The Homecoming (Thunder Point #6)(60)

He smiled, lifted one eyebrow, reached for the vase of calla lilies and poured the water down the front of her shirt. She gasped, arched away from him, then started to laugh. She emptied the rest of the beer on the front of his shirt while her lips were pressed against his. He poured a little more water from the vase down her back.

And then the laughing stopped and the kissing grew more intense. Hotter. And deeper and wetter.

“Just take me to bed, Iris,” he whispered. “And I’ll never ask for another thing.”

Fourteen

It was like old times and yet completely new. It was fun and games and then it was desperately serious, Iris thought. The first thing Seth did was take the beer bottle from her hand. “Are you finished with this?”

“I think so.”

“You were crying and drinking my beer?” he asked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t cry that much. But I did drink a little of your beer.”

He touched her lips with his again. “Good idea,” he said. He ran a tongue over her lips. “You have excellent lips, Iris. Just excellent.”

As they made their way to the bedroom, he pulled her wet shirt off, then his own, tossing them both on the floor. He kissed her; he unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, never letting her go. “Sit,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed himself. While she kicked off her pants, he took some time to remove his shoes and that secret gun he wore around his ankle. He started to put it on the bedside table, then cast a narrow-eyed glance her way, lifted a thoughtful eyebrow and moved the gun to the dresser across the room.

“I can still get to it there,” she said, laughter in her voice.

“With you, I have to worry. If I don’t perform well, I might get shot.”

He pulled his jeans down and stood in his plaid boxers. “Sexy,” she said.

“Be careful. It’s the family tartan.”

“The Sileski clan has a tartan?” she asked.

“I didn’t think I was getting lucky tonight. I also didn’t think I was getting thrown out. A guy has to be ready for anything with you, Iris.” He lifted an edge of the covers. “And I am. Crawl in.”

He slid in right beside her, pulling her close. They were face-to-face, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. His hands ran up and down her back, over her hips. “Iris, you’re wearing fancy underwear,” he said.

“I always wear nice underwear. Sometimes downright slutty underwear...”

“I’m on board for some of that,” he said with a sigh. “Iris, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, to feel you against me like this. Still and close.” Then he slid her panties down and unhooked her bra. “Hmm. This is even better,” he said, pulling her against him, feeling the length of her in his arms. “Please say you’re on the pill.”

“I am, but what about you?”

“Clean as a whistle, no danger. I have a condom if you’re concerned.”

“I can trust you?”

“Not only has it been a long time, I was screened recently. I’m disease-and virus-free. But beware, I could be potent as the devil.” He smiled against her lips. “I want you. I want to do things to you.”

Her hands were on the waist of his boxers. “In the family tartan?”

He let go of her just long enough to ditch the boxers. “You’re right. We don’t need anything between us.”

“If tomorrow comes and you’ve forgotten...”

“Honey, I lost more in that disaster than you did. Things would’ve been so different if I’d remembered. I don’t know how, but I know everything would’ve been different. Now, you have to do something for me, Iris. I need you to shut up for a while.” And with that he was hard on her mouth, crushing her against him. With a bent knee, he separated her legs and his fingers gently investigated her inner thighs, her lower belly, her soft butt, her damp center. Just as he began to probe a little bit, his lips dropped to her breast.

She moaned and arched slightly, wanting more of him. With his mouth on her sensitive ni**les and his fingers on her, in her, she was squirming with pleasure. His touch was so sweet, so powerful.

He moved slowly until he was over her and her knees were spread, his mouth on hers again, his kiss deepening and his tongue inside her mouth at the very moment he entered her. He lifted himself, looking into her eyes. “God,” he whispered. “Iris...”

Then his mouth was on hers again and he began to move inside her, slowly and deeply. She drifted away as she clutched at him—every nerve in her body was focused on their coupling and she rocked toward him just as he pushed harder into her. His mouth was everywhere—on hers, on her neck, on her br**sts, on her mouth again. She began to pant, she mewled in anticipation of the payoff. It didn’t take very long; she felt a molten heat gather in her core and then there was the beautiful clench and throb she’d been searching for. He pushed deeper and was still, holding her tight against him, mouth to mouth, pelvis to pelvis. He hummed softly as Iris saw stars.

Then she felt him pulse inside her just as he groaned deep in his throat.

It was a long time coming down from that. It seemed to last forever. And it was so good.

There they were together again, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, kisses coming softer and sweeter, panting a little and breathing each other’s warm breath. He held his weight off her while keeping them so close that not even a sigh could come between them. They were like that, still and quiet and close, for a long time.