“I think so.” She gasped when he found the tight, sensitive place above her soaking wet core.“Yes.”She caught her breath. “Yes, it’s working. My first impression of you was that you were going to be a very difficult client.”
He eased one finger into her. “Obviously we were made for each other.”
She clenched around his finger. Her insides tightened. “Obviously.”
A deep, sensual hunger ignited her senses. This was passion, she thought. The real thing. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted any other man and she was not afraid to take the risk of letting go. With Luke she was free to fly.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the hard, full length of him.
His reaction was a fierce, husky groan. He eased another finger into her and pressed her sensitive clitoris with his thumb. She shuddered and began to stroke him, learning the feel of him. Discovering how he responded to her touch.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. For a moment she was tangled up in the sheets. She succeeded in freeing herself in time to see him reach for one of the foil packets on the nightstand. She sat up astride his thighs and scowled as she watched him sheathe himself.
“You just happened to have those handy?” she said. “And here I thought we were both yielding to spontaneous combustion or something.”
“According to the Boss, a smart CEO is a prepared CEO. I picked up the condoms at the mall yesterday while you were shopping for a very sexy nightgown.”
She smiled, smug and happy in the knowledge that they had both been scheming to achieve the same outcome.
“A smart librarian is always prepared, too,” she whispered.
He crumpled the silky nightgown up around her waist. In the morning light his half-closed eyes burned.
He guided himself into her, taking his time at first, as if he wanted to savor the process. That was fine, she thought, because as badly as she wanted him deep inside, she needed time to adjust—not only to the size of him, but to the intuitive realization that sex with Luke was a risk in ways she could not explain, even to herself. She knew only that her life would be different afterward.
They were probably moving too fast. Yes, she trusted him and yes, he was not afraid of her or her talent and yes, there was some kind of bond between them—but they had known each other forless than four days. What if the attraction was a temporary bond generated by proximity and shared danger? What if…?
“I love you, Sophy Harper,” Luke said.
She stilled and looked down at him.
“I love you, Luke Wells,” she said.
And then he was all the way inside, filling her, stretching her, urging her toward satisfaction. She tightened herself around him as the tension built deep within her.
In the next moment she was riding the waves of a release unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt Luke thrust into her one more time, heard his exultant roar as he followed her over the edge.
Somewhere out on the psychic plane a perfect, crystalline note sounded. They held each other close and rode the music into the warm, damp aftermath.
Sixty-One
Luke came out of thebathroom and settled back down into the tumbled bed. He could not remember ever feeling better in his life.
“Your turn,” he said.
Sophy got up, pulled on her robe, and handed him the room service menu. “Order breakfast. I’m starving.”
“I’m on it.”
He watched her disappear into the bathroom. A sense of satisfaction welled up deep inside. They were truly a couple now—connected on a bone-deep level that he could not explain.
He studied the menu with close attention, because he was hungry, too. He placed the order and waited for Sophy to reappear. A buzz of anticipation aroused all of his senses. There were going to be more mornings like this one, mornings when he and Sophy would have breakfast together. He wanted a lifetime of mornings with Sophy. A lifetime of nights. A lifetime of dreams made real.
She emerged still enveloped in the robe. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked soft and cuddly and incredibly sexy. He was getting hard again just looking at her.
“How long until room service arrives?” she said.
“Really? You’re thinking about breakfast instead of ravishing me? I’m crushed.”
