Back In The Bedroom (The Wrong Bed #29)(45)

Too tired? Not likely.

“I just want to be with you,” she whispered and, head on his chest, let out a soft, happy sigh. “Just for tonight, Reilly. Isn’t this nice?” She ran her fingers down his arm, his chest and belly. Over and over again, that soft, light touch.

He didn’t have to look into her eyes to see she was giving him everything she had. That was the kind of woman she was. She had no idea how to hold back and even if she did, he doubted she’d ever even try. It made his heart ache, physically ache.

“Does this feel good?” she whispered.

He was completely hard again and knew she could see that he was. “Yes.”

“You make me feel good, too, Reilly, just by being here. You can make me feel good by just looking at me.”

He had no idea what to say to that, but she didn’t seem to need a response. Slowly, her fingers stroked him and he let her. Her touch felt so good, so beyond what he’d expected or even wanted.

“Reilly?” She was breathless now and when he lifted his head, he saw her looking at his body and its reaction to her.

“Again?” she whispered hopefully.

“Again,” he agreed and took her in his arms. “But next time, we make it to a damn bed.” He started kissing her, letting himself get lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, but even that wasn’t enough to obliterate the fact that this had not been some normal casual-sex thing.

Still wasn’t. It was more, far more and damned if he could even begin to explain why.

So he didn’t even try; instead, he bent to the task at hand, and took them both to heights of pleasure he’d never known before her.





17




EDDIE LAY IN HIS BED as the sun rose and held the love of his life.

Cheri stirred and opened her eyes. “Hmm,” she said, and sat up. Fluffing her pillow behind her, she sighed. “I know that look. You’re thinking too much. Regrets already?”

“Are you kidding?” He nearly laughed, but this wasn’t a laughing matter. “I’ve never been happier.”

“Me, either,” she said, smiling. “Sorry it took me so long to come to my senses.”

“That’s okay. What’s thirty-odd years between soul mates? I love you, Cheri.”

“Oh, Eddie. I love you, too. So much.” She stroked his jaw. “So, if we’re okay…”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m more than okay.”

Cheri laughed and said, “All I’m asking is, what’s the frown about?”

“Reilly.”

“Ah.” She let out a long breath as she continued to stroke him. “You’re going to meddle, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m going to meddle. It’s what I do best.”

“Eddie—”

“No. I’ve got a good plan this time. Listen,” he said. And he leaned in close, tugging the sheet free of her gloriously nude body as he did, whispering his plans as he made love to her again.

“What do you think?” he asked her when they could talk.

Glowing, Cheri sighed. “You know what? Color me crazy, but I think it just might work…”



WHEN TESSA WOKE UP, she was alone. That is, she was alone until her sister flipped on her bedroom light after she let herself in and, as she tended to do several times a week, went straight for Tessa’s closet. “Do you still have my denim skirt?” Oblivious, Carolyn flipped through the hangers, then whirled around to dig her way through the clothes heaped on the chair next to the dresser. “I wish you’d return the stuff you take—Damn it, here it is. Is it even clean?” she asked, lifting the skirt. She shook it out, then lifted it up again.

She finally seemed to notice Tessa lying silently in her bed. “What’s the matter?” she demanded.

What was the matter? Tessa took stock of her situation. Her entire body was warm and replete and deliciously sated. Not bad. The only thing missing was the fact that Reilly had clearly let himself out, probably shortly after their last tryst in the shower, sometime near dawn.

“Tessa,” her sister said and stood by the bed now, her hands on her hips. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Still sleepy, I guess.” Tessa started to get out of the bed, but remembered she was quite naked.

Carolyn narrowed her eyes. “You’re going to be late for work, aren’t you?”

Somehow she didn’t think Reilly would mind. Unable to get up until Carolyn left, she held the sheet up to her chin. “I think I’ll just snooze another few minutes,” she said.

Carolyn sighed. “Suit yourself. But I left you breakfast in the kitchen.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s just yogurt and a bagel. Figured I’d save your cholesterol intake today, so you can skip the doughnut shop. Come on, come eat with me—” She tugged the sheet free of her sister’s grasp and gaped. “Since when did you start sleeping in your birthday suit?”

Tessa scooped the blanket back up to her chin. “It was hot last night.”

“It was sixty degrees.”

“Well, it was hot in here.”

“Uh-huh. And I suppose you bit yourself on your shoulder.”