Suddenly Sexy(20)

"Coffee?" she offered.

"Got any ice cream?"

He was kidding, right? "You want ice cream?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"Well," she regarded him quizzically, "it’s not very sophisticated."

He shrugged. "I’m not a very sophisticated guy."

"It’s not low fat," she said.

"Good."

Where did he put it? He didn’t look like the kind of guy who ate ice cream every night. She went into the kitchen and came out a few minutes later with two bowls of triple chocolate and handed one to Sam.

He ate his with all the attention ice cream deserved—in deferential silence and with a great deal of attention. He even licked the spoon clean. She watched it slide in and out of his mouth, his tongue lapping up every last morsel, his eyes half-closing with the goodness of it. For a moment, she even forgot to eat her own ice cream, that’s how good the show was.

When he finished, he put his bowl on the coffee table and watched her. She pretended she didn’t notice when all the while her body was aware of his eyes on her, taking in every little thing she did to that spoon just as she had noticed him.

Unfortunately she spoiled the moment and spilled some ice cream down her chin and it dripped onto her lap. What a loser.

"Here, let me get that."

Before she realized he meant the drip on her chin and not the one in her lap, he’d already pressed his mouth to her lower lip. His warm tongue darted out and licked away the ice cream. Oh, yesssss. He was the world’s best kisser, no doubt about it. Gentle yet insistent, exploring without probing. Tingles radiated from every corner of her body and bubbled inside her like fizzy cola. One shake and she’d explode.

Without breaking the kiss, he took her bowl and placed it on the coffee table. One hand then went to her hip, his other scooped around her lower back and pulled her to him in an expert move.

Pressed against his hard body, she couldn’t go anywhere and certainly didn’t want to. This was too good, he was too good. Slowly, slowly, the coil inside her unwound. The tension of earlier eased and then completely disappeared, leaving her feeling like the ice cream she’d just consumed. Melted. Gooey through and through.

"That’s better," he murmured against her lips. "Now, how about seconds?"

He wasn’t referring to ice cream. He kissed her again while his fingers caressed her thigh, tickling and teasing. She shifted and somehow the movement brought his fingers closer to her crotch. He cupped her through her jeans, pressing the stiff fabric into her most sensitive area. She gasped into his mouth. He smiled against her lips as he unbuttoned her fly.

In one swift movement, he opened it and slid his big hand down between jeans and panties, finding her clit without seeming to try. The only thing separating skin from skin was a filmy piece of pink cotton.

Oh boy! She heard her own ragged breathing, her gasps and sighs, but didn’t care. To Hell with what she sounded like, this was Heaven with a capital H.

She arched her hips up to meet his fingers, wanting them to explore further, deeper, beyond the panties. Christ, what had she been thinking wearing underwear! The damn things only got in the way.

His mouth moved to her throat, nibbling and licking the sensitive flesh, driving her closer to something she knew would be amazing. She didn’t know how she knew but if Sam Hennessy was involved, it had to be extraordinary. And all the while one of his fingers rubbed her through the thin fabric, now moist with her juices. Heat swept over her, caressed her skin and drove her wild. God, if it was this good with just one finger, imagine if his cock were inside her.

That thought reminded her of her selfishness. Something she wanted to correct and fast. For years she’d wondered what his penis would feel like and now she had the perfect opportunity to find out. Just as he had done to her, she pressed her hand to the front of his jeans. The hard length of his erection strained against the denim, long and thick.

It was all for her.

He moaned into her mouth and she felt his body shudder. She had caused that. Her hands. The power of it was thrilling. What would happen if she touched skin with skin?

She unbuttoned his fly—

The phone rang. She ignored it and continued with her task. But it rang. And rang.

She swore. What if it was important? Who rang late at night anyway? Oh no, Linda! The kids!

She broke the kiss. "I have to get it."

"No you don’t," he rasped.

"I’ll never be able to keep my mind on the task if I don’t know who’s calling." She got up and refastened her fly as she ran for the phone. "What?" she said into the receiver, half-irritable, half-anxious.