Page 30 of Shelter for Martina

“Well, yeah, but no. I mean, it’s a romance, but it’s also a criminal drama, and it’s really good. And it’s set in Louisville, Lexington, and the rest of that area. I’m really enjoying it.”

“My opinion of you just changed,” she said and chuckled as she climbed up on the bed with him, the book still in her hand.

He let out a little laugh. “Oh, now you think I’m a girly-man?”

“No. I think you’re a lot more open-minded than I’d ever dreamed if you’re willing to try reading something like that.”

“Yeah?” She snuggled up against him and he drew an arm around her. “Well, you can read it if you like, but only after I’ve finished it.” He heard her giggle and he hugged her tighter. “But really, do you feel better?”

“I do. I’ll feel better if you’ll hold me.”

“I can definitely do that.”

“You ready for bed?”

Bud stared down at her. “It’s early, babe.”

“I know, but I’m tired. It’s been a terrible day.”

“Well, okay. Let me turn off the coffee pot and set everything else right before I crawl in here with you.”

“Okay. I’ll be right here waiting.” As he left the room, he turned to look back at her, but she was flipping through the book.

With all the lights turned off, the doors secured and alarm system on, and the coffee pot emptied, Bud made his way back to the bedroom. She was under the covers, and it was obvious she hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so he slipped off everything but his boxer briefs and slid under the covers. As soon as she was in his arms, she cooed, “Oh, this is nice.”

“Yeah. It is. And you smell amazing.”

“It was that bath bomb. I don’t know what it was exactly, but it smells really good.” One hand splayed out on his chest and she kissed his left nipple. “You smell good too.”

“Well, thank you.” He gave her a little smile and kissed her nose, but she almost climbed him to get to his lips and hers locked to them. That wasn’t what he’d expected at all, and he broke the kiss and stared down at her. “Hold up! You don’t want to—”

There was a smugness in her voice that he hadn’t heard before. “Who says I don’t?”

“But it’s been a hard day. You said so yourself. And I don’t want to push you if you don’t want to—”

“Make me feel better, Albert. I know you can.” She licked her lips and he felt his dick respond. So she wanted to feel better? He was pretty sure he could make that happen.

“Want me to turn the light off?”

“Nope. I want to see what you’re doing,” she answered with a smirk.

“Well, alrighty then.” Pulling her close, he let his hands wander until he could tweak one hardening nipple, then rolled it between his finger and thumb just to hear her moan. “I think I’m on the right track,” he mumbled against her lips.

“I think you are too. Seems you know exactly what I need.”

“Good. I’ll just keep going until you tell me it doesn’t feel good anymore. How’s that?”

“I have a feeling I won’t be stopping you anytime soon,” she said through a groan as he nipped the little tight bud and watched her squirm. It puckered even more as he wrapped his lips around it, and he sucked hard. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

Um-hmmm. I know exactly what I’m going to do, Bud told himself as he kissed the soft skin between her breasts. “Ummm, babe, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her breastbone.

He listened to her gasp before she said, “I feel beautiful when you touch me.” The bath bomb had smelled great, but there was another aroma that he picked up on, a scent in the air around them that hardened him instantly. It was the scent of her arousal, and it was sweet and hot. If it smelled that good, Bud was pretty sure it would taste even better.

Working his way downward slowly, he let his lips trail down her midsection, on down her belly, and his tongue traced a languid path around her navel. As soon as he reached the top of her pubic bone, her back arched and she pressed her belly against his lips. Kissing his way across from one hip to the other, Bud whispered up to her, “I want to know you, Martina, every inch of you, by touch, by sight, and by taste.”

“God, Albert, I want it too,” she answered, then moaned.

With a hand on the inside of each thigh, Bud parted her legs and took a good, long look. Her pinkness greeted him, and she was glistening with her own honey. Just one little taste with the tip of his tongue told him she tasted as sweet as she looked. When he ran his whole tongue up her slit, he was rewarded with a spoonful, and he couldn’t wait to feast on her. Using just the tip of his tongue again, he parted her lower lips and found what he was looking for—that tiny grain of glory, the one that meant dessert would be on its way. As soon as he gave it one teasing little lap, she cried out, and he settled down to work.

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