Chapter Five
“Yvonne.” A masculine voice floated into her dreams along with the most excellent scent of coffee. “Yvonne.” Quietly insistent, the voice grew fingers. They stroked her bare breast, and she came awake with a jolt. Disoriented, her head whipped from side to side as she took in the darkened room.
“Steady, babe.”
Yvonne relaxed at the familiar voice. “Nolan. What time is it?”
“Just after nine. Susan and the girls are meeting you at eleven, right?”
Yvonne needed the bathroom. She slid out of bed and almost face-planted when her legs buckled.“Ow.”
“I thought you might feel sore. I’ve run the spa bath for you,” Nolan said, grasping her arm and holding her upright. “Coffee’s ready. I’m starving. Anything you fancy for breakfast? I’ll ring room service for whatever you want.”
Yvonne tried a step on her own and winced at the spike of pain. “A bath,” she said and was a bit embarrassed at the whine in her voice. “Um, coffee.”
“I’ve got that covered,” Nolan said. “Go and climb in the bath. I’ll bring your coffee in once I’ve ordered breakfast.”
Yvonne limped in the bathroom, took care of business and drank a glass of water. The air was steamy and smelled of citrus. The bath enticed her, and she battled protesting muscles and stiffness to climb over the edge and settle into the water.
“Ohh.”She sighed her pleasure as the warmth settled into her sore limbs.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Yes,” she said.
Nolan entered with a cup of coffee. Steam curled from the cup, and the scent…oh, the scent.
“Gimme! Thanks,” she added when he handed over the cup.
He kissed the top of her head. “Room service will arrive in half an hour.” He sauntered out and she twisted her head to watch. The man made her want to bite, to mark her territory—Stop right there.Friends only, remember? No ownership in either direction.
With her mind straight and priorities set, she turned her attention back to her coffee.
Yvonne sipped the fragrant beverage, pushed a button to start the jets and relaxed into the bubbly embrace of the water. The sex last night…stupendous. A prickle of sensual tension crawled along her veins as she recalled Nolan’s mouth on her, his fingers and cock inside her. She cupped a breast with her free hand and pinched her nipple, before reality tore through her. Jerking upright, she reached for her cup. More coffee.Now.
Yikes, something was wrong with her. She was a responsible mother and shouldn’t crave sex like this. Like a hungry wild beast, the idea of sex, the doing of it, stalked the recesses of her mind, bringing desperation, longing. She thought about Nolan. She thought about their weekend of freedom from children and drank the last of her coffee before setting her cup aside. Maybe she’d enjoy the ride…
“Nolan?”
“You called, darling Yvonne.” The instant he entered the bathroom his gaze went directly her breasts, and she tugged at her nipple.
“I brought my waterproof vibrator with me. I’d like to try it out.”
“Only if I get to watch.”
Yvonne flashed him a grin. “Done deal. It’s in the side pocket of my bag. You can’t miss it.”
He was back in minutes with the bright blue faux penis. “Looks exactly like the infamous Mr. Blue.”
“There was a lot of gossip in the café about Mr. Blue, the vibrator, after that episode of the reality show aired. Mine must be a cousin.” She trailed her fingers down her body and under the water to caress her denuded pussy lips. A sigh escaped at the decadent pleasure, and she saw Nolan watching with avid interest. “Hmm, that feelssogood. I need to keep shaving or start waxing again.”
“Yes.”
Her grin widened, and she held out her hand for her vibrator.
“Why do I feel as if I’m superfluous to requirements?”
Something in his tone irked her, lifted her chin in defiance. “You’re not always going to be around. What happens when you decide you’ve had enough of fun and sex with me? I’ve got two children, responsibilities. You’re a single male.”
