Indecent Suggestion - By Elizabeth Bevarly Page 0,60
recognition of her own readiness for him. The hand at her waist crept higher, closing over her breast, and he nuzzled her neck from behind. Instinctively, Becca turned her head on the pillow to grant him freer access, and he brought his mouth into the action, dragging soft butterfly kisses along her throat and shoulder and back. Reaching behind herself, she tangled her fingers in his hair, her other hand covering the one splayed open now over her belly.
She felt him shift behind her, and without preliminaries, he slipped easily into her from behind. He pushed his hips forward slowly, languidly, so much less fiercely than he had during the night. This was obviously meant to be a slow, leisurely, good-morning coupling, and she couldn’t help thinking it was a much better way to ease into her Sunday.
His hand massaged her breast while the other pressed into her belly, and he gently nipped her shoulder as he bucked his hips less gently against her. Becca pushed herself back to greet him as he thrust deeper inside her, and he dropped his hand from her breast to anchor it to her waist. Holding her still with both hands, he jerked his hips forward, slamming against her ass. Becca moved her own hand between her legs to seek the wet, stiff little button of her clitoris. She gasped when she found it, then drew little circles on it with the pad of her middle finger, keeping time with Turner’s thrusting, until she felt the first waves of her climax rising.
He came more quickly than he had during the night, as did she, both of them crying out softly as the ongoing tremors of their orgasms shuddered through them. Launching his body into hers one final time, Turner spent himself inside her, then collapsed against her, burying his face in her hair.
Becca lay still as she waited for her body to calm, loving how the heat and dampness of Turner’s skin mingled with her own. For long moments the two of them rested in silence, their bodies still joined as one, their respiration united in uneven, irregular breaths. Eventually, she found herself wondering if their thoughts, too, were shared. Somehow, though, she suspected that their thinking might be the only place they weren’t currently connected.
Finally, Turner rolled onto his back, bringing Becca with him. She landed with her head on his shoulder, her fingers tangled in the dark hair spanning his chest. He looped an arm around her shoulders and held her close, capturing a strand of her hair and wrapping it idly around his index finger as he gazed up at the ceiling.
And Becca couldn’t help noting that not only had neither of them said a word to the other, but also they couldn’t seem to look each other in the eye.
She surprised herself by being the one to break what threatened to become an awkward silence. “Gee, I guess that sort of answers my first question,” she said as she snuggled closer to him and opened her hand over his heart. She took comfort in the way his heartbeat buffeted her palm. She wasn’t positive, but she thought his heart rate was in sync with her own. So maybe there was hope they could be in sync with other things that mattered more.
For a moment, he didn’t say anything and, she sensed, continued to gaze up at the ceiling. Then he turned his head toward hers—not looking her in the eye, she couldn’t help noticing—and murmured against her hair, “What question?” He punctuated the query by brushing his lips lightly over her temple, but he still didn’t look at her.
Quietly, she said, “Last night did we really do what I thought we did, or was it just a dream?”
He chuckled low and nuzzled her hair affectionately again. “Ain’t no way that was a dream,” he told her. “Because whenever I have dreams like that, they always end way before I’m satisfied.”
As strange as Becca felt, she couldn’t help but smile at that. “Judging by what just happened, you still weren’t satisfied by what happened last night.” Less happily, she added, “So maybe it was a dream, after all.”
“It wasn’t a dream,” he repeated. “And believe me, Becca, I am satisfied.”
He rolled to his side and bent his head to kiss her, and when he finally pulled back, he met her gaze. Better than that, he smiled at her. “At least I am for a little while.”