Page 37 of Too Hot to Sleep
Lucky, lucky towel.
"What about you?" she asked.
He heard seams splitting as he shed his boxers. "Nothing. God, I haven't been able to get you off my mind."
She murmured her pleasure. "I was wondering... How do you feel about... oral sex?"
He swallowed hard. "I'm in favor of it."
She laughed.
Ken lay back against the pillows and closed his eyes as she uttered erotic words. She knelt over him and took his throbbing rod into that wonderful mouth of hers, flicking her tongue like when he'd kissed her today. Her dark hair fell forward like a feathery curtain, tickling his abdomen. When the ministrations brought him close to the brink however, he instructed her to swing her body around so he could return the favor. He moaned against her musky sex, tonguing the center of her control until she lost it, grandly. His climax followed soon after, quick and intense.
"That was wonderful," he breathed. "I can't imagine anything you would do that I wouldn't love."
She laughed. "I thought the word 'love' wasn't in your vocabulary."
Hmm. Rob hadn't told Georgia he loved her? "I, um… changed my mind. The last few days..." What? These last few days he'd fallen for her while impersonating her boyfriend?
"Go on," she urged.
He squirmed, not wanting to put words in the man's mouth. "I just feel different about us."
She sighed. "And I was so afraid you wouldn't like this."
"Are you kidding? I can't wait to see you again." That had just slipped out. Ken winced and waited.
"You gave me a scare today," she said.
Ken frowned. "When?"
"When I dropped by your house," she said with a little laugh.
His heart skipped one beat, two beats.
"When I saw the papers stacked up on the stoop, I was worried that you were more ill than you told me. I could just picture you upstairs, withering away in that humongous bed of yours."
Speaking of withering.
"I finally looked in the garage and saw your car was gone. Did you go into the office?"
His mind raced, trying to keep up with the lies and the half truths. "Um, yes."
"I figured your cold had put you behind. You sound much better, by the way."
"I'm still a little hoarse," he insisted, then cleared his throat for effect.
"I suppose you got my note."
He nearly dropped the phone "I, uh... I—no, I didn't."
"I left it on the kitchen counter."
"Ah." He cast around for an explanation. "It was dark when I got home, and I didn't even turn on a light."
"Oh, well," she said. "I just wanted to let you know I left you soup in the refrigerator."
Ken frowned. "That was nice of you."
