Asking for Trouble - Leslie Kelly [83]
“No eggs Benedict? I’m crushed.”
She thunked him on the head. The woman actually thunked him on the head!
“Ow! Register those fingers of yours as lethal weapons.”
“Mama can leave bruises. But that’s not nearly as bad as when she grabs you by the ear.”
He immediately lifted a self-protective hand to the side of his head.
She laced her fingers in his and tugged his hand away. “You’re safe. For now.” Pressing a quick kiss on his lips, she said, “But I need to get moving. I’m going to track down that thought in my head no matter what.”
“Lottie,” he said, not releasing her, “it can wait a few minutes. I haven’t said good morning to you the way I want to yet.”
And he drew her back into his arms.
15
Lottie
I LOVE MORNING SEX. I love the laziness of it, when every stroke is accentuated and every touch lingers. At least, that’s the kind of morning sex I’d had with Simon.
This morning was no exception. Despite my concerns—and the stress we were both under—the minute I saw that look in his eyes, I knew everything else could wait. This was far more important.
Especially if there were any chance I was still leaving the next day. Because, as of yet, I hadn’t figured out a way to get him to ask me to stay.
Lying on Simon’s chest, I leaned down and met his mouth in a deep, wet kiss full of promise and hunger. He cupped my face, wrapping his fingers in my hair as he so loved to do. I loved the way he played with my hair—so sensuously, reverently almost.
Ending the kiss, I reached down and shoved the covers away, wanting to see him. Wanting to watch us. A sexy, confident smile signaled his approval.
Straddling him, I cupped his sex against mine, not letting him enter me yet, wanting to do much more before we reached that delicious point. In the bright light of day, I looked down at him, studying his handsome face and his stubbled jaw. I stroked his chest, then bent and pressed my lips against his scar, saying nothing. Nothing needed to be said.
I continued kissing my way across his chest, dipping my tongue into the hollow of his throat, then lower so I could swirl it over his flat nipple. He jerked beneath me, thrusting up in reaction. I hissed as he slid a tiny bit into me, loving the feel of him without the separation of a condom. I wanted his hot skin, just him, but I knew we couldn’t be so foolish.
He appeared to agree. “You feel amazing. So hot, so wet…but…”
“I got it,” I murmured, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a condom from the box lying there. My position gave him access and he took advantage of it, sucking my nipple into his mouth and savoring it completely.
Groaning, I stayed still, loving the thorough attention. My body began to move, through no volition of mine, until I was rubbing my wet lips against his erection, dying—just dying—for another forbidden taste.
I like kids. Would he like kids?
I forced the thought away and tore the condom open. He took it out of my hands, which were shaking too much to deal with it. Scooting back, I watched as he covered himself, making a mental promise that someday—hopefully someday soon—I would have him without any barriers. Any separation whatsoever.
“I need you so much, Lottie,” he whispered as he shifted me back into position over him.
“I…need you, too.” I’d almost said the wrong word. Almost admitted I loved him. But I knew he wasn’t ready to hear that yet. Not while living under this cloud.
So I slowly began to move, sliding down onto him, taking him into my body. Imprinting the beautiful sensation into the recesses of my memory.
Just in case the cloud never disappeared. And this was all we had.
SIMON LEFT after breakfast. I know he absolutely hated to go, not wanting to leave me alone here. But since we’d gone through every inch of the place yesterday, I felt pretty safe. “Every door and window is locked and I’ll barricade the front door after you,”