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SHARI’S CURLS TICKLEDhis chin where she lay tucked against him, her smooth, warm limbs tangled with his. Her breath wafted over his chest. She felt good curled up against him. Right,somehow.
“Shari,” he said, knowing he couldn’t go on deceiving her, not when they’d just made love, not when they were about to enact a repeat performance the second he got his lungs functioning again. “There’s something I want to tellyou.”
“Oh, me, too.” She tilted her head so she could look at him and, since he was only human and had just had some of the greatest sex of his life, he couldn’t resist kissingher.
“Mmm,” she said after what was supposed to be a friendly little kiss turned full-blown passionate, and he had to start over again retrieving his breath. “I want to tell you that most women really love it when a man talks to them in the bedroom.” She shot him a glance. “And I don’t mean talking dirty, though that can be fun.” She kissed him softly. “You’re really good at that. Attalking.”
He stared at her. She was totally getting into this intimate tutoring role. He wondered if she even knew she was using a teacher’s voice on him. A startling possibility occurred to him. Was she so free and uninhibited with him because she assumed she had more experience and technique than he did? He could imagine that happening, and he loved the thought that by helping him, she was giving him all of herself. What a crazyidea.
He’d tried twice now to tell her he was the author of the damn book and both times she’d shut him up before he got a chance. Perhaps fate was at work here. There was no harm in his small deception, after all. It wasn’t as if anyone was getting hurt. He was having the time of his life—and the sex of his life—and she was quite clearly enjoying her role asteacher.
And, after usually being the instigator of sex and the aggressor, Luke wasn’t a man to say no when told to lie back and enjoy theride.
He chuckled, unable to help himself. Her head bobbed up and down with his chest as laughter shook him. “What?”
“I was just thinking what an excellent teacher youare.”
“It’s agift.”
He rolled her onto her back so that he ended up on top of her. “You in my bed is a gift,” he said. Enough already with him being the passive one. She could play teacher anytime she wanted, but right now, he felt like showing her a few moves of hisown.
Her eyes widened when he made it evident to her that his cock was all perked up and ready to party. “Again?”
“You got a problem with that?” he said, grinning down at her, enjoying the sight of her curls tossed all over thepillow.
Asmugfemale smirk met his gaze. “Oo-ooh, no,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for akiss.
He had a new condom on in record time. Luke slipped inside her at the same time he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Wet sweetness seemed to engulf him everywhere. He wanted to keep on kissing her and he wanted to watch her face as he took her over the edge. He solved his dilemma by kissing her for a while and then pulling back to watch her for a while. Now that the frantic edge of lust had abated, he could take his time and enjoy a slower ride. He watched her eyes darken and her cheeks flush, then her hair danced on his pillow as she began to toss her head. Her breathing turned to panting and was then lost in high-pitchedcries.
He grabbed her hips and raised them, and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. He wanted to wait, wanted to watch her through every stage of climax before seeking his own pleasure, but he was balanced on the knife edge of his own keendesire.
She was so close he felt her tightening around his cock, squeezing him with her inner muscles until sweat popped out on his forehead at the effort of holding himself in check. He thought one of them might burst if the pressure didn’t let off soon. And then her hand snuck under him before he realized what she was doing, and she was holding his balls, squeezing themgently.
It must be instinct that had her squeezing to the same rhythm as her clenching inner muscles, but it was too much. He couldn’t hold back. With a great moaning roar, he thrust deep and fast, tossing her over the edge and diving in right alongsideher.
SHARI AWOKE,groggy but content, her body curved againstLuke’s.
“Morning,” a sleepy male voice murmured, so close his breath stirred her hair, tickled the back of herneck.
“Morning,” she replied, feeling not quite ready to face him. She was naked and wore no makeup. She hadn’t intended to stay the night, but somewhere along the line she’d fallenasleep.
Waking together implied an intimacy she wasn’t ready for in this very oddrelationship.
“Coffee?” he asked on ayawn.
She raised her head and squinted at the clock, more to buy herself a bit of time than because she cared what time it was. It was Saturday. She could stay in bed all day if she wanted to. The rush of warmth that suffused her at the thought had her blinking. It was just after nine. Late for her, but then she didn’t often make love far into thenight.
It was rarer still for her to sleep over at a man’s place. In fact, she hadn’t done it since Gary and that had been more than six monthsago.
Realizing she still hadn’t answered Luke’s question, she decided pleading a fictitious morning appointment when she was too fuzzy-headed to think of anything half believable would only feel childish. “Thanks. I’d lovesome.”
Unlike her, Luke seemed totally unfazed about slipping out of bed naked. She was awfully glad he did as it allowed her to peek and confirm that every part of his physique looked as strong and lean and wonderful as itfelt.
He scratched his chest,yawned and dug into the old oak dresser for sweats that he slipped on without any underwear.Yum.
He disappeared into the bathroom and came out a couple of minutes later with a faded navy terry-cloth robe. “Here,” he said, laying it across her knees. “Borrow that if youlike.”
