Her rib cage leaped in a short laugh.
Slowly, reluctantly he stood up. And looked down on his conquest.
She sat up and leaned back on her elbows, still disheveled and nude, looking pleased with herself and with him and the entire world. Her mouth was rosy and swollen and her face was flushed and her eyes were heavy. She was really astoundingly luscious. He felt a fresh wave of hot weakness.
He retrieved her tank top from the floor and tossed it to her.
She caught it one hand and shook it out and pulled it down over her head, then gave her hair a cursory rake with her fingers.
He watched all of it with great satisfaction.
She was just as sexy in that tank top as out of it. More, maybe. Because now her hair was a shambles and her skin glowed with a slight sheen of sweat. All caused by him.
“Foreplay. It’s overrated,” she teased.
“Everything from the moment we met up until now was foreplay.”
She went still for a moment.
Their eyes locked again.
She didn’t disagree. She smiled slowly and stretched.
“Shorts,” she demanded lazily, as if he were a peasant.
He fetched her shorts and tossed them to her. She wriggledinto them and buttoned them up, graceful, swift, natural.
Then she slid from the table.
They were quiet a moment, studying each other almost shyly. As if hot sex on a wooden table was a long overdue conversation they’d been meaning to have and now there was nothing left to say.
“Hey.”
He curved his arm loosely around her and spooled her back against his body. Her arms went around his waist.
He wrapped his around her, and when her body was against his, lust surged up again in her like a wave.
There appeared to be a whole ocean of it.
She closed her eyes.
She could feel his heart beating hard against her cheek. She savored the triumph and pleasure of making his heart beat that hard.
He didn’t say anything else.
She held him close, because it seemed as though he needed it.
Or maybe it was because she needed it.
He kissed her lightly on the temple.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
She eased from his arms with great reluctance.
“Thankyou.”
For God’s sake. Next thing you knew they would high-five each other.
