pleased with yourself.”
She stretched under the duvet, her slim fingers intertwined over her head. “I feel fabulous. You don’t want to know how long it’s been for me.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the narrow doorway. “Actually, I do. Tell me.”
“Well, technically, with a man, a few years.”
“Years?” She had to be lying. No woman as hot, as ready as Jaye could go that long without it. “How long without a man?”
She nibbled her lower lip. “Let’s just say I’ve taken care of business myself for longer than I care to admit.”
“I’d like to see that sometime.”
“I’d like to forget that I ever have to do it again.” She plumped the pillow behind her back and settled in. “What’s that wonderful smell?”
“Aretha’s chicken soup. It’s my favorite.”
“Smells like my favorite too.”
“Good.” The microwave beeped ready behind him and he took a couple of minutes to ladle the soup into serving bowls. He set them and a plate of crackers on a bed tray and headed for her again, taking care to kick the door shut behind him.
“Who’s Aretha?” she asked when she’d tasted the soup. She lifted her second spoonful to her lips and blew to cool it.
“My housekeeper. She’s been with me since I was a kid.”
“Oh.”
“She makes good soup. And my life easier.”
She laughed. “So that’s what it takes to be kept around. Making your life easier. Is that what Carl does too?”
“Yes. And that’s no small thing. I’m very demanding.”
“I noticed.” The heat in her gaze made his temperature rise. If he didn’t take control of the situation he’d be lost in her again. And right now, he wanted more than sex.
That in itself was enough to give him pause.
He told her how much longer they had in the air.
“Good, that gives us time to get some more.” Her hand trailed across his thigh and finger combed his pubic hair, making his balls contract.
His soup sloshed in the bowl. “Easy now,” he said.
“Oops. Sorry, my hand slipped.”
“Remind me to use that one later.”
She dipped the tip of her butter knife into the pot of cream cheese Aretha had provided to go with the crackers. She took a dainty scoop and smeared it on her water cracker. “I can’t remember ever having snacks in bed before. It’s wonderful. Decadent.”
“It’s a necessity after that last bout. We have to keep up our strength.”
“For the next bout.”
He set his empty soup bowl on the night stand on his side of the bed. “Do you need more food?”
She shook her head. “I need more you.” She set her half finished soup on her night stand.
“So, you’re having fun? A good time?”
“It’s wonderful. Never could I have imagined anything better for my vacation. A hot connection with a hotter man than I’ve ever had before and homemade soup in bed. This is heaven.”
He twined a lock of her hair around his finger. “Yes, it is.”
He tugged her close and took her lips in a kiss that scorched his soul. She gave as good as she got, and the satisfaction that brought bubbled through him. They were already used to the rhythm they shared.
The kiss led to another, slower, hungrier one and she tilted herself over him, her nipples dangling just above his chest. She dipped low enough to brush against his hair. The ends moved, teasing him.
Ripe pink berries, he thought and he reached for one. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath caught and he knew she liked it.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes, I, um, never realized before how touchy my nipples are.”
“I suppose when you’re taking care of business yourself, they get short shrift.”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Straddle my hips.”
She did. Her glorious hair spilled across her shoulders, swept down her chest to play peek-a-boo with her nipples. Her slit slid open along his cock, nearly encasing his full width. The tip of his cock protruded through her curls and she rocked herself against
She stretched under the duvet, her slim fingers intertwined over her head. “I feel fabulous. You don’t want to know how long it’s been for me.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the narrow doorway. “Actually, I do. Tell me.”
“Well, technically, with a man, a few years.”
“Years?” She had to be lying. No woman as hot, as ready as Jaye could go that long without it. “How long without a man?”
She nibbled her lower lip. “Let’s just say I’ve taken care of business myself for longer than I care to admit.”
“I’d like to see that sometime.”
“I’d like to forget that I ever have to do it again.” She plumped the pillow behind her back and settled in. “What’s that wonderful smell?”
“Aretha’s chicken soup. It’s my favorite.”
“Smells like my favorite too.”
“Good.” The microwave beeped ready behind him and he took a couple of minutes to ladle the soup into serving bowls. He set them and a plate of crackers on a bed tray and headed for her again, taking care to kick the door shut behind him.
“Who’s Aretha?” she asked when she’d tasted the soup. She lifted her second spoonful to her lips and blew to cool it.
“My housekeeper. She’s been with me since I was a kid.”
“Oh.”
“She makes good soup. And my life easier.”
She laughed. “So that’s what it takes to be kept around. Making your life easier. Is that what Carl does too?”
“Yes. And that’s no small thing. I’m very demanding.”
“I noticed.” The heat in her gaze made his temperature rise. If he didn’t take control of the situation he’d be lost in her again. And right now, he wanted more than sex.
That in itself was enough to give him pause.
He told her how much longer they had in the air.
“Good, that gives us time to get some more.” Her hand trailed across his thigh and finger combed his pubic hair, making his balls contract.
His soup sloshed in the bowl. “Easy now,” he said.
“Oops. Sorry, my hand slipped.”
“Remind me to use that one later.”
She dipped the tip of her butter knife into the pot of cream cheese Aretha had provided to go with the crackers. She took a dainty scoop and smeared it on her water cracker. “I can’t remember ever having snacks in bed before. It’s wonderful. Decadent.”
“It’s a necessity after that last bout. We have to keep up our strength.”
“For the next bout.”
He set his empty soup bowl on the night stand on his side of the bed. “Do you need more food?”
She shook her head. “I need more you.” She set her half finished soup on her night stand.
“So, you’re having fun? A good time?”
“It’s wonderful. Never could I have imagined anything better for my vacation. A hot connection with a hotter man than I’ve ever had before and homemade soup in bed. This is heaven.”
He twined a lock of her hair around his finger. “Yes, it is.”
He tugged her close and took her lips in a kiss that scorched his soul. She gave as good as she got, and the satisfaction that brought bubbled through him. They were already used to the rhythm they shared.
The kiss led to another, slower, hungrier one and she tilted herself over him, her nipples dangling just above his chest. She dipped low enough to brush against his hair. The ends moved, teasing him.
Ripe pink berries, he thought and he reached for one. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath caught and he knew she liked it.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes, I, um, never realized before how touchy my nipples are.”
“I suppose when you’re taking care of business yourself, they get short shrift.”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Straddle my hips.”
She did. Her glorious hair spilled across her shoulders, swept down her chest to play peek-a-boo with her nipples. Her slit slid open along his cock, nearly encasing his full width. The tip of his cock protruded through her curls and she rocked herself against
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