Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [58]
“Please…” she urged, not sure what she was asking for.
He continued his gentle assault. His hands were in motion now, stroking her thighs, her hips, her belly, still going nowhere near the pulsing core of her. She knew when he finally did touch her there, she would come apart all over again, and she writhed beneath him, nearly mindless.
Unable to resist, Kelsey began a reciprocal study of Mitch’s body. He was hard, with long, muscular planes that she stroked and kneaded. Her fingertips danced across his supple skin, savoring the textures. He was ticklish at the ribs, sighed when she stroked his back, and hissed when she lightly bit his earlobe.
“Slow and steady this time, sweetheart,” he whispered before dropping his mouth to hers for a long, slow, wet kiss.
Mitch could feel Kelsey shaking with her need. She was so beautifully responsive, arching into his hands, soundlessly pleading with him to bring her the release she craved. And finally he complied, sliding his hand down her body in one long, smooth caress and finding her heat.
Her heightened nerve endings exploded when he made his touch more intimate, and bolts of pleasure rocked through her instantly. She didn’t even have time to come floating back to earth and suddenly he was sliding into her, building the pleasure all over again.
The loving was gentle and tender and so emotionally fulfilling that Kelsey nearly cried with the beauty of it.
THE PHONE WAS RIGHT by her ear and jarred Kelsey awake with its strident bellow. Not opening her eyes, she reached over to the bedside table and felt around until she found the receiver.
“Hello?” she muttered, still not fully awake.
“Kelsey?” came the surprised response.
“Mom?” she muttered, finally opening her eyes and glancing at the phone. It wasn’t hers. Her phone was white and streamlined, and this one was black and bulky. She sat up in bed, staring wide-eyed around the room, with its mahogany furnishings and burgundy bedding, and at the dark man who stirred in the bed next to her. Oh my God!
Mitch, not really awake either, was about to answer the phone when the intrusive summons stopped in mid-ring. He rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep. Then he heard Kelsey’s scratchy voice, saying hello and calling someone “mom.” Mom? He bolted up.
“Oh, no, Mom…yeah, you probably misdialed,” Kelsey said breathlessly, shooting Mitch an apologetic look. “No, that’s okay. What time is it? No, the electricity went out last night and my clock’s not working. Eight-thirty? No, that’s fine, honestly.”
Mitch ran his fingers through his mussed hair and listened to Kelsey’s side of the conversation. He could not believe she had answered the phone, and, of all times, it was her mother calling! Marge Logan had only called twice in the past several weeks, and never this early on a Sunday morning.
Kelsey finished the call quickly and hung up the phone. She looked at him, biting her lip uncertainly. “Mitch, I’m sorry. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“What did she say?”
“She thought she dialed the wrong number. I imagine she’ll be calling you back shortly.”
Kelsey watched him frown. She couldn’t stand to see the look of guilt on his face. She quickly reached to a chair next to the bed and grabbed the shirt he’d worn to the ball the night before. She slipped it over her head just as the phone rang. No way did she want to stick around and watch Mitch close up on her again, overcome with guilt while he talked to her mother. Not after last night. She got up and rushed to the bathroom.
“Hello?” she heard him answer before she shut the door with a click.
Kelsey studied her face in the bathroom mirror. Her makeup, which she’d neglected to take off the night before, was smeared on her face, and her hair was a wild, tangled mess. Her lips were swollen, so well kissed she didn’t know if she’d ever stop feeling his mouth was still on hers.
“Of all the rotten timing,” she muttered.
They should have been slowly waking up together, touching each other, sharing gentle kisses. There should have