She had a moment of trepidation as he carried her across the threshold of the bedroom.
He sensed her hesitation and stopped instantly. “Still okay?”
Although lust still fizzed in her veins, she took a moment to seriously consider his question. “There’s never been anyone in here but me and Tommy.”
His gaze never left hers. “We can stop.”
She nibbled on her lip. His eyes followed her actions and heat flared in them. “No. It’s okay. I promise.”
He took her at her word.
She thought that he was going to lay her down on the bed, but she was wrong. He settled on the mattress, with her straddling his legs. He lay back, leaving her on top. His arms slid from her waist, his palms smoothing down the outside of her thighs then slipping around to caress the curve of her butt.
She knelt over him as he lay on the bed. No longer kissing—not for the moment, at least—but still exploring. Her palms spread over his chest, kneading the muscles, while his fingertips dipped beneath the waistband of her leggings. They were both still wearing too many clothes.
“You’re making me do all the work here,” she teased.
His devilish grin set fire to her blood. “Oh, I can fix that.” His hands gripped her hips and he feinted like he was about to flip them.
“Don’t you dare,” she threatened. “I’m enjoying it up here.” Every wiggle increased the delicious hard length between her thighs.
She scooted farther up his body. Reaching behind her back, she grabbed his hands. Lacing their fingers together, she pulled them forward and then above his head. “Stay,” she commanded.
That wicked smile again.
With a smile just as wicked, she braced her hands on either side of his torso and dropped her mouth to one of his nipples. He arced off the bed with a groan. “You don’t play fair.”
She knew it wasn’t a complaint. Nipping, teasing, exploring. She did all that and more. She was working his way up to his mouth when his phone rang.
She froze, her lips hovering over his. That ring tone... She knew it by heart now. Mr. and Mrs. Fucking Solveig.
With a groan, she rolled to the side and dropped onto the mattress.
“I suppose you have to get that,” she said as he sat up and pulled his phone from his pocket. How the hell could they make a relationship work if he was always at their beck and call?
“Nope.” He silenced the call and dropped the phone onto the floor. “I’m all yours, remember?”
“Really?” Was that hope that she felt fluttering in her chest?
“Really.” He grinned down at her. “Now where were we? Right about here,” he said as he knelt over her and reached for the waistband of her leggings. He slid them down her legs while Portia moaned and giggled.
Chapter47
Aleks woketo the clack of a keyboard.
What the hell?
He turned his head toward the sound and suddenly the night came rushing back. He was in bed with Portia. In her home. And she wasn’t freaking out.
“Good morning.” Even the gritty note of sleep couldn’t hide the smile in his voice.
Portia looked up from her screen. “Good morning.” Her voice was welcoming and a bit shy. “Did you sleep okay?”
“I slept great.” He’d fallen asleep with her in his arms and it had been perfect. Hauling himself up into a sitting position, he studied her.
Her hair was pulled into a loose braid that draped over one shoulder. She wore his shirt, haphazardly buttoned, slipping off one shoulder.
She had the sheet pulled over her lap and her computer sitting on her crossed legs.
