Page 31 of A Kind Wedding


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"I'm still not sure what you don't see in her."

"Who?"

I grinned at him.

"I meant it when I said I thought you were able to push me into the professional zone without a thought," he said. “I will admit that if I had considered you might get jealous, I might've arranged the meeting sooner."

I pursed my lips at him. "You're the one who was acting like it was easy."

He let out a laugh. "It was total and complete agony to act professional when all I wanted to do was touch you and hold you and kiss you."

I walked my fingers over his chest. "It wasn't very easy for me, either."

"What was that?" He put his hand behind his ear as if he was trying to hear better. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me." I gave his nipple a pinch.

He winced, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips in a sweet gesture. "Do you suppose now we could redefine what professional means between us?"

I moved until I was sitting up and straddling his thighs, running my hands up his strong chest. "What do you have in mind?"

His hands went to my thighs, rubbing them while his dick, a minute ago lying soft on his belly, began to swell and harden. "I'm kind of liking this."

"This?" I used my thumbs and forefingers to pinch his nipples, loving the way his dick jumped as I did so. "Or this?" I rubbed my pussy along his shaft.

His hips rose, pressing his dick tighter between our bodies. "Do I have to choose just one?"

“No.” I took his dick in my hand and stroked. “Why do you call me Elisabeth when we’re having sex?”

For a moment, he stared at me. It made me wonder if he realized he did it.

Finally, he said, “I don’t know. I suppose because your name is beautiful. Maybe it’s to differentiate Betts, my employee, from Elisabeth, the woman who lights me up.”

I knew my smile was goofy, but hearing him say I lit him up boosted my ego and made me feel warm and gooey inside. He deserved a reward for that, so I rose over him and then took him inside my body. After that, the only words were erotic and naughty until pleasure consumed us again.

As I lay sprawled over him, catching my breath, I had to admit, even if it was just to myself, that I was already in deeper than I should be with Todd. My heart was becoming entangled with his. If I were smart, I would leave now and not look back. I didn’t mean just leave this room and make a vow to stay away. I meant quit my job and go work somewhere else so that I could avoid him completely. Even just seeing him across a room was enough to make my chest hurt with longing. I was in very dangerous territory here.

There'd been a time not so long ago when I had sworn off men, instead spending all the time with my friends. Over time, I’d come to want what they had, men who were devoted to them and children born from their love. But I couldn’t have that with Todd. He’d been married and had a child, but clearly, it hadn't gone well. The fact that he hadn’t been serious with any woman since then suggested he had no interest in trying again.

Finding a life mate and getting married took time, and I couldn't waste that time having a relationship, or whatever this was, with Todd. In fact, it was just a few hookups between people who were physically attracted to each other, right? Telling myself that made it easier to stay right where I was, my body wrapped around his, my head lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I thinkI promised you something to drink. Maybe we could get something to eat too. I need the sustenance." Todd waggled his brows suggestively. It had its intended effect when everything inside me went sizzling hot.

"I could eat something."

He grinned and got out of bed, not bothering to cover up as he sauntered to the desk in the room to look through the menu by the phone. "I'm feeling like a burger. What about you?"

I’d had dinner with Todd when we took Mikael out, but I'd been so busy helping Mikael learn manners and etiquette, I'd hardly eaten. In other words, I hadn't really ever had a meal with Todd. Funny how with sex, I could talk myself into calling it simply a physical action, but having a meal with him after sex somehow made it seem like more. The warnings again sounded, but I again silenced them.

"Is there one with bacon and cheese?"

He grinned at me for reasons I couldn't understand.

"What? Did you think I was a vegetarian or something?"

He shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been with a woman who ate anything other than salad. I like that about you."

I arched a brow. "That I'm happy to eat like a pig?"

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