Page 70 of Lela's Choice

His patient submission fuelled her eagerness. Curling her fingers in the top of his briefs, Lela rolled them down, unwrapping him like a gift. When his erection stood free, she stilled, brushing the smooth shaft with an inquiring finger, captivated by its primitive beauty.

“It won’t bite.”

“I might.”

“Be gentle with me.”

Bending forward, she repaid his attention to her, fascinated by the smooth skin and his body’s reaction to her exploratory tongue. When Lela took him into her mouth, slid her tongue along his shaft, he groaned. She did it again, then lifted her head. “Maybe I’ll stay here.”

“And maybe you won’t.” He gripped her arms, pulling her back to him. Fitting his mouth to hers, he lowered himself to her body. “You have a deliciously wicked streak.”

“Your fault. You let me be me.” Lela welcomed the heavy weight between her thighs, and the knowledge he would fill her. When he rolled off her and turned to his side of the bed, a protest formed on her lips.

“Need a moment,” he groaned, fumbling with the drawer in the bedside table. “Bought some condoms downstairs.”

“How very forward-thinking of you.”

“Not a plan.” He donned the rubber. “An impossible dream.”

His possession was gentle, allowing her to sink around him. An intimate invasion. He held her with his gaze—asking, coaxing, letting her know she was desired. Lela opened to him, taking him into her body as she had into her heart. Sensation spread in ever-increasing ripples, until she was weightless and floating.

Taking his weight on his hands, she sensed he’d held back, until this moment, until her body melted like chocolate around him. His rhythm changed. Slow, slick moves became more urgent, more possessive.

“You’re stunning.” He encouraged her with soft words.

“I love you, Hamish,” she whispered against his throat.

Then there was only heat and movement. She locked her ankles at his back, pushing for him to let go. Instead he took her higher. Untamed, wild, an act savage in its beauty and tenderness—release and an endless falling.

Slowly Lela became aware of the heavy weight slumped across her, of him sucking in air. He rolled over again, pulling her on top of him.

“How do you feel?” He pushed one hand into her hair, smiling drowsily into her eyes. He traced the length of her spine with his other hand, his touch telling her he needed to have his hands on her. Needed to keep the physical contact.

His slow massage started a low hum inside her.

“Wonderful.” Liberating to be able to touch him in turn, to tangle her fingers in his thick hair, to rake it back from his face.

“I lost it towards the end—may have rushed you.” His hand strayed from her back to outline her breast, a finger rolling over the nipple, which tightened in response.

“Do I look rushed?”

“Rumpled, gorgeous, with an edge of smugness.” He dusted kisses across her bare shoulder.

“Then we make a pair.”

“Do I look like I could go another round?” He brought his head down until their lips were a breath apart.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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“SOPHIE WANTS YOU TOring her.” Lela closed her phone.

We’re lovers. What a lovely way to start the day. Delight made her smile.A haze of sun glinted off the water as the ferry left the dock, the peaceful harbour giving the lie to the previous night’s storm. Theirs had been the last car on the late-morning ferry to the mainland. They’d also had to scramble into their clothes to ensure they met the compulsory check-out time.

“Let’s go back inside then.” He steered them towards a free table tucked in the corner of the ferry’s restaurant. “Sophie, Hamish here.” He listened for a while. “Tomorrow ... We’re at the Grand Excelsior ... I’ll tell her.”

Lela pressed a hand to her jittery stomach. Sophie was taking yet another step away from her.

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