The Best of Us (Sullivan's Crossing #4)(34)

“I hope not,” she said. “Is that what we’re having? A relationship?”

“Yes, Leigh. That’s what this is. Just what kind of relationship hasn’t been decided yet. I think you’re deciding.”

He kissed her again. “Wait,” she said. “What do you expect us to tell people?”

He sighed and buried his face in her neck. “Oh God, you smell so good,” he murmured. “I’m not going to tell anyone anything. You tell whatever you want. Now just out of curiosity, do you want to talk for a while?”

“I’m trying to be sure this isn’t a mistake. Because I know where this is going.”

“Do you now?” he asked.

“You’re aroused,” she pointed out to him.

“No kidding. You’re pretty easy to get aroused about.”

“We need to get behind a closed door,” she said.

“Excellent idea,” he said, scooping her up in his arms. “Point!”

She pointed. Her heart hammered and a little voice in her head was chanting, Yes! This! Hurry! Now! He kicked the door closed and fell with her onto the bed, his mouth still stuck to hers, moving, devouring, penetrating. His hands were all over her breasts, down her sides, cupping her butt. Her fingertips moved into his hair and he groaned, letting his eyes close briefly. He slid his hands under her shirt, massaging her breasts. In no time at all they were both panting and pulling at clothing. He pulled her up and helped her out of her shirt, and in almost the same fluid movement he pulled his off.

She gasped and her fingers immediately went to that soft mat of hair on his muscled chest while he made fast work of the clasp on her bra, tossing it aside. He slid a hand under her and pulled her up, pressing himself against her and grinding at her until a small whimper escaped her. She hung on to him with her arms around his neck.

“Is this what you want?” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh God, yes,” she whispered back.

“The rest of these clothes have got to go,” he said.

She immediately unzipped his jeans. “I could use a little help here,” she said. Like magic, his pants disappeared and hers were sliding down past her knees, her panties with them, and there they were—naked and straining against each other, their lips locked together, their hands exploring. The length of his penis was captured between her legs and she moved against him. Wanting more of him, wanting him inside.

He stilled for a moment, looking down at her. He kneeled between her legs, studied her, smiled into her eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he said, bending to tongue a nipple. She automatically arched; his mouth on her felt so nice. Then his fingers were in her most vulnerable place and he whispered into her ear, “Wet and ready. Is your brain as ready as the rest of you?”

“Oh, yes,” she whispered back.

He took a moment to slide on a condom, then started to rub her there, along her inner parts.

“Stop screwing around,” she commanded. “I’m ready!”

He laughed low in his throat, a sexy rumble that set her nerves on fire. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, finding and entering her. With his mouth on hers he pumped his hips a few times and she went off like a rocket. And so did he.

They held on to each other, panting, her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth on hers. She rubbed his back, his nice round butt, his strong thighs. A minute passed as their breathing evened. Then he slowly withdrew and fell onto his back.

“Holy God,” he said, breathless.

“You’re telling me,” she agreed.

He rolled onto his side toward her, a hand on her belly. “You okay?”

“I’m very okay,” she said. “I’m outstanding.”

“You are indeed,” he said. “We’re a couple of runaway trains. That might’ve been a record. I’ll try to go slower next time.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that wild before,” she said. “I went a little crazy.”

“Did I complain? I don’t think I complained.” He brushed back her hair from her forehead.

“I’ve been tested—no STDs,” she said, touching his cheek. “Will you indulge me with a blood test? Just to be sure? I have the birth control covered.”

“Sure,” he said. “That’s not asking too much.”

She rested her hand on his neck. “Don’t get a big head but I’ve never had sex like that in my life!”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Pretty standard stuff. Missionary position. I didn’t even get to do everything I’m dying to do.”

She was thinking that it far surpassed standard. She leaned toward him, touching her lips to his. “It’s still early. Thank goodness.”

She rocked his world. Rob was completely blown away. He was not the least surprised; just from the little time they spent together—their conversations, the short amount of kissing—suggested they were right for each other. He just hadn’t imagined they’d be this perfect together. Their bodies fit together like they were made for each other.

They had sex again, of course, and he was a bit more leisurely. He tasted her entire body and she had a taste of his. But once again it couldn’t last too long before they were panting and pulling at each other and consumed by overpowering need. He rode her, rocked her, filled her, rolled over and pulled her atop him and enjoyed her as she took all he had and he took all of her.