flung my pants to the side. “Christina,” I said as I rolled the condom on.
She watched me with a hunger that made my hands shake a little.“Hmm?” Now she was the one with her eyes glued on me.
I repositioned her on the bed. Standing over her, I slid a finger and then a second between her legs to test her readiness. Her groan and her heated moisture told me she was ready. Lying over her I slid forward, slowly breaching her opening and sinking deep. She was snug, pulsing and warm. We both groaned and shuddered. Her arms and legs came up to pull me closer. I sunk in a little deeper.“In case I forget to tell you …”
“Yes?” She shifted slightly and squeezed her internal muscles around me.
I sucked in a breath and had to concentrate on what I was trying to say.“In case I forget to tell you later … this is the best non-date I’ve ever had.” I slid back a little bit and sunk back in, rotating my hips.
“Umm, Steven—shut up and don’t date me some more.”
I shut up and got down to business.
9
We Kiss and Say Good-bye
Christina—Saturday, August 15, 10:18 a.m.
I t took me a second to figure out where I was when my eyes opened. Squinting against a bright light, I blinked a few times. I was naked, in bed, in a hotel room. I blinked some more to focus. I was… in New York City. I turned my head. For the second time in as many days, I found myself waking with my head on Steven’s shoulder and my hand on his …oh! That was not his chest—considerably south of that but also with a pulse of its own. I started to lift my hand away when his hand covered mine.
“It’s okay, baby, leave it there,” he said in a deep and sleepy voice.
It was the exact same thing he had said yesterday. “Déjà vu?”
“This is much, much better.” He kissed my forehead.
I lifted my gaze to meet his.“Hey, you.”
“Hey.Are you freaking out yet?” He traced his index finger along my hairline and down my cheek.
“Should I be?” Really, I was more worried about what my hair looked like.
“We had dinner, we went dancing, we…”
“Burned up some sheets?” Casually, I stroked upward with my hand. I loved the heavy weight of him. He was long, thick, and smooth.Amazing how much pleasure those inches of flesh could provide. Stroking down and back up, I smiled with the memories of the night. He twitched, growing firmer and warmer in my hand. Fascinated, I squeezed along every inch from base to tip and flicked lightly across the head with my thumb.
“Dear God, that’s good.You have the hands of a…anyway, yes, we set the sheets aflame. Three times at my last count. I think we broke all your non-date rules.” His finger moved down the side of my neck to my shoulder.
“Are you in love with me?” I shivered a little at his touch, switching strokes to teasing flicks with my fingertips.
He pulled in a deep breath as his finger slid from my shoulder to my chest. “I’m in love with your left hand right now.That’s all I can attest to.”
“Well then, I think we’re still okay. It’s only the men who profess to love me that cause me problems.” I slowed my tempo to match his lazy touches.
“Are you in love with
me?
” His finger grazed my right nipple as if by accident and then circled, pressed, and moved to the left.
“There are a few parts of you that I am growing mighty fond of.” I slid on top of him and looked my fill. He was smooth muscles covered with honey-kissed skin. He was long lines and aroused-male scent. I sat up, wriggling my hips a little.
“You better watch yourself, girl.You are asking for it.”
“I just might be.Are you going to give it to me?”
He put his hands on my hips and arched up. I was so liquid, his hardness slid back and forth making wet noises.“Only if you ask me nicely.”
I leaned down and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “Steven, I’m wet.”
“I noticed that.”
“I’m wet, I’m sticky, my hair is all over my head, I don’t know what kind
She watched me with a hunger that made my hands shake a little.“Hmm?” Now she was the one with her eyes glued on me.
I repositioned her on the bed. Standing over her, I slid a finger and then a second between her legs to test her readiness. Her groan and her heated moisture told me she was ready. Lying over her I slid forward, slowly breaching her opening and sinking deep. She was snug, pulsing and warm. We both groaned and shuddered. Her arms and legs came up to pull me closer. I sunk in a little deeper.“In case I forget to tell you …”
“Yes?” She shifted slightly and squeezed her internal muscles around me.
I sucked in a breath and had to concentrate on what I was trying to say.“In case I forget to tell you later … this is the best non-date I’ve ever had.” I slid back a little bit and sunk back in, rotating my hips.
“Umm, Steven—shut up and don’t date me some more.”
I shut up and got down to business.
9
We Kiss and Say Good-bye
Christina—Saturday, August 15, 10:18 a.m.
I t took me a second to figure out where I was when my eyes opened. Squinting against a bright light, I blinked a few times. I was naked, in bed, in a hotel room. I blinked some more to focus. I was… in New York City. I turned my head. For the second time in as many days, I found myself waking with my head on Steven’s shoulder and my hand on his …oh! That was not his chest—considerably south of that but also with a pulse of its own. I started to lift my hand away when his hand covered mine.
“It’s okay, baby, leave it there,” he said in a deep and sleepy voice.
It was the exact same thing he had said yesterday. “Déjà vu?”
“This is much, much better.” He kissed my forehead.
I lifted my gaze to meet his.“Hey, you.”
“Hey.Are you freaking out yet?” He traced his index finger along my hairline and down my cheek.
“Should I be?” Really, I was more worried about what my hair looked like.
“We had dinner, we went dancing, we…”
“Burned up some sheets?” Casually, I stroked upward with my hand. I loved the heavy weight of him. He was long, thick, and smooth.Amazing how much pleasure those inches of flesh could provide. Stroking down and back up, I smiled with the memories of the night. He twitched, growing firmer and warmer in my hand. Fascinated, I squeezed along every inch from base to tip and flicked lightly across the head with my thumb.
“Dear God, that’s good.You have the hands of a…anyway, yes, we set the sheets aflame. Three times at my last count. I think we broke all your non-date rules.” His finger moved down the side of my neck to my shoulder.
“Are you in love with me?” I shivered a little at his touch, switching strokes to teasing flicks with my fingertips.
He pulled in a deep breath as his finger slid from my shoulder to my chest. “I’m in love with your left hand right now.That’s all I can attest to.”
“Well then, I think we’re still okay. It’s only the men who profess to love me that cause me problems.” I slowed my tempo to match his lazy touches.
“Are you in love with
me?
” His finger grazed my right nipple as if by accident and then circled, pressed, and moved to the left.
“There are a few parts of you that I am growing mighty fond of.” I slid on top of him and looked my fill. He was smooth muscles covered with honey-kissed skin. He was long lines and aroused-male scent. I sat up, wriggling my hips a little.
“You better watch yourself, girl.You are asking for it.”
“I just might be.Are you going to give it to me?”
He put his hands on my hips and arched up. I was so liquid, his hardness slid back and forth making wet noises.“Only if you ask me nicely.”
I leaned down and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “Steven, I’m wet.”
“I noticed that.”
“I’m wet, I’m sticky, my hair is all over my head, I don’t know what kind
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