The Boy Toy - Nicola Marsh Page 0,41
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As she tugged the sheet off and slid lower, Rory knew a little afternoon delight was just what he needed to shake off this funk.
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For a guy who looked like a movie star and had a body she couldn’t get enough of, Rory’s insecurities surprised Samira. He rarely talked about his work. Then again, he didn’t talk much at all, and she’d dominated their conversations the last two times they’d been together.
As for wanting to help out those kids, if she didn’t already like him more than was good for her, a glimpse of his altruism would’ve tipped her over the edge. Like he just had with his tongue. And his very talented appendage.
“What are you thinking about?” He traced the gap between her brows with a fingertip, where she often glimpsed the start of frown lines. They made her self-conscious. With him, he made her feel so beautiful she didn’t care.
“You and your many talents.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he chuckled.
“We’re pretty great together.”
“Yeah,” she said, wondering if he meant out of the bedroom too. She didn’t want a full-blown relationship, but grabbing coffee with Manny earlier had cemented one thing. She really liked Rory and wanted to spend more time with him. “Speaking of being together, I know neither of us is wanting anything long-term, but how about hanging out?”
“Dating, you mean?”
Loath to make it official but knowing she had to acknowledge they’d be more than “hanging out,” she nodded. “Yeah, though I have to warn you, my mom’s trying to match me with this Indian doctor, and while we’re nothing more than friends, we might cross paths occasionally.”
Rather than her declaration intimidating him, an eyebrow arched in amusement. “Sounds like you’ve already seen him?”
An embarrassed blush flushed her cheeks. “Mom invited him to my welcome-home party, where I told him I wasn’t interested. Then he referred me a patient today and we caught up for coffee.”
His other eyebrow rose. “You sure this guy knows you’re not interested and that referral wasn’t just a sneaky way to see you?”
Flattered by the hint of jealousy in his tone, she shook her head. “I told him I’m seeing someone.” She broached the short distance between them to whisper in his ear, “That someone is you.”
“And don’t you forget it,” he said, flipping her onto her back so quickly she squealed.
His hands were everywhere, stroking and caressing, his mouth hot and frantic as it claimed hers, and for the third time since he’d arrived on her doorstep, he pleasured her until she could focus on nothing but him.
When he shifted his weight off her, she rolled onto her side to face him. “I like being with you. A lot.”
Too much too soon? Maybe, but he cupped her cheek, his palm warm, while his steady gaze tried to convey a message she hoped she read correctly.
“Same here.” He hesitated, as if wanting to say more, before giving a little shake of his head. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
He pointed to the condom and dropped a lingering kiss on her lips before getting out of bed and striding into the bathroom. The sight of his taut, bare butt had her itching to crawl all over him again once he took care of practicalities.
She’d barely had time to snuggle under the sheets, close her eyes, and replay their last sensual encounter in every glorious detail when his loud “fuck” had her sitting bolt upright at the urgency in his tone.
“What’s wrong?”
She wrapped a sheet around her and followed him into the bathroom, grateful he’d turned on the muted mirror lights and not the all-too-illuminating fluorescents. She may be comfortable with him in bed, but she didn’t think either of them was quite ready for her thirty-seven-year-old body in the harshest unflattering light.
“Condom broke.” He pointed to the discarded rubber in the trash, panic paling his cheeks, accentuating his vulnerability, his age.
“Don’t worry.” It wasn’t like she could get pregnant or anything. “I’m clean and it’s not the right time of my cycle.”
She actually needed to have a cycle for that to happen.
“I’m clean too,” he said, his relief obvious by the return of his trademark smile, the one that made her realize he was naked, they were in a bathroom, and the marble-and-glass double shower stall was less than two feet away.
“We could get cleaner.” She sent a pointed look at the shower.
“Great idea.”
He whipped the sheet out of her hands before she could blink, bundled her into