Romance Impossible(87)

I didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next year, or...

But we'd be together. Because we had to. Because somehow, improbably, we made each other better. I still didn't understand it, and I had a feeling I never would.

"Chef," she breathed, suddenly, with a little hitch in the middle of the word. "You never..." Her eyes fluttered as I moved inside her. "You never asked me a question."

"When you're right, you're right," I murmured, against her collarbone. "Well...I have a few questions...do you like it when I do this?"

I punctuated with a sharp jerk of my hips, going deep, making her back arch and her body spasm.

"Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back. "Were you really going to ask me that at dinner?"

"No," I admitted, pulling back, then sliding in, slow and deep. Dragging it out. Teasing her. "I was going to ask you..."

Her neck relaxed, and she looked at me. Waiting. Her eyes full of affection that I'd ignored for too long.

"...if you like this." I slipped one hand under her thigh and lifted, hooking her leg up over my shoulder to let me in deeper. She gasped.

"Max!" she cried out, her body quivering underneath me. Her neck and chest were flushed pink, her nipples peaked stiff under the fabric of her dress. "I'm...you..." She panted, grinding against me. "I've...so long..."

"Shh, I know." I lifted her hips, quickening my pace just a little. Not as much as I wanted. Not nearly. But this wasn't about me. "I know. And I think you know exactly what I was going to ask you, love."#p#分页标题#e#

Her eyes fell closed, and she let out a wordless, breathy moan.

"Say it anyway," she whispered.

"Christ." I groaned as her inner muscles clenched down on me, sending a spike of arousal through my body. "Demanding, aren't you?"

"Ask me, and I'll do it again," she said, sweetly. A moment later I realized what she was talking about.

"Jill, my darling, will you be my girl?" I teased, gently, trying to hide the fact that she was making me lose control. She tightened around me again, and I shuddered.

"Maybe." She was biting her lip and it was driving me absolutely wild. Her eyes popped open again - wicked, and dark with lust. "If you play your cards right."

At that, I cut loose. Gripping her hips tightly, I drove into her harder and harder, until every breath was a gasp with moans in between, until her head tossed from side to side, wiping that stupid smirk off her face. She was grabbing the headboard when she finally screamed my name - and when I heard that, I lost all semblance of self-control. She was so hot and slick around me, and her pleasure became mine. I shuddered and jerked inside her, spilling long and deep, years of loneliness and frustration wrung out of me by the hot, insistent pulse of her body.

I took her leg and lowered it down carefully, first, as soon as I'd recovered. Then I rested on top of her, gently, pressing feather-light kisses on her face. She had never looked more beautiful.

"So?" I said, my voice husky. "Did I play them right?"

She nodded, dreamily, with not a single sarcastic remark left in her.

God, I loved that woman.

Lying there in the afterglow, our bodies melded like they were meant to be together - and maybe, just maybe, even if you don't believe in that sort of thing - maybe they were.

You'd be surprised at the sorts of things you can believe in, given half a chance.