“It means you weren’t planning on taking another woman to bed.”
“Ella, I’ve hardly thought of another woman since I met you, much less slept with one.” He kissed her, long and slow. “But that doesn’t solve our problem.”
She rolled off the bed and walked naked to the door to get her purse. Damn, the view from the back was as mouthwatering as the front. He whistled and she laughed and opened her purse. “You’re killing me,” he said. “But you’ve been doing that daily since you started work.”
She pulled a box of condoms from her purse and tossed it to him. He grabbed one before putting the box on the bedside table. Watching her watch him as he rolled it down over his cock was a total turn-on.
He held out his hand and she took it, lay back on the bed, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “You look like this in my dreams,” he told her. “Except this is better, because this time you’re real.” He kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples until she shifted restlessly. Still he held off, his fingers playing with her, sliding first one in and out, then another, teasing her until she bucked against his hand. He removed his hand, placed himself on top of her, his cock poised at her entrance.
“Now,” she said tightening her legs around him, demanding he enter. He drove inside her in one stroke, pulled out almost completely and thrust himself back inside her. He wanted to last, to take his time pushing her to the brink, but she felt so tight, so hot, so damn good around him, her muscles spasming, sucking him in deeper and deeper. He came with a roar, his orgasm so intense it almost blew off the top of his head.
Eventually, he realized he was crushing her and rolled aside, bringing her with him so she lay on his chest.
“My bones feel like Jell-O,” she said huskily.
He laughed, tugged on her hair to kiss her mouth. “Good.”
She traced fingers over his chest. “I told myself it was only that night. Just the right set of circumstances that made it so unbelievable. I told myself it wouldn’t be that way again. That we’d make love and get it out of our systems.”
“And now?”
She propped herself up to look at him, her forearms on his chest. “It wasn’t the same.” She kissed his mouth. “It was better.”
“Yeah, it was. Making love to you has made me want you even more. And I didn’t think that was possible.” He kissed her, deep, wet, possessive. Made love to her again. And admitted, to himself at least, that Ella was an addiction he didn’t want to be cured of. Maybe…forever.
