“I wanted the full experience. But I can't—” He broke off as he shifted against her, allowing her to feel what he was talking about.
“I know. I can’t either.”
He shifted so that he was on top of her and she opened her legs under him. Meeting her eyes with his, he eased into her slowly, closing his eyes as he experienced the tightness and the moisture there. His eyes flew open when she enveloped him.
“You're ready.” He groaned and pushed deeper into her.
“Ever since you stood at the door,” she admitted. Amy ran her fingers over his chest and felt the quiver of his muscles. “This is good,” she whispered as she moved against him.
“It is that and more.” He eased a hand under her bottom and brought her up against him as he drove into her. Amy gasped and arched her body as she felt him touch something deep inside her. She was all heat and flames and she couldn't explain it. Her heart was exploding inside her chest and she felt as if she was poised on a precipice and had no idea whether to jump or remain poised there. She moved with him, her fingers curling into his chest, the tremors rocking every fiber of her being. He bent his head, his breath feathering over her skin before he took her lips with his, their tongues tangling against each other’s as he drove into her. She put her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into the corded muscles as he drove into her. One minute she was poised at the edge and before she could even think about it, or realize what was happening,she was flying off the cliff at such a rapid speed that she didn't have time to wonder about the sensations going through her body.
Lance felt when she dug her fingers into his shoulders, felt the pinch of her nails as they scraped the skin, heard the faint moan trapped deep in his throat. Suddenly her body stiffened and her eyes flew open and widened as the climax slammed so hard inside her that it took her completely by surprise. He felt her tremble against him and to his shocked surprise realized that he was right behind her. He dragged his mouth from hers and tried to delay the inevitable—Christ it was too soon! But he couldn't stop it! He came in the middle of her orgasm, his body shuddering on top of her as the climax slammed through their unsuspecting bodies with a force that stole their breath away. Amy buried her face in his chest as she waited for the storm to abate and the tremors to stop. Lance curled his arms around her as he held her to him and placed tiny kisses on the top of her head, fighting to get his breathing under control. He eased off her when he was able to and she let him, but he pulled her against him so that they could curl into each other’s arms. He brushed back her hair and stared at the blue silk wallpaper, his expression thoughtful.
“We need more wine,” she murmured as she lifted her head to look at him.
He stared at her with a frown. That was certainly the last thing he expected her to say. “Why?”
“To celebrate,” she told him with a lazy smile.
“What are we celebrating?”
Her eyebrows lifted. “That amazing lovemaking and the fact that I'm probably pregnant. Also, that I want more.”
“Is that so?” He felt relief coursing through him at what she'd just said. He'd been wondering if she was going to tell him to go now that they'd accomplished what they set out to.
“Hmm.” She bent to kiss his chest. “I think we should take it slower this time.”
“If we can.” He dug his fingers into her hair and angled her head so that he could meet her lips with his.
Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into the kiss, her body shivering in response. He broke off the kiss and fought to get control of himself. “Get the wine,” he said hoarsely as he smoothed back the hairs from her face. “And let’s see how slow we can go.”
“I think I'll skip the wine for now and get to the good part. I don’t think I have the strength to get off the bed right now.”
“Good plan.” He used one hand to cup her breast, his finger running over the tight bud.
“That’s feels so good,” she whispered.
“I've been wanting to taste it,” he whispered back.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I'm done waiting.” He bent to the nipple, using his tongue to swirl around the tightness of it before pulling it into his mouth.
“Oh Lord!” She gasped as she arched her body to his. One hand reached between her legs, which opened immediately. He stroked her flesh before dipping two fingers inside her, going in deeper as she reacted to his thrusts. Amy rode his fingers, her body already flushed from the previous lovemaking and about to erupt again. He was good, she thought hazily. More than good—the lovemaking was fluttering her heart and filling her body with so much heat that she was finding it hard to contain herself.
“Lance,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he suckled at her nipple. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. It feels so good!” She cried out as she felt the climax starting at the base of her stomach and working its way up. He lifted his head but only to transfer to the next nipple, his fingers still busy inside her. She came against his fingers, her own fingers digging into the corded muscles of his shoulders as the climax swamped her. He eased out of her trembling body slowly, using the wetness on his fingers to rub over the tip of his erection before climbing on top of her and entering her swiftly. He captured her moans as he took her lips with his, both of them lost in the swirl of emotions that took over!
Chapter 6
“I have to leave in a week.” Amy trailed a finger down his chest and watched as it quivered. It had been two days since that momentous occasion at her place and tonight she was in his very masculine suite, in his bed after some very rambunctious and heated passionate lovemaking that had left them completely breathless and aching for more.
“Why?” He fisted his fingers in her hair and crushed her lips with his.
“Well,” she took a deep breath so that she could continue the conversation. “Let me get my breath back.” She pushed at him and he flopped back against the pillows. “I have to go to the UK to chase down a diva who thinks she has the book of the century. She had an affair with some European prince a year ago and did a tell-all book that a publishing house has acquired, and she wants me to do the editing but refuses to have the damned thing sent to me. She's paying for my ticket and putting me up in this fancy hotel, so I'm not complaining.”
“How long?” He hated that he was asking because they weren't in a relationship, but this was the moment he'd been dreading.
“I have no clue. It’s a big book, and from the little I read it's going to take a lot of editing. So, I'm going to lock myself in that hotel suite and bury myself in work. It will probably take three weeks, which will take us to the end of September. I'll also know by that time if I have to rush back here to let you do your magic again. But I have a good feeling about this. I think I'm already pregnant.”
“If you are, does that mean we can't do it anymore?” he asked her casually.
“Not a chance!” She ran her fingers over his muscled chest, loving the feel and look of the hairs lying on the skin. “Did I tell you about the hot sex I had in Italy?”