“I do,” he replied.
She smiled. “Well, that’s not what we’re having.”
Sully laughed. “What?”
“I’m teasing.” Charley giggled. “That’s exactly what we’re having. Sit tight.” When she tried to scoot off his lap, he set his wine and then hers on the table. Holding her to him, as he kissedher, his tongue touched hers. She pictured letting dinner burn as she burned right along with it. When he loosened his hold, she kissed him again and then stood up between his legs. “We’ll have the salmon first.”
“First?”
“I mean we’ll have the salad first,” she said and laughed. “See what you do to me?”
“Tell me about it, city slicker,” he said and cocked a brow.
Walking away from him to gather her senses, she opened the refrigerator and asked, “Are you ready for a tasty wild rocket salad with halved cherry tomatoes and cubed goat cheese with a splash of apple cider vinegar and virgin olive oil?”
Sully tilted his head and said seriously, “I had a tasty wild virgin last night.”
Taking the bowl of salad out of the refrigerator, she turned to him and arched her brow. “Did you, now?”
“Yeah, we have yet to put the sheets back on my bed.”
Walking to him, Charley said, “Today I bought a comforter for the cabin bed.”
“Sounds like you might be planning to stay here instead of with me.”
“My cabin tonight and your house tomorrow night?”
Sully’s smile was slow and sexy. “Yeah.”
Charley had enjoyed cooking for him and heaped a serving of salad on his plate. When they had finished their glasses of wine and the salads, she brought plates of salmon and scalloped potatoes to the table. Along with the entrée, she had purchased fresh bread from the bakery. It all melted into their mouths. When their plates were empty, Sully carried them to the kitchen and placed them in the deep, farm-style sink. As she rinsed the plates and put them into the dishwasher, he added logs to the fire. With a glance over her shoulder, Charley saw him sit down sideways at one end of the sofa, rest an arm along the back of itand crook a finger at her. Thrilling zaps of excitement jig-jagged their way throughout her entire body.
Leaving the kitchen, Charley shut the dining room drapes. Stopping at the front door, she locked it. In the living room, she drew those drapes as well and walked to Sully. He stretched out on the sofa and held out his hand. When she took it, he pulled her down on top of him. She had purchased a soft, dark orange sweater that reached her hips and black leggings when she’d been shopping. He ran his hand down her back and over her fanny. With a moan of longing, she closed her eyes and nibbled his ears between kisses.
The fire crackled, but it wasn’t the cause of her red-hot skin. Wherever Sully touched her, she was on fire as surely as the logs in the hearth. He patted her fanny with both hands and suggested she pour two more glasses of wine. She scooted off him and headed to the dining room. He rolled off the sofa, followed her, and held the glasses as she poured. Pausing near the table, they kissed and sipped their wine.
“Time to flirt?” she whispered shyly.
“No,” he said and set his glass on the dining room table. “I’m going home.”
“What?” she asked in surprise and set her glass down as well. “You’re leaving?”
“Hell no,” he said around a smothered grin and then laughed. “But you’re not the only one who can tease.”
“Sully!” She laughed. “You’re so ornery, I might not give you dessert.”
Sully scooped her up in his arms and carried her through the cabin to the bedroom. He stood her beside the bed and pulled her sweater over her head. She tugged up his sweatshirt, emblazoned with his gun club logo over his heart, and he shed it. Both items landed on the polished hardwood floor. He pulled off his undershirt as she unbuckled his belt. She popped open hisfly, shoved at his jeans, and he dropped them. Then he pulled her leggings down and she stepped out of them. She pushed his boxers down until they were stopped by his hardened manhood. Molding her against him, he unfastened her bra and tugged down her panties. When she stood back, her underwear fell to her feet. She pulled the front of his boxers out and let them drop to the floor. Sully kissed her and tossed back the new comforter along with the sheet. Charley lay down and held her arms out to him.
Sully stretched out on top of her. On previous occasions, she had stiffened. But no longer. Not now. Not tonight. Not with this man. Instead, similarly as he had done to her when she was fully clothed, Charley ran her hands down his naked back and over his slightly rounded male buttocks. He groaned, and she liked the power that it gave her at making this experienced man want more. He kissed his way down her throat, and her nipples beaded as his lips closed over her right one and then her left. She eagerly spread her legs, and his kisses found her most secret feminine spot. She thought she might lose her mind as a rolling orgasm engulfed her. Sully worked his kisses back up her body and his fingers opened her slippery folds.
“Wrap your legs around me.” His deep voice was husky. “And we’ll flirt.”
Charley wrapped her legs around his hips. And with Sully’s push, they became one. He was in to the hilt. Gloriously, blissfully they were one. She met his every thrilling thrust. Each plunge into paradise was a ride to remember. Charley felt the heat building within her again and clung to him. How could she ever let go of this man? Mentally or physically? The rapture hit, and she squeezed his long, hard inches with gripping, bursting pleasure.
“Sully,” she moaned, floating in sweet ecstasy.
He answered with rhythmic throbs over and over deep inside her. She closed her eyes and savored every rock-hard, pulsing sensation. Only when their breathing had slowed did she unwind her legs from around him. He separated his body from hers, rolled off her, and pulled her into his arms. With her head on his chest, she listened to the beating of his heart.
“You’ve gotten flirting down,” he praised.
