Page 55 of A Sight to Behold
But then she twitched around him, like a small peristaltic nudge to go on.
She grabbed the back of his head as she’d done before and pulled him into a kiss. Her mouth was as open for him as her center.
Nick grabbed her left thigh with his right hand, the perfect muscular thigh of a beautiful woman who probably rode astride in the country, he mused. But then, all coherent thought failed him.
She wrapped both legs around him, those long lithe legs perfectly shaped and the ideal length to hook her feet behind his bottom.
The motion made him slip in deeper and something popped.
Nick tore his eyes open and watched her face for signs of discomfort.
None came.
Not even a wince.
Expectation and sincere love were all over her face. She clutched his bottom and pulled him closer.
The decision had been hers. And Nick complied.
Deeper and deeper, he pushed.
A sensual moan escaped her, the most wonderful little sound he’d ever heard.
So, he slipped slightly out, and she tightened her legs around him.
Then he slipped in to the hilt.
She was perfect for him, just absolutely perfect.
And before long, they’d found a rhythm.
She was a quick learner and met his thrusts when he started to pump. Over and over again.
All night, he made love to her, and it became an erotic blur.
When the fireplace went out, and the embers lost their glow, the night’s darkness lifted, and a new day sent a lovely purple light through the window. That was when she nestled into his arms and kissed his chest. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.
His sleepy beauty. His love.
Even though his muscles were sore, and his body spent from what must have been hours of passion, he knew he’d only just begun to show her how much he loved her. Filled with the grandeur of the sentiment, he let his head sink into the pillow and fell asleep. Whatever the day would bring, he’d tackle later. For now, he had the love of his life in his arms and his thigh on her hot center. For now, the world couldn’t be more perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The morning suntickled Pippa’s face, and she crinkled her nose as she stretched lazily in bed.
Ouch! She was sore.
Suddenly, the memories of the last night flashed before her inner eye. She’d…. Oh, and how she’d… was it a dream?
She turned and peeked under the fluffy down under the covers. What she saw left her agog. A muscular and very male leg was angled in the bedspread, and she followed it, leading to a large, equally muscular body.
It wasn’t a dream.
She’d abducted the doctor and taken advantage of him.
She’d seduced the oculist.
No, she’d made love to Nick.HerNick.
