Page 121 of Love Undiscovered
“Pepperoni! Pepperoni! Pepperoni!” Remi hisses at me as we walk down the hall then up the stairs. I bring her to the bathroom upstairs, so we have a little privacy.
“How about sausage instead?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
“Not the time!”
I get us in the bathroom and lock the door. I lay a towel over the vanity, then pull her skirt up around her waist at the same time as I hoist her on to the towel. A smooth move if I don’t say so myself.
“What the fuck are you—”
I silence her with a kiss, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck to keep her still and working the other up her inner thigh. She sighs against my lips and parts her legs. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it.
“Shhh, just relax,” I tell her. I push her panties to the side and get one finger inside of her. She moans. So I add another.
“Oh God, I thought we couldn’t do this here.”
“We can’t,” I say as I trail my lips down her jawline and along her neck. My fingers working in and out of her. Her legs fall open wider and she arches her hips toward me. She wraps one hand around the back of my neck, her grip strong. The other clutches the edge of the sink.
“Chance, I’m going to come,” she says against my lips, her voice deep and throaty.
“That’s the point, beautiful.” I pump faster, curling my fingers up and using my thumb on her clit. Her body tenses, I swallow her screams with my kiss as she falls apart in my arms. She’s exquisite when she comes. A guy could get used to this on a daily basis. At least I definitely could.
She slumps against me. “Jesus Christ, man. Give a girl some notice, would you?” she says into my chest.
I grab her chin and tilt her head up so her eyes meet mine. “Do you feel more relaxed?” I ask.
“So much.”
“Still need pepperoni?” I nuzzle her neck as I whisper in her ear.
She giggles. “No.”
“Ready to go back downstairs?”
“Ohmigod, how long have we been gone?”
I look at my watch. “Almost three minutes.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Impressive timing, Mr. Bauer.”
“Oh, I can beat that,” I say.
She looks at me, eyes wide.
“Later,” I say. “After we get home.”
“You’re on,” she says.
I lift her down from the vanity and help her straighten her clothes. She turns to look at herself in the mirror, frowning as she pats down her hair and dabs under her eyes.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her.
“You’re required to say that,” she says. “You just got me off with your fingers inside me.”
“With impressive precision and speed,” I add.
“Well, as long as not everything you do is with impressive speed, we’ll be just fine.”
“First you want fast, now you want slow. Make up your mind, woman.”
She smiles up at me, and I’m reminded once again how lucky I am to have this lady in my life. And how careful I need to be to keep her. Because I am winning my bet in thawing the ice queen. Now it’s just figuring out how to keep her warm once I tell her it’s a bet.
