second.”
While he rolled on the protection, she rose to her knees. When he was finished, she settled herself over him and slowly sank onto him. He filled her completely…deliciously. It was too amazing, she thought, losing herself in the sensation.
He didn’t help when he slipped a hand between her thighs and brushed his thumb against her still-throbbing center. A half dozen or so strokes later and she felt herself soaring again. She rose and fell, caressing him, filling herself. He settled his free hand on her hip to guide her to the right rhythm.
She wanted to watch. She wanted to see the passion overtake him, but as her own need grew, her eyelids fluttered closed. There was only the feel of the man inside her and the way he continued to touch her between her legs.
Tension grew. She felt it in him, as well. Faster and faster she rode him until the end was in sight, then inevitable. Her body convulsed in release, clamping around him, daring him not to give way, as well.
He stiffened, then called out her name. She felt him shudder, and she shuddered herself. Then she braced her arms on the bed and bent toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, settling her on his chest and brushing her hair out of her face.
Their hearts still thundered, in unison, she noticed as the world returned to focus. The steady beating slowed slightly. Her body ached in the best way possible. Tiny aftershocks rippled through her.
“Even better than that first time,” she whispered.
“I’ll agree. My theory is all that mental practice. I’ve been imagining this for nearly two weeks.”
She smiled weakly, wondering if she had the same excuse. While she had been thinking about making love with Rick, she hadn’t been as specific. For her it had been more vague and slightly romantic. Moonlight, flowers, declarations of—
She pushed herself off his chest and stared at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
Nothing that she could share with him. Not without them both thinking she was crazy.
She slid off him and slipped under the covers while he disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared, she forced herself to smile and act normal. As normal as was possible under the circumstances.
“I thought we might lie here until we get enough strength to shrug into the bathrobes hanging in thebathroom. Then we can call room service and order the dinner we just missed.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, pleased that her voice didn’t seem to be giving anything away.
He put an arm around her and drew her next to him. “I’d like to spend the night with you,” he said. “We don’t have to make love if you don’t want to, but I would like you close.”
She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’d like that, too. Both the sleeping and the making love.”
“Really?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
There was no point in not making love with him, she told herself as she breathed in the scent of his body and felt her heart constrict a little. Somewhere along the way she’d fallen in love with Rick. Or worse, she’d never stopped loving him. Whichever it was didn’t matter. Either way, she was a goner.
Chapter Eight
“Y ou all right?” Rick asked, giving Mandy a quick look as they drove north from Los Angeles.
“Sure.” She smoothed the hem of her shorts and smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
There was a question he couldn’t answer. If he could, he probably wouldn’t be wondering about it in the first place.
Something was different. She was different. He couldn’t figure out what it was, but he sensed it with a certainty that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.
The feeling had first come over him sometime in the night. He’d awakened to find Mandy on her side, awake and watching him. When he’d asked her what was wrong, she hadn’t answered. Instead she’d slid close and started making love with an intensity that had left him shuddering and out of breath.
They’d made love
While he rolled on the protection, she rose to her knees. When he was finished, she settled herself over him and slowly sank onto him. He filled her completely…deliciously. It was too amazing, she thought, losing herself in the sensation.
He didn’t help when he slipped a hand between her thighs and brushed his thumb against her still-throbbing center. A half dozen or so strokes later and she felt herself soaring again. She rose and fell, caressing him, filling herself. He settled his free hand on her hip to guide her to the right rhythm.
She wanted to watch. She wanted to see the passion overtake him, but as her own need grew, her eyelids fluttered closed. There was only the feel of the man inside her and the way he continued to touch her between her legs.
Tension grew. She felt it in him, as well. Faster and faster she rode him until the end was in sight, then inevitable. Her body convulsed in release, clamping around him, daring him not to give way, as well.
He stiffened, then called out her name. She felt him shudder, and she shuddered herself. Then she braced her arms on the bed and bent toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, settling her on his chest and brushing her hair out of her face.
Their hearts still thundered, in unison, she noticed as the world returned to focus. The steady beating slowed slightly. Her body ached in the best way possible. Tiny aftershocks rippled through her.
“Even better than that first time,” she whispered.
“I’ll agree. My theory is all that mental practice. I’ve been imagining this for nearly two weeks.”
She smiled weakly, wondering if she had the same excuse. While she had been thinking about making love with Rick, she hadn’t been as specific. For her it had been more vague and slightly romantic. Moonlight, flowers, declarations of—
She pushed herself off his chest and stared at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
Nothing that she could share with him. Not without them both thinking she was crazy.
She slid off him and slipped under the covers while he disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared, she forced herself to smile and act normal. As normal as was possible under the circumstances.
“I thought we might lie here until we get enough strength to shrug into the bathrobes hanging in thebathroom. Then we can call room service and order the dinner we just missed.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, pleased that her voice didn’t seem to be giving anything away.
He put an arm around her and drew her next to him. “I’d like to spend the night with you,” he said. “We don’t have to make love if you don’t want to, but I would like you close.”
She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’d like that, too. Both the sleeping and the making love.”
“Really?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
There was no point in not making love with him, she told herself as she breathed in the scent of his body and felt her heart constrict a little. Somewhere along the way she’d fallen in love with Rick. Or worse, she’d never stopped loving him. Whichever it was didn’t matter. Either way, she was a goner.
Chapter Eight
“Y ou all right?” Rick asked, giving Mandy a quick look as they drove north from Los Angeles.
“Sure.” She smoothed the hem of her shorts and smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
There was a question he couldn’t answer. If he could, he probably wouldn’t be wondering about it in the first place.
Something was different. She was different. He couldn’t figure out what it was, but he sensed it with a certainty that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.
The feeling had first come over him sometime in the night. He’d awakened to find Mandy on her side, awake and watching him. When he’d asked her what was wrong, she hadn’t answered. Instead she’d slid close and started making love with an intensity that had left him shuddering and out of breath.
They’d made love
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