“Let me up for a moment. I need to grab the condom,” he said.
“I will be anxiously waiting.” With a nod, I tried to keep the blush from creeping up my neck. The water was warm, thus my face had to be flushed already. Pretending to be what I wasn’t, was difficult. Or would a widow truly be that experienced if herhusband was unadventurous? I didn’t have time to ponder the question.
“Anxious or eager? You are a student of grammar. Which is it?” Moran put on the condom, the smile he cast in my direction making him appear even more handsome.
“Anxious that it might take too long. Eager for our coupling to start. Does that answer your question?” Anticipation dampened my core and I could hardly wait for a repeat. Although I had felt some discomfort, it hadn’t been enough to call a halt to our play.
“It does.” He slipped in front of me, and gliding his arms around my back, pulled me onto his lap, causing more waves. My knees rested on either side of his hips, my core flush to his cock. “You need no longer be anxious.”
“I am very eager.” Up close, the black flecks in his amber eyes drew me in. I slid my arm around his shoulders, allowing him to pull me tight to his wet chest. He dipped his head, his mouth dancing over mine. Every kiss incited more than need. I tried to distance my emotions from the physical desires.
Moran lifted my bottom, his cock breaching my channel, touching every nerve along the way. I caught my breath, enjoying the pull and sense of fullness his penetration provoked. With a boldness that I would never have anticipated a week prior, I swept my tongue into his mouth, aching to taste him. All of my senses were tuned to him. Capable fingers circled the nub at my cleft and I began to rock my hips into his, setting the pace for both of us. The water rippled around us, each moan from his lips a carnal pull.
Needing to catch my breath, I ended the kiss and gripped the side of the tub, giving him free rein to knead my breast while he continued to pleasure me. A tiny current exploded from within and I ground my hips into his hand, absorbing it.
“Number five?” he asked on a husky laugh, never stopping the seduction with his hands. His face turned a rosy hue, the tendons on his neck and chest standing out in his need. He truly was a beautiful man, one I didn’t want to love.
“Four and a half.” The metal rim cut into my palm, each bite grounding me and pulling my mind from places it shouldn’t go. I had to compartmentalize my emotions like Moran. Pleasure waited for me and I wanted to find it.
“Let’s make it five and a half.” He pulled me up to latch onto my nipple, his hips rising and falling with mine. The water continued to hit the floor with muted splashes, our desire taking over any practicality.
A surge of something magical erupted from deep inside me. I threw my head back and a tiny scream tore from my throat at my release, the sound echoing off the rafters. My heart and pussy beat in the same rhythm. Moran continued to pump into me and a second wave eclipsed the first, my scream more robust this time.
With a hearty laugh of approval, he forced my hips down with one hand. He slipped his fingers into my hair, shuddering beneath me in his own gratification. I slumped over him, unable to move if I needed to.
“I heard screams. Do I need to come in there and rescue someone?” Ash called from far away.
“Wanker,” Moran whispered, his chest heaving from our coupling. He caressed the back of my neck with his thumb, holding me in his arms while we caught our breath.
I wanted to stay like this forever. That wasn’t possible. He was courting another woman and I was a faux widow with a need for independence. If it were possible for the two to meld into one, I would reconsider my position. Men like Ash and Moran were rare. If I were of a mind, I would take Ash up on his offer. However, they were friends, and seeing Moran would be toopainful, not to mention unfair to Ash. He deserved someone who loved him. Suzette was a fool, and apparently I was too for falling in love with Moran.
Maybe it was time to rethink my strategy and look for another position. Everything inside screamed no. The chance to become a copy editor was rare and Moran had offered me a rare gift. I couldn’t throw it away because of a silly infatuation. I had to persevere.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lord Tobias Moran
Birdie’s soft skin was supple beneath my thumb. I hadn’t expected such passion to spark between us. My time with Ash was always full of lust, and Birdie had proven that she was just as sensual as my friend. I wanted to remain where we were and not have to get up. My body was very relaxed, and having her weight on my chest was somewhat comforting. If things were different, I would take Ash up on his challenge and simply ask her to marry me. But she had made herself clear, saying she never wanted to marry again.
I sifted my fingers into the thickness of her hair, finding a pin and pulling at it. She had been a surprise and a frustration since walking through the door and applying for the secretary position.
“I believe the water is getting cold.” She cuddled close to me, her nipples velvety against my chest.
If the snow continued, I would have more opportunities to bed her and Ash. The thought of him and our last conversation before he all but pushed me off the bed came back to the forefront of my mind. I couldn’t tell him why I didn’t want to fall in love, because it would reveal too much about my past, a past he didn’t know about. A past he could never know about.
