The next morning she awoke to a tangle of limbs. The sheet was also involved in the Malay. She was half across Lance’s torso with her thigh over his legs and her head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her, with the span of his hand on her backside. She lifted her head and looked at him. His face was turned away toward the edge of the bed and she could see the beautiful lines of his perfectly proportioned stubble laden jaw. Everything about this man was perfectly proportioned. Even his chest, that rose and fell with the deep breathing of a relaxed sleep, was perfectly muscularly symmetrical. He was just so darn beautiful to her. She thought she was in love with him before. She was getting in too deep now. What was she going to do when things returned to normal back home? She somehow knew he wouldn’t want to continue a relationship after this brief affair. It wasn’t like him to. He admitted that he’d never been in a serious relationship.
Well, she was not a child, and knew that this wouldn’t last, but she was going to do her best to enjoy then next two days with him. She wasn’t going to ruin it with thoughts of self-pity. Lance never made her any promises and she wouldn’t try and get any out of him. It wasn’t in her nature. If he wanted to carry on, he’d let her know. Still, the feeling of her heart getting crushed wasn’t something she wanted to look forward to.
His phone vibrated on his bedside table, and without even a skipped beat of her heart he reached over and answered it.
“Hartley.” His eyes went to her and he smiled devilishly.
Hers widened. Was he awake this entire time just letting her stare at him? He spoke on the phone like he was sitting comfortably at a café sipping coffee, wide awake. All the while his eyes stayed on hers.
Finally he hung up.
“You are a rake.”
“I’m something.”
She laughed. “I honestly thought you were sleeping.”
“Maybe I was.”
She shook her head still surprised at the talents this man possessed.
His hand squeezed her bottom. “Hungry?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to feed you?”
She licked her lips and moved on top of him. “I do.”
He grinned salaciously. “Well, hell Tam, I didn’t expect this.”
“Shut up,” she murmured with a seductive smile before kissing him. It was his fault. He looked incredibly delicious. Who the heck looks that good first thing in the morning? She just wanted to devour him.
His hands spanned over her hips guiding her, teaching her how to move over him. She found her rhythm and he released her to move his hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers.
“Sit up babe. I want to look at you.”
He groaned as she obeyed driving him deeper in her.
She closed her eyes feeling the sensation herself. Her lips parted and then her smoky eyes settled on his.
Her fingertips feathered down his chest to his abdomen. She flattened her hands on the hard muscles and started lifting herself, rocking on his hips.
“Christ, that’s it!” His jaw tensed. He tilted his head back into the mattress, but his eyes never left hers.
Tammy thought she went deaf when she reached her peak because she couldn’t hear anything, not his pleasurable growl of release, not their heavy breathing, nothing.
She tilted her own head back and sighed. Then she felt completely boneless.
At that time she felt strong hands on her body pulling her down to meet hard flesh. It was heaven.
“Tam?”
“Uh-hmm?”
He chuckled and she felt the vibration deep in his chest against her cheek. She couldn’t even open her eyes.
His hands moved over her back. It was soothing. “Thanks.”
