Page 69 of A Whole New Play

“Ah!” My orgasm crashes over me in mind-blowing wave after mind-blowing wave. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and my body feels light as a feather.

Carter doesn’t lean back until my body goes limp. Only then does he pull his mouth from my center and crawl his way up until he hovers over my body on his elbows.

I open my eyes and see him gazing down at me with a self-satisfied smile. “How do you feel?”

I reach up and brush the strand of hair off his forehead. “Great.” The word comes out breathlessly.

His grin widens. “Good.” He dips down and captures my mouth in another kiss. I taste myself on his lips, reigniting my lust. I groan when he draws back.

Carter chuckles. “Don’t worry, Valerie.” He reaches over to pick up his discarded pants from the floor and takes a condom out of the back pocket. With a panty-melting smirk, he adds, “We’re just getting started.”

21

CARTER

Soft skin. Gasps of pleasure. The stone around my heart fissures from the release of the affection I’ve kept bottled inside for months. I’m pulled from the deepest sleep I’ve had in almost a year as last night’s activities flood my mind.

Sunlight shines into the bedroom from the open door leading to the living room. I go to throw an arm over my eyes, but the limb is pinned to the soft mattress by a slender neck resting in the crook of my elbow.

Careful not to wake the woman next to me, I turn my head slowly and glance down. Valerie is curled facing away from me, but her hands are gently wrapped around my wrist and forearm while her head rests on the fluffy hotel pillow.

My eyes trail over her lightly disheveled hair, remembering how I’d gripped it as we explored each other’s bodies over and over again.

Valerie was insatiable last night.

I wasn’t much better.

Months of pent-up desire had been waiting to be unleashed for both of us. When we finally abandoned our reservations, the emotion refused to be controlled. It had coursed through us with a mind of its own—urging us to continue our illicit activities well into the early morning.

I look at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s only ten. I think we finally tapped out and fell asleep around four. Six hours isn’t the best amount of sleep, but I feel rejuvenated. Which is surprising considering the physical exertions from last night.

The thought pulls my gaze back to the beauty beside me. Her steady breathing tells me she’s still asleep. My eyes trail over her slender figure, counting the random freckles scattered over her smooth back.

Slowly, I draw my arm out from under her neck. I bite my cheek when she shifts and smile when she huffs in sleeping protest. I manage to free my arm without waking her. With nimbleness that would impress the Rough Riders’ agility coach, I roll off the bed and land in a silent crouch. I grab my briefs off the ground and step into them. I close the bedroom door behind me with a quiet click.

I stretch my arms over my head and take in the living room. My shirt crumbled on the couch is the only evidence of what transpired. More memories from the night play in my head. My smile grows. So does something else…

I huff a laugh and move towards the kitchenette. I need a distraction. I grab a mug from a cabinet. I fill it with water and pour it into the single-serve coffee machine. Coffee is not my thing, but even before Valerie moved in, I noted how much the beauty enjoyed the caffeinated beverage.

While I feel well-rested, I suspect Valerie may feel tired when she wakes up. She didn’t seem intoxicated last night—I wouldn’t have been willing to take things so far if she had—but she was definitely a little tipsy. When you couple alcohol with the night of rigorous sex, she might need an energy boost.

I set the machine to brew. My stomach grumbles. I pick up the room service menu on the counter and browse the options when I hear the bedroom door open.

I look over my shoulder and nearly drop the laminated menu when I see Valerie standing naked in the doorframe. She walks straight to the couch and picks up my shirt, sliding it over her head. The fabric falls over her slender frame. She turns to me, freeing her long dark hair from the collar so it tumbles over her shoulders. Her face is free of makeup.

She’s gorgeous.

Valerie’s green eyes trail over my naked torso before they meet my gaze. Her cheeks flush prettily.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She fingers the bottom of my shirt. It hits just above her knees. “I didn’t want to get dressed for the day yet.”

“Of course not,” my voice is husky. I clear my throat. “I made you coffee.” I motion to the now-steaming cup settled under the coffee maker.

“Thank you.” Her bare feet sound faintly against the tile when she moves into the kitchen. She tries to step past me, but I snake an arm around her waist and bring her into my chest.

I capture her lips with a brief, but sensual kiss. I pull back and watch her eyes flutter open. “Good morning,” I whisper with a grin.

“Good morning,” she repeats with a smile of her own.

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