Her long, blond hair hung around them like a curtain. Her warm, brown eyes were soft with spent passion. And the skin around her pretty mouth was pink from beard-burn.
“You mean because teamwork makes the dream work?” she asked. The quickly setting sun beaming in through the windows gave the light inside the room a sweet, rosy tinge. He felt like he was looking at everything through rose-colored glasses.
And maybe he was. Because he was in bed with the most amazing woman he’d ever known. And for this small moment in time, she belonged with him. Belongedtohim in a way no one ever had before.
“Well, sure, that.” He grinned. “But I’d say, considering how exhausting the last twenty-four hours have been, we’ve put on quite a performance today. How many was that for you? Four?”
“Five, but who’s counting?” Her eyes twinkled.
“Apparently you are.”
“Two pre-shower. Two in the shower. And now this most recent one.”
“Two in the shower?” He arched an eyebrow. “I remember the one with my mouth.”
Holyshit, did he remember. She’d been standing with her back against the tile wall and he’d gone down on his knees in front of her. After draping one of her lovely legs over his shoulder, he’d spent a mind-melting few minutes tasting her, teasing her soft, swollen flesh, and filling his nose with the smell of a warm, healthy woman who was ripe with passion.
“When was the other?” he asked.
“When I was down on my knees sucking you, I was…um...” Her little blush was the most delightful thing. “I was also taking care of myself.”
“God, yes,” he breathed. “I remember that too.”
The way her succulent mouth had wrapped around his straining dick while one of her hands was busy with her own flesh was seared into his brain like the most erotic brand. Even though he wouldn’t have thought it possible, he felt his dick pulse inside her with renewed interest.
In response, her velvety walls clamped around him.
“But I didn’t know you came.” He gave her hips another squeeze as he thrust into her slightly. The friction was gentle. And the easy way she moved with him made it seem like they’d been doing this forever.
“That’s because you were too busy having your own orgasm,” she teased.
He sighed happily. “Don’t know if you’ve been told, but you have a very talented mouth. And, as delighted as I was, and still am, by that orgasm, I’m very sorry I missed yours.”
“Speaking of keeping track.” She went down on her elbows. It smashed her amazing breasts into his chest, and he couldn’t stop his fingers from drifting up her sides to lightly brush the soft, pillowing edges. “That’s five for me but only three for you. That seems unfair. Whatever shall we do to even the score?”
“Considering women are the ones who have to suffer periods, pregnancy, and childbirth, I think it’s only right Mother Nature gave you guys the upper hand when it comes to orgasms.”
“Well…” She pressed a kiss to his lips. He growled when she darted her little tongue out to taste him. “When you put it that way, who am I to argue?”
Before he could open his mouth, her expression changed. In an instant, it went from soft and lazy to troubled. “What is it?” He frowned.
“I think…”
She pushed into a seated position, and he had just a moment to enjoy the view. The flare of her hips as she straddled him. The teardrop shape of her pretty breasts. The sight of their joined sexes. Then she gingerly disengaged their bodies.
He watched avidly as his semi-erect cock slipped from her, all shiny and slick. And it was then he understood what’d caused the change in her demeanor.
The condom was broken.
The latex ring was still secured around his base. But the body of the condom, attached to the ring by a tiny strip, lay wrinkled and useless against his thigh.
“Oh, lord,” she breathed, crawling off him to sit cross-legged. She pressed a hand to her forehead and a worried frown puckered her kiss-swollen lips.
“It’s okay,” he assured her. “I’m clean. I was tested three weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since. And didn’t you say in the shower I’m the first man you’ve been with since your divorce? I’m sure you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m sure you’re—”
“It’s not that.” She cut him off and pressed her hands over her eyes. “Damnit! I wish I had my phone.”
He was confused. “Why?”
