Imagine With Me (With Me in Seattle #15) - Kristen Proby Page 0,36
from that initial high, I cover her with my body and kiss her shoulder, then up her neck to her lips.
She gives as good as she gets. If her hands were free, she’d be tugging at my hair and scratching her nails down my back.
She’s a bloody delight in bed.
“I can’t get enough of your tight, wee body,” I say, watching her eyes as I let my hand roam over her. “Your skin is like silk, and your voice is a siren’s call that I’ll never get tired of.”
“I love it when you talk to me,” she admits breathlessly. “That hint of Ireland in your voice is the sexiest thing ever.”
I smile softly. “It’s my accent you enjoy, is it then?”
Kicking it up a notch isn’t difficult.
I’m rewarded with a long, low moan.
Interesting.
“And what if I tell you, with this accent, that it’s savage how turned on I am when I look at you all tangled up in my ropes?”
“Good God, you just got hotter.”
I grin against her skin and place a kiss on her jawline. I can’t resist her any longer. I reach back and, with a flick of my wrist, release one ankle and then the other. Her legs immediately come up around my hips, and I slide inside her, stopping when I’m seated balls-deep.
“Christ,” I mutter, clenching my eyes shut as the base of my spine immediately tingles at the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me.
With my lips on hers, I move my hips slowly.
“Are you trying to kill us?” she asks.
“What a way to go.”
She laughs, but when I grind the base of my cock against her clit, that chuckle turns into a moan, and I feel her start to spasm around me.
“That’s right, angel. Give in to it.”
Her head falls back, and she comes spectacularly, pulling me right along with her.
I reach up and release her hands, and she immediately wraps them around my neck, still linked together. The red rope falls between us, looped around her breast.
“Sexiest thing ever,” I mutter before kissing her softly. “Thank you for this.”
“Uh, you’re welcome. Any time. Really.”
I roll us to our sides and pull her hands over my head so I can work on untying them. The knot I made on her wrists is different from the quick release ones I did on her feet and the bedposts.
When she’s free, she cradles my face in her hands and kisses me sweetly.
I could fall in love with this woman.
I’m not. But I could.
She stares at me with crystal-clear blue eyes. I can’t read the look in them. Maybe she’s thinking the same things I am.
“Do we have any ice cream?” she asks.
“Probably.”
“Excellent.” She climbs off the bed and heads for the door. “I’m getting some.”
“Naked?”
“Why not?”
I hurry after her. Why not, indeed?
“I’m not ready to go back to real life,” Lexi says the next day as I pull into the driveway of my house and cut the engine. “I don’t want our weekend to end.”
I don’t want any of this to end.
But I don’t say it out loud because that’s not the agreement.
“We can go back next weekend,” I remind her and take her hand in mine. I kiss her knuckles. “We can go back any time you want.”
“Okay. Next weekend works. If we weren’t working at the pub, we could just hole up there and finish the project.”
I nod, thinking it over. “If Keegan would get his head out of his ass and hire a damn full-time cook, we could do that.”
“It’s okay,” she says quickly. “I’m not complaining. I enjoy the pub.”
“You didn’t come to Washington to slave away in a hot kitchen,” I reply. “But I’m grateful you don’t mind going because I like having you there.”
“And I like being there, so it works out.” She smiles and then opens the car door. “Let’s get this stuff inside. Then maybe I’ll take a run on the beach. I can’t go far because I don’t have great running shoes, but the sneakers I took to the cabin will work fine.”
“I can take care of this,” I say, waving her off. “Go for your run.”
“I don’t mind helping.”
We’re standing at the rear of the car, and I pull her to me, wrapping my arm around the small of her back as I kiss her long and slow.
“Go for your run, Lexi.”
She licks her lips. “Okay. Thanks. I won’t be long.”
“Be careful,” I yell after her, then start unloading our things from the car. It doesn’t