Page 44 of Air Affair

Oh, good Lord, he just made love to Rory Belmont. She was still lying there like a goddess with his seed dripping across her belly.

Fighting exhaustion, he made himself get up and go to the bathroom for a warm, damp cloth to clean her up. As he wiped away the pearly liquid, he looked at her. She was absolute perfection. Tossing aside the cloth, he climbed back into bed and pulled her against him so that her head was resting on his chest. Her legs tangled with his, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he wanted her again, no matter how tired he was.

With her in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to think too hard about the foolish thing he’d said. Please don’t let this be the last time. It had to be the last time. Last time should have been the last time. He came into the evening with such good intentions. He even managed to leave the event without committing to see her. But when he tried to walk out of the hotel, his feet made a different choice. And once he was at the front desk, he had to take the room. And once he was in the room, well…

When he decided to stay, he promised himself this was the end. But none of that mattered with her naked and snuggled against him. “How long can you stay?”

“All night,” she said. “But I need to be home by 8:00 a.m. for breakfast.”

He nodded. It was both a luxurious eternity and far too short. She yawned and snuggled closer. “You must be exhausted, princess. Let’s get some rest. We have all night.”

He turned off the bedside lamp, and they dozed. His dreams were filled with her, and it was no surprise when he woke up several hours later, hard as a rock, and desperate to have her again. Moonlight poured through the window, coating everything in a silver gleam, including her gorgeous curves. He didn’t want to wake her, though, so he turned away from her and tried to focus on counting sheep. She must have felt him shift because she nestled against him, spooning him, and began kissing his neck. Her hand wandered down and found his tremendous erection. She said, “Mmm,” as she grasped it and began to stroke.

“You’re awake?” he murmured.

She laughed. “Yes, and so are you.”

He turned around so that he was facing her. “Are you saying you want…?”

“Obviously,” she said, hooking an elegant, tapered leg over his hip and drawing him into a long, languorous kiss. “Were you dreaming of me? I was dreaming of you.”

“Good dreams I hope,” he said kissing her again. He could happily spend a week just kissing her. Her lips were so soft and supple, and she used them so sinfully well.

“See for yourself.” She pulled his hand between her legs where he felt her wetness slicking his fingers. Oh God, so wet. His male pride swelled at the thought that he was haunting her dreams, causing other things to swell in response. He immediately began to pet and caress her.

“Oh, I see. Very good dreams. And…uh…what did I do in these dreams?” She began to squirm against him as he teased and tormented her.

“You started with what you’re doing now,” she said, “and then you took me, making me come again and again until I dissolved into a thousand stars.”

Christ, it made him hard to hear her say things like that.

“I’ll make you see stars, princess.”

Changing the movement of his hand, he thrust two fingers inside her and curved them to touch the spot he’d discovered earlier, and she convulsed against him. Excellent. Exactly what he wanted. He loved the way she writhed at his touch. In very short order, she was wailing as she came, and he had to kiss her to contain the noise.

“Now give me what I want,” she demanded.

“This?” he asked, taking a nipple in his mouth and teasing it with tongue and teeth.

“You are terrible,” she said, raking her nails up his back in revenge for his delay.

“No? What about this?” he said, delaying yet again with her other breast. He could play this game all night.

No, he couldn’t. Who was he kidding? He could barely contain himself now, but it was so entertaining to thwart her.

She made a throaty noise of frustration.

“Oh, this isn’t what you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

She took his jaw in her grip and looked straight into his eyes. “I told you, I want you inside me, fucking me until I see stars. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said with a mock salute.

And with that, he positioned himself and sank home. Oh fuck. The clenching heat threatened to send him over the edge before they even got started. For a long moment, neither of them moved. All they could do was breathe. She looked back at him, wide-eyed in the silver moonlight, mouth frozen in a small “o.”