensed. A sharp edge cut through his devilish drawl, and the warning bells in her head started peeling madly. “I wanted you,” she confessed.
Steve’s teeth scraped her neck, and she shivered. He laved her skin with his tongue, keeping his face buried in her neck as he ground against her. “You wanted me to what, Sara?”
“I just...wanted you.”
He drew her skin into his mouth, sucking hard and hot. A moan she couldn’t contain escaped. His chuckle vibrated through her as he began to move steadily southward. “You wanted me to fuck you.”
The deep timbre of his voice vibrated against her breast. This time, she didn’t even attempt to swallow her moan. “Yes.”
“You want me to do all the things that Adam wouldn’t do for you. All the things you’ve fantasized about.”
She slicked her hands through his hair, pulling his head to her breast. “Yes. Oh, yes...”
****
The tangled sheet wound around his leg like a biblical serpent. Her hair blanketed his arm, and her breath skittered through the hair on his chest. He lay immobile, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for his bones to solidify again and the faint hum of pleasure spent to ebb from his brain. If she handed him an apple, he would have swallowed it whole.
Sara purred deep in her throat, the smooth skin of her leg rasping against his. “Aren’t you glad you stayed?”
He inhaled deeply, trying to sort out the mixed emotions warring in his gut. “Yes,” he replied, knowing it was the most truthful answer he had. He hated himself a little when he gave in to the pleasure of stroking her back, his fingertips tracing the sinuous column of her spine. His voice was hoarse and gravelly when he said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
He hesitated before plunging ahead. “ Are we together?”
Her eyelashes fluttered, tickling his chest. His hand stilled while he waited for her response. “I guess,” Sara said at last. He let his hand fall back to the bed, absorbing the impact of her lackadaisical answer when her head popped up. “I mean, there’s no one else,” she rushed to assure him.
A caustic comment teased the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. “Are we dating?” “Dating?”
He lost his grip on his tattered patience. “Shit, Sara, are we going to split every goddamned hair?”
“No, I just...We don’t really go out, so dating seemed like kind of the wrong word.”
“You’re the writer, pick whatever word you want. You know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” she said, holding up one hand to ward off further argument. She stared into his eyes, and the fight drained out of him. “We’re...together?”
“Okay,” he answered, holding her gaze.
“Okay.”
As if that brief discussion sapped what little energy she had, Sara collapsed onto his chest again. Steve threaded his fingers through her hair, letting the silken strands slide against his skin. “I’m not a slut, either,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Sara snorted. “Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Uh-huh. Hey, I think I met a Christie you haven’t dated the other day.”
“Hey!” A chuckle he couldn’t contain rumbled from his throat.
“What?”
“Did you really mean what you said about me and the guys in your books?”
“Well, yeah... Kind of.”
Stifling his impatience, he asked, “Kind of?”
“Well, obviously they aren’t you,” she said, drumming her fingers against his chest. “I thought about you. About us.” Sara
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