Inez’s eyes widened incredulously at the pronouncement, but then he suddenly caught the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it off over his head and she was distracted by her first sight of his chest unclothed. Thomas, she decided, was the one who was beautiful. A work of art.
Reaching out tentatively, Inez ran one hand over the muscles of his chest as he tossed the stained T-shirt to the floor and then he turned to peer at her and caught her hand against his chest with his. Watching her face, he raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her fingers before slipping one into his mouth and suckling at it lightly.
Inez gasped lightly at the sensations that suddenly jolted through her as he drew the finger slowly out. He then released her hand and bent to kiss her again. He used one hand and arm to hold his weight off of her, but the fingers of the other hand moved over her body, caressing first one breast and then the other before sliding over her rounded stomach.
Inez clutched at his shoulders and moved her legs restlessly as his hand slid beneath the sheet and blankets and across her lower stomach to one hip as he kissed her. His hand paused there, fingers tightening slightly on the outer side of her hip as his thumb ran along the sensitive flesh on top and then it continued down along her outer leg, smoothing over skin she hoped to God wasn’t stubbly.
When was the last time she’d shaved her legs? Inez wondered a bit frantically and realized it hadn’t been for two days at least. Damn! There would be stubble. It would give a whole new meaning to her last name, which she thought was perfectly apt because—like a bear—she seemed to have a lot of hair. Honestly, she seemed to even grow it in her sleep. During the day was the worst, though, she sported a five o’clock shadow on her legs after shaving them in the morning. Why had she been cursed with this body? She should have been a tall, leggy blonde with—#p#分页标题#e#
“Aiyeee,” Inez cried out, her eyes opening with shock as Thomas’s hand suddenly closed over the very core of her. She’d been so distracted with her self criticisms she’d hadn’t noticed that his caresses had stopped going down her outer leg and had started up the inside. She’d missed the whole upward journey…also missing that he’d broken their kiss and was now nibbling on her ear. She wasn’t distracted now, however.
“Are you back with me?” Thomas asked with amusement as his hand glided over her warm core.
Inez nodded breathlessly, her hands digging into his shoulders as he caressed her.
He chuckled against her ear and then asked in a whisper. “Where were you? What were you thinking?”
Inez would have swallowed her own tongue before telling him the truth. Unfortunately it was impossible to come up with a lie with him doing what he was doing. Much to her relief she didn’t end up having to, because the hotel phone chose that moment to begin ringing.
Thomas stiffened above her and cursed. Inez closed her eyes and silently thanked God for the intervention and making sure Thomas would never know how close he’d come to getting whisker burn on his hands from her legs. Releasing his shoulder, she reached out swiftly and snatched up the phone to draw it to her ear.
“Good morning?” Inez said with a cheer that made Thomas jerk his head up with surprise.
“Good morning, Inez,” Bastien said, sounding crisp and well rested. “How are you feeling?”
Her eyebrows rose at the sudden turn in his voice. The question had sounded solemn and concerned, but she had no idea why he’d be concerned about her. That had been Thomas’s first question too, she realized now and frowned to herself.
“I—What happened last night?” Inez asked with sudden apprehension as she searched her memories and found she had no recall of going to bed last night.
Bastien hesitated and then asked, “Don’t you remember?”
“No,” she admitted, feeling suddenly sick. Taking the phone from her ear before he could say anything else, she handed it to Thomas and then scooted off the bed, dragging the sheet and blankets with her and nearly rolling Thomas to the floor as she did.
Wrapping them around herself toga style, Inez hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She stood there in the dark for a moment, trying to calm down. Her stomach had always reacted to her upset, and if she didn’t calm down she was likely to be kneeling over the toilet retching in a minute.
Closing her eyes, Inez concentrated on her breathing, forcing herself to breathe more slowly. When she thought she had herself at least a little calmer, she felt along the wall beside her until she found the light switch and then flicked it on. Inez blinked in the sudden explosion of light and then peered at herself in the mirror. The sheet and blanket were gathered around her in a lopsided collection, her hair was wild about her head, and her eyes were a little wild and a lot scared.