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I didn’t kiss that mouth, not this time. Instead, I shoved my hand into her hair at the base of her skull, lifted it away from her neck, turned her head, and kissed her at her nape, where she was so sensitive. I kept my lips soft, and she moaned. I grazed her with my teeth, and she shifted over me. I slid my hand slowly inside her dressing gown again, a little farther this time, started kissing the side of her neck again, and whispered in her ear, “Want me to touch you?”
“Yes.” It was barely a breath, but I heard.
Going slowly. Going carefully. A palm skimming over her nipple, and my mouth increasing the pressure at her neck as she sucked in her breath, and then my hands were at her shoulders, easing the dressing gown down and over her arms until it fell around her waist, held on only by the tie.
She was wearing the sexiest little nightdress you could hope to see. Deep red, and made of something soft.She’s worth rubies,her father had said.The straps were of the spaghetti type, the part over her small breasts was of the triangle type, and the fabric was so light, it was nearly sheer.
My hands were clumsy when they untied the belt of the dressing gown to reveal the skirt riding high up her thighs, and they were clumsier when I lifted the strap off one shoulder and revealed her breast with its brown nipple. But when my palm was brushing over it again? That wasn’t clumsy at all. It was careful, it was deliberate, and I was kissing her mouth again, lifting her with a hand under her bum.
She moaned into my mouth, and I burned hotter, which was when she did that thing again: turned her head and kissed my palm. After that, she rested her cheek there, closed her golden eyes, and let herself feel me touching her as if she were reveling in it.
Waves of dark hair falling around her, falling over me. A pliant body melting into mine. Soft lips opening in a sigh, and hips that were starting to rock. And a whisper.
“Lachlan. I’m on my period.”
I said, “I don’t care.” Truer words were never spoken.
She laughed, then caught her breath as I lifted her higher and sucked her nipple into my mouth. After that, she wrapped both hands around my head and let me do it, squirming under me like she’d never felt this before, until, quite a while later, my mouth against soft skin, feeling the frantic beating of her heart, I said, “We need a bed.”
“The girls,” she said.
Oh. The girls. I’d forgotten. I was hard enough to chisel stone, and all I wanted was to lay her down, take that nightdress the rest of the way off her, and start going through that list she had. Eight positions guaranteed to make her come? Worked for me.
She said again, “I can’t. The girls. My period.”
I let her slide down over me, kissed her mouth again, ran my hand down her back, over all that glorious hair, and said, “First, I don’t care about your period unless you do. That’s what a towel’s for. And second—yeh, I know. About the girls.” I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want tothinkit. But I had to. “And maybe you need some time,” I forced myself to say. “To think.”
Now, she had her hands around my head again, her forehead against mine, and was giving me a soft kiss, then telling me, “All I’ve done is think. Maybe I just want to … sin.”
You want that now,I didn’t say.Are you sure you’ll be happy about it later?Instead, I pulled her strap up and got her nightdress over her breasts again and said, “Right. I’m going to make copies of those articles of yours, though. Homework, eh.”
“Oh,” she said. “I thought you already …”
“Nah,” I said. “You can always get better. But I need to know one thing first.”
“What’s that?”
I smiled. “Which of them sounds best to you.”
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Laila
I could not tell him that. Didn’t he know that I wanted to be carried away? All right, possibly so I could think that it wasn’t my fault that it had happened, that I hadn’t planned it, but …
He kissed me, soft and sweet, got his hand at the back of my neck again, in that spot my mother had said was special, “only for your husband to see,” which I’d never understood until now, and said, “It’s no good unless you want it as much as I do.”
I had to sit back and look at him. His eyes were nothing but serious, his face nothing but honest. “I do, though,” I told him. “I want to touch you, too. What you said. To take off your clothes and touch you and kiss you and … so forth.”
“I’ll believe that more,” he said, “when you’ve got a babysitter, and I’ve got all your clothes off and you lying across my bed, and you’re deciding whether you’dreallylike that, or whether you want me to go down on you first. Nice and slow.” He must have seen something in my face, because he smiled and said, “Yeh. Thought so.” He stood up, taking me with him, and set me on the floor, because that was how strong he was, then scooped up the papers on the posing table and said, “Let’s go to my place and copy these. I have something for you anyway.”
He kept surprising me. But I went with him. Of course I did.
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