“It was so big, no?”
I smiled. “Castles can be that way.”
“Do you spend much time at yours?” She snuggled closer to me, and I put my arm around her.
“I haven’t done. As I said, I don’t spend time anywhere, really. What about you?”
“If I’m not at the office, I’m home. I don’t really go anywhere else.”
“Tell me what it’s like.”
She raised a brow.
“Come on. Play along.”
That made her laugh out loud. “Well, it’s a bit of a mess, typically. I’m sure you find thatverysurprising.”
“Tell me your favorite thing about it.” When her cheeks flushed, I was even more intrigued. “Come on. What is it?”
“My bed.”
I nuzzled her neck. “I have a strong suspicion it would be my favorite thing too.”
“David?”
“Too much?” I asked, removing my hand from where I was caressing her shoulder.
Her breath caught. “Not enough.”
“God, Sullivan. Do you know how much?—”
She leaned up and caught my words with her mouth, and when our tongues met, it was like fire flowed through my veins with the ferocity of my desire.
The fevered kisses I trailed down the side of her neck were met by my hand that I had snaked under her blouse. When Sullivan reached up, unfastened the buttons, and pulled it open, I moved the cup of her bra out of my way and sucked her pink, hardened nipple.
I raised my eyes, making sure she felt the same intense desire I did. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, and her fingers weaved in my hair.
“David,” she gasped when I nipped her creamy flesh as I made my way to her other breast. Breathless moans escaped her lips when I cupped her mound with my palm. Feeling her wetness through her trousers made me need her naked—now.
I gathered her in my arms and carried her to the hallway, stopping at the first door I came to. When I kicked it open and saw a bed inside, it was all that mattered to me. I rested her on the mattress, then lay on top of her, nestled between her spread legs.
“I can feel how much you want me,” she said, reaching between us to cup my shaft.
“And you, Sullivan? Do you want me too?”
“You know I do.”
“Then, let me have you.” I rolled to my side. “Undress for me.” When she stood, I rolled to my back, put one arm behind my head, and watched as she leisurely, seductively, removed every stitch of clothing.
Once naked, she ran her hands over her bare skin, stopping to fondle her breast with one. When she reached between her legs, I was off the bed, grabbing both her wrists.
“You’re driving me mad,” I said, kneeling in front of her and spreading her legs before running my tongue through her folds. I couldn’t remember being with any other woman, let alone one who kept herself bare. It made my already painfully hard cock rigid.
Sullivan wriggled her wrists from my hold and backed away. “Now, you.” She lay where I’d been on the bed and, also like me, put one arm behind her head.
Unlike her, there was nothing languid about the way I tore my clothes from my body.
Once they were in a heap on the floor, I spread her legs and knelt between them. She reached for my cock, and I shuddered when she wrapped her hand around it.