Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [60]
“Wait,” she whispered against his lips, stepping back to separate their bodies by an inch or so. Far enough for her to work the panties down her hips and let them drop to the floor.
The stockings—and the high-heeled gold sandals—she left on.
“You are utterly stunning,” he said through a tight-sounding throat. “As pagan and seductive as any tribal goddess I’ve ever imagined.”
Oooh, she liked that image. Liked him gazing at her with that appreciation—and hunger, while looking very much the adventurer she imagined him to be in his travels.
Then his hunger faded. He dropped his head back with a moan and ran one hand through his hair in frustration. “Oh, my God, I didn’t stock these pockets.”
It didn’t sink in at first. Then she realized what he meant. He hadn’t brought any condoms.
“I don’t suppose this is the kind of place that provides them in the men’s room,” he added.
“Wanna dash across the hall real quick to find out?” she asked, eyeing him and wagging her brows.
He moved closer, towering over her as he growled, “How can you find this funny?”
Tori nipped at his chest, toyed with one of his flat nipples until it puckered between her fingers. And until he hissed. “Maybe,” she finally replied, “because I stocked my purse?”
He looked up. “There is a God.”
Tori had dropped her tiny handbag on the sofa. As she reached for it, she sent up a mental thanks to Sukie, who’d made her take a handful of condoms…just in case. Tori had never expected to need them, but she’d left one in her bag…again, just in case.
Drew didn’t need any more urging to continue. She barely had time to reach into the bag and pull out the little packet when he picked her up and lowered her to the sofa. He kissed her, long and sweet, as his hands moved over her body, bringing her to rapturous peaks of pleasure.
He seemed to like the feel of the stockings, because he took delight in stroking her thighs, rising higher and higher, toward the elastic. And above it. But only to tease her, to scrape his fingers across her curls until she clenched and shivered in anticipation, only to move away again.
“More, please,” she whispered.
“There are no planters handy for you to bash my head in with,” he said as he lowered his mouth to her breast. His tongue flicked out to scrape across her nipple, and she arched her back, giving him more access. He did as she silently demanded, sucking it deep into his mouth until the sensation traveled throughout her body, increasing the throbbing between her thighs.
“I don’t feel the need to threaten you tonight,” she managed to whisper between choppy breaths. “But you should remember, I do believe in an eye for an eye.” Giving him only a second’s warning with one evil grin, she pushed him over and moved on top of him. “And a torment for a torment.” Then she began to move her lips and hands over his body, delighting in tasting his skin, feeling his strength and his warmth.
“I love doing this with you,” she murmured as she kissed a trail across his chest, tasting the ripples of muscle with her tongue.
“That makes two of us.”
Finally, unable to take any more, she pulled away and tore the condom open. Drew watched with fire in his eyes while she sheathed him, probably expecting her to keep control. But she didn’t want it. She wanted him to ride her this time, slow and deep and strong.
Lying back, she pulled him on top of her, parting her legs and whispering, “Make love to me now.”
He did, sliding into her slowly, carefully, again building that pleasure until she could only purr at how good it felt. He continued his leisurely pace until buried completely inside her, kissing her deeply all the while.
They continued like that. Giving and taking. With wet kisses and languorous strokes. Tori whispered things. How much she loved what they did together. How amazing he made her feel. How she never wanted it to end.
He whispered something back. As the passion overwhelmed them and