Car lights illuminated the street, and he shifted further to the side of the road. The car pulled up next to him. “Need a lift?”
Penelope.
He grinned and got into the passenger side. “I thought you would be longer.”
“Declan decided there was no point doing the tests ourselves when the lab in Perth has better equipment. He offered to take the samples to the airport.”
“That was nice of him.”
“Yeah. Still I might go in and run the tests in the morning on the ones I put aside. There was something odd about the fish kill and I can’t figure out what it is.”
“I’m sure you’ll work it out.”
Penelope pulled into her driveway and parked. “I’ll get changed before we go for pizza.”
He smiled and followed her inside. “Or we could get delivery.”
The door had barely closed behind them when she had her shirt off and it was closely followed by her bra.
Women’s empowerment was a wonderful thing.
He pulled her close and kissed her, his hand cupping her breast, and she moaned.
Music to his ears.
He ran his hand up to her hair and encountered her braid. That would have to go, but right now he tugged gently on it and she arched her head back so he had access to her luscious neck. She tasted salty, and he nibbled his way up to her earlobe and her sound of appreciation set him even harder than he already was.
Sam stripped off his T-shirt, prying his sneakers off with his toes, and then made quick work of the button on her shorts, his lips constantly on her. He wanted her horizontal so he could touch her everywhere. “Bedroom.”
She tugged his hand and he followed her down the hallway, admiring the way her butt jiggled in her pink lacy underwear. The image would make him hard every time he saw her from now on, wondering what type of underwear she was wearing underneath her plain uniform.
Penelope stopped at the edge of the bed and reached for her underwear band. Sam stopped her. “Not yet.”
As badly as he wanted her, he also wanted to savour the moment. He got rid of his shorts and socks, so they both only wore underwear. “I need to touch all of you, but first, I need to untie your hair.” He pulled her close again, enjoying the heat of her breasts against his chest. He slowed their kisses, long, languorous as his hands found the elastic band in her hair and unravelled it. Then he used his fingers to loosen the braid.
Damn thing was harder to do than it appeared.
He spun her so her back was facing him and untwisted the rest of her hair, running his fingers through it and massaging her scalp. All her glorious red curls fell past her shoulders in a waterfall of colour. Yes.
This time when he spun her, he lowered her onto the bed and her hair cascaded around her face. “Beautiful.”
Her eyes widened as if surprised by the compliment.
“You are absolutely stunning, Penny. You take my breath away.” He kissed her again, pouring all of his passion into the kiss, and then slowly made his way down her body, tasting, kissing, licking, worshipping her skin. He sucked on her breasts until she arched from the bed.
“Sam!”
He loved the breathless way she said his name.
Finally, he reached the last scrap of clothing. She was so hot, and the lace wet. She lifted her hips as he licked her core, tasting her through the scrap of fabric.
“Sam, more.”
He grinned, happy to oblige. He slid the lace down her body and feasted on the core of her desire, listening to her sounds of pleasure, feeling the tension in her muscles increase as she neared her peak. Then he slid his fingers slowly inside her and she screamed in triumph, exploding around him.
Penelope overwhelmed him. Her skin flushed pink, her body trembling, her head thrown back, her eyelids heavy.
He wanted to see it again, but this time he wanted to be inside her when she came.
