Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [35]
“Do you know,” he said, even more softly, seductively, “that we’re only just getting started here? Do you know that, before this is over, you’re going to do things with me you’ve never even imagined?”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the shadows. His words made her insides sizzle, but she wasn’t surprised. Subconsciously, she must have known the moment he slipped into bed with her that he wouldn’t have come all this way just for one simply lay. “Yes, I know. And I can’t wait to see what they are.”
He drew his head back deeper into the pillow, his look teasing. “And you’re not going to fight me, act outraged and offended, and tell me over and over that this isn’t you?”
She blinked, then smiled gently into his eyes. “Probably, at some point,” she replied, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. “But I guess you’ll just have to persuade me.”
With that, she kissed him, another stunning we’ve-been-kissing-each-other-forever kiss, and it shored up her resolve. This man had found something in her she hadn’t known existed. Part of her wanted to cringe—it felt so foreign. But if she was honest, a bigger part of her was fascinated with her new self, and she wanted nothing more than to keep fascinating him, too.
Chapter Seven
The only bad thing about the marvelous floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows in the bedroom was when the morning sun came blasting through. But Laura didn’t really mind—since her arrival here, the sun had gotten her up and to the computer early, and now, today, it didn’t bother her because she had such a nice view. Not of the vast wintry landscape outside, but of the man in her bed.
She turned to look, lifting slightly. It was like in a museum when a bright light shone upon a masterpiece. And in this case the masterpiece was Braden. High cheekbones and a patrician nose made him classically handsome, but the wayward lock of raven hair dipping over his forehead and the stubble dusting his chin that had grown even thicker overnight hinted at the bad boy inside. She’d been right—she didn’t get guys like him. Only she had him now.
And even in the light of day, she harbored no regrets. Maybe she was conservative enough to need him here in order to be bad with him. But she was also free enough, suddenly hedonistic enough, now that he’d arrived, to keep on being bad—and to see this for what it was, a golden opportunity to indulge in the sort of affair she’d never experience at home, in her real world, her real life.
She bit her lip, studying his supreme male beauty, letting her gaze drop to his bare chest as her thoughts dropped even lower, beneath the covers. She drew in her breath, remembering what it had felt like to have him inside her.
Rolling to her back, she cast a little smile heavenward. She couldn’t be completely sure God would approve, but she liked to think He wouldn’t drop something like this in her lap if He didn’t want her to enjoy it.
“Morning, snowflake.”
She glanced to her lover as he pushed up on one elbow, wearing his own naughty little grin.
“Thinking about last night?” he asked, eyes teasing her.
“Guilty as charged.”
“Then you’re not sorry I came?”
She shook her head against the pillow. “Just the opposite. I told you that last night.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have changed your mind by now.”
“Let’s just say having the real thing is a whole lot more persuasive than having just a camera.”
He gave a short nod, devilishly arching one eyebrow. “So you liked my cock.”
She was ready and willing to be bad, but in the bright morning sun, such talk still sent heat spreading through her cheeks.
He laughed softly and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, honey—it likes you, too.”
“I can’t imagine what you must think of me by now,” she said in a rush of honesty. “I guess I seem like I have a split personality. One minute I’m willing, the next I’m not. I probably seem like . . . someone in need of medication,” she concluded with a giggle and wished she didn’t sound so nervous.
But he stayed cool, sexy, his voice coming low. “You just seem like