Seven Sexy Sins by Serenity Woods Page B

you, I’m turned on enough without imagining you in pigtails and white socks.” He gave her a hot kiss before going out.
    Wondering what he was getting up to, she began to unpack her bag. She placed her toothbrush in the bathroom and hung up her clothes for the next day. Then she took out her notes and began to jot down a few titles and headings, thinking about her next article. As she did so, she had to quell the ripple of excitement and nervousness that shimmered through her. Eventually she put down the pad and lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling fan that turned slowly, circulating the air.
    Rusty had said sex was always fun like this, if you were doing it right. Was that really the case? She’d never felt this excitement, this anticipation, with either of her other lovers. But then this was different, because of the articles, and their exploration of the seven sins. Ordinary sex, with a partner you’d been going out with for ages, wouldn’t be the same, would it? If she’d been dating Rusty for months, or years, her heart wouldn’t be racing at the thought of kissing him and feeling his hands on her eager body. Would it?
    She closed her eyes. What was he doing out there? She wanted him, badly, had been planning what she was going to do with him all week, since they last parted. It felt as if she’d been in a permanent state of arousal for days. She moved her hands down her body, inhaling as her fingers brushed her nipples. If he didn’t take her soon…
    The door opened and she sat up, flushing at the direction of her thoughts. Hands on hips, he observed her, raising an eyebrow.
    “What?”
    “You look guilty.” His lips curved. “Have you been getting started while I’ve been busy?”
    “No! Goodness.” Could the man read her thoughts? Or was her desire really written all over her face? She’d never been a good poker player.
    “What? I don’t mind.” He came over to her and pulled her to her feet, nuzzled her ear and kissed her hot cheek. “I’d prefer it if I could watch, though.”
    She tried to push him away. “Stop embarrassing me.”
    He held her tighter. “I like embarrassing you. You go all pink. Like you do before you’re about to come.”
    “Rusty! What’s got into you?”
    “I don’t know.” He kissed her ear again, making her shiver all over. “You smell all…womanly. Mint and lavender and…something with vanilla…”
    “That’s probably the custard I had for lunch.”
    He chuckled, but didn’t stop touching his lips to her neck as his hands began to wander across her body. “Joke all you like, you’re not putting me off.”
    “We should wait. I’ve got everything prepared…”
    “And you’ve made so much effort, I want to make it worthwhile. I have a plan…”
    “Another warm-up session?”
    “Yep. Pre-sex sex, as you lovingly called it.”
    She sighed as he ran a hand up her skirt and reached around to cup her butt. 
    “You’re so wicked,” he whispered as his hand found bare skin, moving her to the bed.
    “I’m wicked? You’re the one who keeps embarrassing me.” She gasped as he pushed her and she fell backward, bouncing on the mattress. He fell on top of her, making her squeal.
    “Oh God. No. Air. In. Lungs.”
    “Tough.” He kissed her, hard.
    Desire shot through her, as if Cupid had injected her with a vial of lust. She opened her legs and wrapped them around him. “Okay, I give in.” She wriggled beneath him, pushing herself against his erection. “Come on, Thorne. Squish me flat.”
    Hot and aroused, not even bothering to undress, they made love in about five minutes, which was slightly better than the six seconds he’d promised her. Faith would have been embarrassed at how little time it took her to achieve an orgasm, if he hadn’t nearly beaten her to it.
    Afterward, they lay back on the bed, letting the fan waft cool air over them. He looked over at her. “Sorry.”
    “For what?”
    “Being so quick. I did warn you.”
    She