before finally answering.
His voice rumbled in her ears as his hands trailed down her back and over her backside. “I was just laying here thinking that my sister’s going to give me hell tomorrow morning. I told her I’d be back in a few minutes to explain why she absolutely did not want to move to Vegas.”
Cordelia couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Here she was lying practically on top of him, completely sexually sated, and he was thinking about his sister. Hmmm. “So that goofy grin was about your sister?”
He must’ve felt the tension return in her shoulders because this time he did laugh. “Na. That goofy grin had absolutely nothing to do with Taylor.”
Even though his hands felt fantastic, Cordelia pushed up on her arms once again so she could see his face when she spoke. “So what exactly were you thinking?”
His hands trailed down her back until his fingers brushed the tiny heart shaped tattoo on her left buttock. The one she’d come away with the last time she’d taken Irene up on one of her dares. Oh Lord.
“I was just wondering what the heart here means. It was a nice surprise to find. Makes me feel like I’m in on a big secret. Like I’ll be able to look at you any time and know that underneath whatever you happen to be wearing is a cute little pink heart.”
Cordelia gasped as he pushed her onto the bed and then bent over and placed his lips right over the tattoo she’d tried to forget until this very moment.
“That I’ll know what it tastes like.” He stopped talking and she laughed as his tongue gently licked before he continued.
“I was thinking that maybe we should come up with a code word or something. Some little phrase I could say to remind you that I know about your little secret and that I’m very, very impressed.”
And then he straightened back up and rolled over on his side beside her. “I was just thinking about that and wondering why I was so shocked to see it.”
Cordelia tried to reign her thoughts back in. To remind her body that she’d made love and then some tonight. That she really didn’t need Joe to relieve the ache he’d instantly given birth to the moment his lips touched her skin.
She really had to get her thoughts back together. He believed she was a sophisticated lover. A woman who could hold her own with the big city boys any time. Someone like Irene. Wanton, wicked, and loving every minute of it.
Right this minute she was all three.
Clearing her throat she rolled over so she could see him. And then she employed the only trick she could think of. Repetition. “Wondering why you were shocked?”
There. Her words even sounded normal. Not at all breathless.
She bit her lip as he ran a hand through his hair. Good grief. She was truly a lost cause. Just watching his fingers come in contact with his silky smooth hair was driving her crazy.
“Yeah. You know. I was asking myself why I was shocked. But it doesn’t really matter.”
Cordelia agreed. It didn’t matter. Not a bit. In fact, at this point it didn’t matter if he knew the truth about her. That his surprise wasn’t all that out of line. That she wasn’t actually the heart tattoo kind of girl.
They’d made love, and the sex was beyond incredible. She’d lived out her fantasy in one night.
Of course he didn’t need to know the truth about her. Not really. This was all pretend. Like playing dress up when she was a kid. Only a billion times better.
But something inside kept her quiet. And when he asked about the tattoo again, she laughed and told him all about the dare and Irene. About how she’d danced on pool tables after one tequila shot too many. About how she’d woken to find the tattoo and a note from Irene telling to live, live, live. But she didn’t let him know how completely out of character for her the night had been.
Because that night wasn’t out of character for the woman she was right then. When she finished telling the story, she decided
His voice rumbled in her ears as his hands trailed down her back and over her backside. “I was just laying here thinking that my sister’s going to give me hell tomorrow morning. I told her I’d be back in a few minutes to explain why she absolutely did not want to move to Vegas.”
Cordelia couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Here she was lying practically on top of him, completely sexually sated, and he was thinking about his sister. Hmmm. “So that goofy grin was about your sister?”
He must’ve felt the tension return in her shoulders because this time he did laugh. “Na. That goofy grin had absolutely nothing to do with Taylor.”
Even though his hands felt fantastic, Cordelia pushed up on her arms once again so she could see his face when she spoke. “So what exactly were you thinking?”
His hands trailed down her back until his fingers brushed the tiny heart shaped tattoo on her left buttock. The one she’d come away with the last time she’d taken Irene up on one of her dares. Oh Lord.
“I was just wondering what the heart here means. It was a nice surprise to find. Makes me feel like I’m in on a big secret. Like I’ll be able to look at you any time and know that underneath whatever you happen to be wearing is a cute little pink heart.”
Cordelia gasped as he pushed her onto the bed and then bent over and placed his lips right over the tattoo she’d tried to forget until this very moment.
“That I’ll know what it tastes like.” He stopped talking and she laughed as his tongue gently licked before he continued.
“I was thinking that maybe we should come up with a code word or something. Some little phrase I could say to remind you that I know about your little secret and that I’m very, very impressed.”
And then he straightened back up and rolled over on his side beside her. “I was just thinking about that and wondering why I was so shocked to see it.”
Cordelia tried to reign her thoughts back in. To remind her body that she’d made love and then some tonight. That she really didn’t need Joe to relieve the ache he’d instantly given birth to the moment his lips touched her skin.
She really had to get her thoughts back together. He believed she was a sophisticated lover. A woman who could hold her own with the big city boys any time. Someone like Irene. Wanton, wicked, and loving every minute of it.
Right this minute she was all three.
Clearing her throat she rolled over so she could see him. And then she employed the only trick she could think of. Repetition. “Wondering why you were shocked?”
There. Her words even sounded normal. Not at all breathless.
She bit her lip as he ran a hand through his hair. Good grief. She was truly a lost cause. Just watching his fingers come in contact with his silky smooth hair was driving her crazy.
“Yeah. You know. I was asking myself why I was shocked. But it doesn’t really matter.”
Cordelia agreed. It didn’t matter. Not a bit. In fact, at this point it didn’t matter if he knew the truth about her. That his surprise wasn’t all that out of line. That she wasn’t actually the heart tattoo kind of girl.
They’d made love, and the sex was beyond incredible. She’d lived out her fantasy in one night.
Of course he didn’t need to know the truth about her. Not really. This was all pretend. Like playing dress up when she was a kid. Only a billion times better.
But something inside kept her quiet. And when he asked about the tattoo again, she laughed and told him all about the dare and Irene. About how she’d danced on pool tables after one tequila shot too many. About how she’d woken to find the tattoo and a note from Irene telling to live, live, live. But she didn’t let him know how completely out of character for her the night had been.
Because that night wasn’t out of character for the woman she was right then. When she finished telling the story, she decided
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