Love Proof (Laws of Attraction) - By Elizabeth Ruston Page 0,35

down what was left of his fifty after buying a hat and gloves and condoms.

Ellen scowled and shook her head. “Typical.”

“Typical what?” Sarah couldn’t resist asking.

“Horny students after Moot Court. Happens every year.”

“I’m surprised you don’t get more people signing up, then,” Joe said. “You ought to mention that at orientation.”

Fourteen

They drove back to Sarah’s hotel to retrieve the rest of her luggage. She wouldn’t be staying in a room with Ellen again, no matter what. Even if she and Joe ended up sharing his bed platonically.

Although at the moment that seemed very unlikely.

Joe came with her up to her room, and as soon as they were behind the closed door, the two of them rushed at each other, mouths and hands exploring, jackets falling, pants unzipped, skirt hiked up, underwear yanked away.

“Oh, my God,” Sarah laughed on a rush of breath. Then she helped him unbutton her blouse because he was taking too long.

“Are you sure about this?” Joe asked. “Because if you’re not, you’d better back away right now.”

But instead Sarah pushed her pelvis into his and wrapped a leg around his hip.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute—” Joe’s hand shook as he tried to rip open the package.

Sarah felt remarkably calm. She laughed again as she popped the condom free and helped smooth it over Joe’s erection.

Then he was inside her, and Sarah felt a sensation she’d never felt in her life, at least not when a man was touching her: purity. Mixed with elation. She kissed him hard while the two of them rode each other, her back against the wall, Joe supporting both of her legs now so she was free to thrust against him as he thrust into her.

“Would you please stop laughing,” Joe said at one point, burying his head against her shoulder.

“I can’t help it.” Her smile was too big, and there was no other way to release what she was feeling than to mix laughter in with her moans.

But she was wrong about that: there was another way. She just hadn’t known it before.

As the orgasm ripped through her, Sarah gasped and pulsed against Joe. Then, as surprising as the laughter, came a wash of tears streaming down her face, wetting her mouth as she kissed Joe with even more hunger than before.

“Sarah,” he said, his body tightening, his mouth pinning hers as he erupted right after. Then he held her where she was, the two of them still connected, until finally he gently lowered her to the floor.

Sarah looked up into Joe’s face. He swiped his thumb below one of her eyes.

“Oh, my God,” she said, chuckling soft and low, as amazed as she’d ever been in her life.

She looked down at her clothes, the wrinkled skirt, the beige cotton bra. He hadn’t even taken it off—there wasn’t time.

Joe stood looking equally disheveled, dress shirt hanging over his thighs, his pants and underwear pooled at his feet.

“Let me take care of this,” he said, stepping out of his pants and moving into the bathroom to flush the condom. Then he was back, hands smoothing over Sarah’s shoulders, mouth kissing hers.

“Now this doesn’t seem right,” Joe said, finally taking the time to release the clasp on her bra. He cupped both breasts in his hands, then leaned forward to run his tongue over each one in turn.

Sarah pulled at his hair. “No, you can’t,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “Let’s wait. Let’s go to your hotel.”

“There’s a bed right here,” Joe said.

“But I don’t want to have to get up again—not until tonight.” Ellen would be coming back at some point, she knew, and Sarah had no desire to put on a show—or to have to stop.

Joe eased back into his underwear, kissed a breast, pulled up his pants, licked the other breast, tucked in his shirt, dipped his finger in Sarah’s slickness.

“Ugh, come on,” she said, backing away. “What time is it?”

He checked his watch. “A little after three.”

“We have to be there at six,” Sarah reminded him. “Come on—we can be in your bed in fifteen minutes.”

“Too long,” he murmured, pulling her to him again.

Sarah agreed, but one of them had to keep their heads. She pulled her blouse closed again and buttoned it, but threw her bra and the wad of underwear into her bag. There was no point in making it harder to get undressed as soon as she could. She added the few other items of clothing from her side of the room, made