“So I can what?”
“You know,” she said, attempting to hide a smile. “You want to come too, I’m sure.”
Ivan laughed out loud. “Very much, love, but not as much as I want to know what you taste like, how hot you feel under my hands, and how tender and succulent your sweet pussy is as you come against my tongue.”
“Maybe I should take a quick shower.”
“Maybe you should trust your man.”
She gazed down at him for long seconds, warring with her own self-consciousness, most likely, and then gave a slight nod. Her breathing increased, and he reached behind her to unhook her bra. She stopped him. “Remember what we talked about, Ivan. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“I’ll only be disappointed if you won’t let me get you naked so I can feast on all your sweet flesh. Cassie”—he captured her chin so she would look into his eyes—“I’m not perfect either. My six-pack has been in hiding for years, though it’s still in there.”
Her hands eased their grasp on his as she giggled. “Okay, but you were warned.”
“Noted,” he growled as he slid the straps of her bra down her arms and inhaled as her bountiful breasts were released. He couldn’t understand why she worried so much. She was perfectly shaped, two lush teardrop globes filling his hands to just barely overflowing, with lovely, dark rose nipples peeking out and growing even tighter under his gaze.
* * * *
“Sir, please stay on the line with me. Help is on the way right now,” Samson said, listening to the background noise over the line as he talked with his most recent emergency caller.
It was times like this when Samson was thankful for having experience in law enforcement and military service. It helped him to maintain a calm and passive-seeming reserve. The man on the other end of his call was his next-door neighbor. He was so worried about his wife he hadn’t recognized Samson’s voice, but Samson had recognized Mr. Tarrington’s the moment the call came through, even before he identified himself.
“What? Yes, yes, I’m listening.”
“Mr. Tarrington, can the EMTs get into your house? Is the door unlocked?”
“Oh no, I never leave the door unlocked, sir. Too dangerous with my Sunny at home alone while I work.”
“Would you mind unlocking it? Can you leave her side for just a moment so they can get to her?”
“Of course,” he said before changing his tone and whispering, “Dove, I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere.” His wavering tone held a gentle warning. His elderly neighbor had called in a minute before, saying his wife had collapsed on their living room floor. He’d already dispatched paramedics after determining no other emergency services were needed.
Samson was encouraged when he heard the soft female voice on the line. “Not on my life, handsome.”
Moments later, Mr. Tarrington picked his landline receiver back up and said, “All right. Doors unlocked now. Dove, how do you feel?”
Samson listened as she replied softly and nodded at one of his fellow workers when they motioned, asking if he was still on his call. “Sir, how are you feeling?” He needed to help Mr. Tarrington stay calm until help arrived.
“Oh, I’m fit as a fiddle, under the circumstances, sir. Name’s Casper, and my wife’s name is Sunny. She’s my sunshine. I just call her dove because of her lovely dove-gray eyes.” Samson smiled, hearing the timbre of love in Casper’s cracking voice.
“How’s Sunny doing, Casper? Is she awake?”
“Yes, sir. She’s got a cut on her forearm and a lump on her forehead. Sunny, that’s going to leave a bruise, I bet, but you’ll be fine, won’t you?”
A soft voice replied, but Samson couldn’t understand her. It might help for the EMTs who were en route to have possible causes for her fall, and Samson got his attention again, “Casper, may I speak with Sunny?”
“You sure can. Hang on just a minute.” There was a rustling as he put the phone down and the sound of Casper’s voice. “I got you, dove. You’re safe. The 911 operator wants to talk to you. Here you go.”
Sunny’s familiar voice, laced with a proper English accent, came on the line. “Hello?” Samson quickly introduced himself and grinned when she cut him off. “Samson? Is that you, dear?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s me.”
He smiled at her pleasantries and, as she told Casper who he’d been talking to, noting she was able to communicate clearly. Before they could go off on a tangent about the smallness of the world, Samson said, “Mrs. Tarrington, your husband tells me you fell. Where are you now?”