Part 9 (2/2)
”Ah.” The smile widened. ”That's okay.”
”But first I want to lick you.”
Her smile faltered, but the heat in her eyes blazed. She swallowed and licked her lips again while she took a deep breath. At first he thought he'd made a mistake, that he'd frightened her again, but without another word, Sarah straddled him, bent to kiss him, then slid her body up along his, until his mouth could reach her.
Alex put his hands on her hips and kissed her. She sighed when he did, and she trembled, but she didn't pull away. He slid his tongue along her folds and found the spot he knew brought her the most pleasure. She sighed again, louder this time. He cupped her b.u.t.tocks as he licked her, and she tensed and relaxed as her hips began to move against his tongue.
Sarah's head fell back, and her gorgeous brown curls fell down over her back to graze his knuckles. He wanted to tangle his hands in the silken tangle, but couldn't the way they were. He had to content himself with moving her body against his mouth and lips and tongue, with licking her until she began to moan, and until her body clenched in her first o.r.g.a.s.m.
He wasn't done with her. Gently, Alex rolled her over while he slid open the night stand drawer and pulled out a small foil packet. Sheathing himself quickly, because he could barely stand to wait, he slid inside her. Then he waited for a minute to catch his breath. Resting on his forearms, he leaned down to kiss her lips and cheeks while she smiled and wiggled beneath him.
”Stay still,” he whispered.
”I can't,” she whispered back with a giggle. She moved again, arching her back and tilting her pelvis to take more of him in.
”You have to,” he replied. ”Or else I'm going to be finished before we start.”
She laughed again, a low, husky sound that made his b.a.l.l.s tighten. ”That's something I like about you, Alex. Most guys would not admit to a lack of control in the bed.”
”I'm not admitting anything,” he told her with a gentle thrust that made her moan aloud.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her. ”Alex ... less talking. More action.”
”Your wish is my command,” he whispered and kissed her again.
He'd said the words as a joke, light-hearted humor, but as soon as they left his mouth, he knew he meant them. He wanted to please Sarah, not just in bed, but everywhere. He wanted to make her smile, hear her laugh. He wanted to take care of her.
Love her.
The thought filled his mind before he could stop it, but then the pa.s.sion overtook him and he moved with her until he couldn't think any more.
Sarah was late to work and didn't care. She had a pile of mail to go through and a crisis with the printer, and she didn't care about that either. Life is good, Sarah reflected as she settled down at her desk. She felt like singing.
”You are late!” Darren announced from the doorway.
”I know.” She grinned uncontrollably.
Darren looked at her carefully, then shut the door behind him and slid into the chair across from her. ”'Fess up, honey. You've got happy written all over your face.”
”Let's just say I had an interesting evening.”
Darren used his wonderful power of expression to let her know he wasn't fooled. ”And morning, too, it looks like.”
She shrugged, unable to stop smiling. ”Maybe.”
”Maybe, nothing!” Darren hooted, slapping the desk. ”You got yourself a
boyfriend!”
Sarah shushed him and winced. ”Why not take a memo and copy the whole company, Darren!”
Her a.s.sistant laughed and propped his feet up on the desk. ”We won't need a
memo. You can't hide your face, honey. You're in love.”
She blushed and began sorting through her mail. Darren did have a
disconcerting way of digging right to the heart of any matter. Not that she was in love with Alex. It was too soon. Wasn't it?
”I wouldn't say that.” She struggled for coolness, but the smile kept creeping
up on her mouth. Finally, she tossed the mail aside and let out a restrained
whoop while twirling around in her chair. ”Maybe.”
Darren crossed his arms in front of him like a drill sergeant. ”Spill your guts. I want to know everything.”
Sarah didn't have to think about what to say. The words tumbled out of her in a rush. ”His name is Alex Caine. He owns The Foxfire. We met at my sister's showing a few weeks ago. That's it.”
Darren snorted. ”If that's it, I'm the Queen of Sheba. I know you better than that.”
”He's ... handsome.”
Darren's brows lifted, and his feet came down off the desk with a thump.
”Oh, no.”
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