soft flesh and gently lifted it for deeper suction, his warm, moist mouth suckling exquisitely at my nipple.
“Mmm.” I threaded my hands into his thick hair. “That feels so nice the way you do that.”
He lifted his head. “Point proven,” he said, grinning and brushing my lips with his. “You’re a very sexual person.”
I furrowed my brow. I’d fallen into that one.
“But can I just say,” he murmured, “that I’m honored you chose to break your two years’ celibacy with me?”
I rubbed my fingertips over his stubbled jawline. “I don’t know how much rational choice there was. I can’t seem to help myself when you’re around.”
“Good, that makes two of us then,” he said. “I’m guessing when you told me I kept making you break a promise to yourself that is what you were talking about.”
I nodded. I was buzzing for him again, his big, naked body pressed onto mine was irresistible. It felt as though I would never get enough of it, enough of him.
He lifted up and slipped from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Only to the dresser, I need another condom if I’m going to make love to you slow and indulgently like we planned.” He pulled open the top drawer and plucked out a jumbo pack. “And it seems we’ll have to do it several times over, because you, wild thing, have lost time to make up for.”
* * * * *
“I have to get to practice,” Rick said, holding a tray in front of me.
“On a Sunday?”
“Yeah, we have a game Tuesday plus I’ve got some stuff to work through with Fergal.”
I smiled up at him and hoisted myself higher on the pillows. I felt satisfied and content, optimistic about my day, hopeful about Rick and the future. It was a seriously good feeling. “This looks lovely,” I said, taking the tray set with pancakes, coffee and a small yellow flower with bright pink stamen.
“I figured you don’t get breakfast in bed very often being a workaholic and all that.” He walked over to the window and drew back one of the heavy black curtains. Brilliant sunshine spilled onto the deep-pile carpet.
I blinked and squinted. “You thought right.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing jeans and a soft white T-shirt with Vipers written in small red stitching over his left chest muscle. His biceps bulged from beneath the sleeves and I wondered if he had to have clothes specially made to accommodate those damn fine muscles of his.
“Will you be here when I get back about three?” he asked.
“I should go home and check a few things, grab my laptop, but yes, I could be back just after three.”
His face broke into a wide smile. “Great,” he said, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “And then we’ll have a special celebration.”
“I think we celebrated in a pretty special way last night, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, that was something else. But today, baby, is my birthday and you, quite honestly, are the best present I could have ever wished for.”
I took my time in Rick’s huge shower, letting the piping-hot water rain down on my body and happily remembering the way he’d made me forget everything last night, including my own name.
But despite waking up feeling sated, there was an edge to my libido again that would soon require satisfying. He’d well and truly awakened a part of me that was craving attention.
His attention.
Finally stepping out, I dressed in the clothes I’d worn the day before, thoroughly looking forward to three o’clock and celebrating his birthday.
He’d left a note with instructions on setting the alarm and soon I was heading down the freeway, weaving through traffic and singing along to a summer tune playing on the radio. Mentally I went through my underwear drawer. I had some new pieces from a recent shopping spree and a pretty satin white set came to mind. I had a feeling he would like that, white went nice against my olive skin.
Letting myself into my house, I kicked off my heels and set my purse on the
“Mmm.” I threaded my hands into his thick hair. “That feels so nice the way you do that.”
He lifted his head. “Point proven,” he said, grinning and brushing my lips with his. “You’re a very sexual person.”
I furrowed my brow. I’d fallen into that one.
“But can I just say,” he murmured, “that I’m honored you chose to break your two years’ celibacy with me?”
I rubbed my fingertips over his stubbled jawline. “I don’t know how much rational choice there was. I can’t seem to help myself when you’re around.”
“Good, that makes two of us then,” he said. “I’m guessing when you told me I kept making you break a promise to yourself that is what you were talking about.”
I nodded. I was buzzing for him again, his big, naked body pressed onto mine was irresistible. It felt as though I would never get enough of it, enough of him.
He lifted up and slipped from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Only to the dresser, I need another condom if I’m going to make love to you slow and indulgently like we planned.” He pulled open the top drawer and plucked out a jumbo pack. “And it seems we’ll have to do it several times over, because you, wild thing, have lost time to make up for.”
* * * * *
“I have to get to practice,” Rick said, holding a tray in front of me.
“On a Sunday?”
“Yeah, we have a game Tuesday plus I’ve got some stuff to work through with Fergal.”
I smiled up at him and hoisted myself higher on the pillows. I felt satisfied and content, optimistic about my day, hopeful about Rick and the future. It was a seriously good feeling. “This looks lovely,” I said, taking the tray set with pancakes, coffee and a small yellow flower with bright pink stamen.
“I figured you don’t get breakfast in bed very often being a workaholic and all that.” He walked over to the window and drew back one of the heavy black curtains. Brilliant sunshine spilled onto the deep-pile carpet.
I blinked and squinted. “You thought right.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing jeans and a soft white T-shirt with Vipers written in small red stitching over his left chest muscle. His biceps bulged from beneath the sleeves and I wondered if he had to have clothes specially made to accommodate those damn fine muscles of his.
“Will you be here when I get back about three?” he asked.
“I should go home and check a few things, grab my laptop, but yes, I could be back just after three.”
His face broke into a wide smile. “Great,” he said, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “And then we’ll have a special celebration.”
“I think we celebrated in a pretty special way last night, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, that was something else. But today, baby, is my birthday and you, quite honestly, are the best present I could have ever wished for.”
I took my time in Rick’s huge shower, letting the piping-hot water rain down on my body and happily remembering the way he’d made me forget everything last night, including my own name.
But despite waking up feeling sated, there was an edge to my libido again that would soon require satisfying. He’d well and truly awakened a part of me that was craving attention.
His attention.
Finally stepping out, I dressed in the clothes I’d worn the day before, thoroughly looking forward to three o’clock and celebrating his birthday.
He’d left a note with instructions on setting the alarm and soon I was heading down the freeway, weaving through traffic and singing along to a summer tune playing on the radio. Mentally I went through my underwear drawer. I had some new pieces from a recent shopping spree and a pretty satin white set came to mind. I had a feeling he would like that, white went nice against my olive skin.
Letting myself into my house, I kicked off my heels and set my purse on the
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