Page 3 of Pillow Talk
She smiled at the hint of surprise on his face.
‘Can you please get nakednow?’
Sen did as he was told but before he could pull her into his arms, she pushed him onto the bed.
‘What’s the hurry?’
She ignored his question and lay down next to him. A lopsided smile tugged at his lips as he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, his movements slow, deliberate, as if hehad all the time in the world. She shivered when his lips touched her shoulders. Soft, lingering kisses marked a trail from there to her hips. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the warmth of his caress. His lips left her body for a few seconds, fanning her desire, her need for his touch.
She was just about to object when he pressed his lips to her thigh, brushing kisses along her skin with maddening patience.
Shona propped herself up on her elbows, glaring down at him. ‘We’ve already had foreplay. Can we skip to the main eventplease?’
Sen paused, lips still grazing her skin. ‘When? I don’t think the hotdogs were foreplay,’ he murmured against her, grinning.
She groaned. ‘Sen, I want younow.’
‘So impatient,’ he chuckled, tilting his head to look up at her.
‘Let’s do this please,’ she urged.
Sen laughed, low and warm. ‘If I skip the foreplay, you won’t complain?’
Shona threw up her hands. ‘Complain to who? There isn’t exactly a complaints department for this!’
Sen sat up. ‘It could ruin my street cred,’ he teased.
‘Sen, I can guarantee you no one is talking about this out there. Your street cred is safe. Now are you going to do me or what?’
Sen grinned and lay down next to her.
She groaned again.
But before she could say another word, he pulled her onto him so she straddled his hips. She gasped as he cupped the back of her head, guiding her face to his.
‘Kiss me. You’re in charge,’ he whispered.
She kissed him slowly at first, then urgently, hungrily, until she was so lost in it that he slid into her with effortless ease.
They both froze, breath catching in their throats. She sat up slightly, her hands on his chest, watching him.
‘Don’t move. I just want to take in this moment,’ he said.
She nodded.
In that moment, Shona understood why he wanted to savour it. Because when they were like this, everything made sense. Even sneaking away from Anni and Sam’s wedding reception to a hotel room felt right. Just like it felt right when they had lunchtime quickies. Just like eating hotdogs in her living room felt right. And that terrified her.
She needed to break the spell fast so she began to move.
Slowly at first, just enough to feel him respond beneath her, his hands resting on her hips. She rolled her hips in rhythm, steady and tantalising, watching the way his jaw tightened and his eyes fluttered closed.
‘Shona,’ he breathed.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. Her pace quickened, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. He met her movement now, hips rising to match hers, their bodies locked in a rhythm that made them forget everything else.
She moaned, the sound muffled against his neck, where she’d pressed her lips to stifle the volume.
Sen’s hands gripped her tighter now. His body tensed beneath her.
