Page 48 of Second Time Around
And then he was moving, fast and hard, so she had to brace her hand against the door to keep her head from slamming into it. She wrapped her legs around his waist to give him a better angle, and his speed accelerated. The scuff of fine wool against her inner thighs added an extra touch of friction to the overload of sensations.
She felt the first ripple of orgasm, tried to fight it off, but his rhythm was relentless. As her inner muscles clenched, he growled. Then her insides exploded, gripping and releasing him as he drove her climax to another peak and another. Then he went still and, with a wrench of her name from his throat, pumped into her, flexing his hips to hold himself deep.
Time suspended itself as she lay under him, the glow of her orgasm suffusing every inch of her body from her fingertips to her toes. He softened inside her, but still neither of them moved, the only sound, their breath slowly changing from panting to normal.
Finally, he slid out of her and sat up to dispose of the condom. She drew in her legs and pulled her dress down over her thighs.
He offered her his hand to sit up. “You could have stayed right where you were and I wouldn’t have complained.”
“I felt a little exposed.” But her insides were still pulsing with remembered pleasure.
“Exactly how I like you.” He looped an arm around her waist to scoot her against his side.
She snuggled into him, sliding one hand under his jacket so she could feel his heart beating against her palm. “There’s nothing like having an eight-course dinner as foreplay.”
“You are the world’s most delicious dessert,” he said, his mouth moving against her temple before he kissed her.
She considered pointing out that he hadn’t actually tasted her but decided that might be interpreted as a challenge. Right now she needed time to come down from the intensity of their joining. “I’d putyou right up there with chocolate soufflé slathered with fresh whipped cream,” she said instead.
“Now you’ve given me an idea.” He nuzzled her temple again.
“Not an original one.”
He laughed and settled back against the seat.
“Where do you live?” she asked, too lazy to look out the window to see where they were going.
“East Sixty-Ninth Street. Off Fifth Avenue.”
“Exactly where you’d expect a billionaire to live. A penthouse?”
“Just a house.”
She laughed. “In Manhattan, that’s even more amazing than a penthouse. Do you have a garden? That’s what I miss most about living here, having my own bit of the outdoors. One of my favorite things about the Carver Center is the empty lot next door that they recently bought. It’s been turned into a garden–slash–doggy playground. The kids adore it.”
“Then I shall take you to the garden first thing.” He was quiet a moment. “I think that’s one reason I bought the house. After growing up on the farm, I needed the outdoors, too.”
“Well, your penthouse could have had a terrace with planters full of trees and flowers.”
“Not the same. I need to feel the earth under my feet.”
“All I need is sunlight on my face. Sometimes I sit on my fire escape but it’s not very comfortable.”
A few more minutes and the limousine pulled over to the curb.
“Um, may I have my undies back before I get out of the car?” Kyra asked.
He drew the little bundle of lace out of his pocket and let it dangle from his fingertips. “Only because I will enjoy removing them again later.”
