Page 12 of Getting Lucky in London

A second later, my right butt cheek stung from the slap she returned. “And that’s for ruining my fun.”

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get all the fun you want, and then some.”

“Mmm, fun is good.”

I smiled as I entered my bedroom and flipped the wall switch. Light flooded the space. This time, when we hadfun, I wanted to see her—all of her.

Stopping by the bed, I lowered her slowly, inch by inch, to the floor, enjoying the feel of her softness.

She peered up at me, her fingers releasing the top button of my shirt. “You are far too overdressed.”

Her hair was a tidal wave of curls, mussed from hanging upside down. I swept it behind her ears, so I could study her face as she concentrated on the task. “Where are you from? I know the U.S., but what area?”

Her fingers stilled on the last button, and she looked up at me again. “New York. Why?”

I shrugged and toed off my shoes. “I thought I heard a hint of the Southern states.”

She opened the last button and shoved the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. Her hands glided back up, exploring as they traversed over the curves of my biceps and the corner of my shoulder.

Closing my eyes, I gave her the wheel, enjoying her touch. “I lived in Texas while I was growing up.”

Her hands stilled for a moment, then meandered over my pecs, pausing to flick my nipples with her fingernail, then moving onward to the waistband of my pants. My belt was still undone, along with the top button of my trousers, so she made quick work of the zipper.

“I miss it sometimes.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling her all this, why I was talking at all, or why I felt it was important for her to know.

I opened my eyes and glanced at the pinkened flush of her cheeks, the thick black lashes that fanned her high cheekbones, and puffy rose-hued lips. A mystery but a beautiful one.

Lowering my head, I brushed my lips against the hair at her temple.

A sweet, subtle fragrance filled my nostrils. “You smell so good. Like honey.”

“I condition with it sometimes.” Her teeth grabbed one corner of her lower lip as she dragged my pants over my hips, then knelt to push them all the way down to pool around my ankles.

“There, that’s—” Her gaze locked on my dick, and a trickle of melodic laughter rushed up at me. “I can’t talk to you with that ridiculous thing on your…” She waved a hand at the yellow condom still adorning my dick.

“Hey, this ridiculous thing saved the day a few minutes ago.” I stepped out of my pants and boxers, then hurried to the bathroom.

After quickly disposing of theridiculouscondom, I washed up. When I returned to the bedroom, I was disappointed to find her lying on the bed on her side facing away from me, her long legs bent slightly, her dark hair spread across the gray duvet. I’d hoped she’d still be kneeling, and I’d have those full lips wrapped around my dick.

She twisted to look at me. “That’s much better.”

Needing to touch her, I grabbed her ankle and turned all the way over. Eyes half-shuttered, she propped herself on one elbow and crooked a finger at me like she’d done on the stairs. Her pink tongue slipped over her bottom lip to wet its fullness.

My cock bounced toward my abs as if to say,“Do what she says, dumbass.”

I massaged her foot, finding the erogenous pressure point. “Before we go any further, I have to know. How did you come by a glow-in-the-dark condom?”

She settled on both elbows and grinned. “I was with some friends in New Orleans for Mardi Gras two years ago. One of the parade floats threw condoms instead of necklaces. Kate caught one but didn’t have anywhere to put it, so I stashed it in my purse and forgot it was in there until I tried to pay for my cab with it earlier tonight.”

“I’ll bet the driver loved that.”

“You have no idea.” Lying back, she stretched her arms over her head. “Now, are you going to talk all night or take care of business?”

“Oh, luv,” I said, placing one knee on the bed and lifting her foot to kiss each toe, “this is anything but business. And if my options are to look at your lovely body or bury myself in that lovely pussy, I’m happy to do either. Both are quite pleasurable.”

“You are a sweet talker, aren’t you? And you love your options.”

“I loveyouroptions.” I waved my free hand to encompass her body.

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