Sultry Escapes. Leslie Kelly

be honest, so he told her the truth.

      She quivered delicately and he saw a warm flush suffuse her cheeks. “Mind reader.”

      “Really?”

      “Yes. I’m all for being responsible, but the truth is, I’m on the pill and I thought about throwing those condoms into the fireplace last night.”

      “It was probably best for us to talk about it first. I’d never put you at risk—you know that, right? I’m as healthy as a horse.”

      “After last night, didn’t I prove I trust you?”

      Oh, she definitely had, lowering her guard and surrendering herself to him in every way a woman could. Of course, he’d done the same. It was the most intimate he had ever been with anyone, which made the idea of him only having her for another week all the more untenable.

      No strings. No emotions. That was the deal. And really, it was for the best.

      Somehow, though, it was getting harder to remember that.

      “And for what it’s worth, I haven’t been around the block a whole lot myself. In fact, before last night, it had been over a year since I was with anyone.”

      “Have men in Los Angeles gone blind, deaf and lost their sense of smell, taste and touch since I was away?”

      She giggled, the sound cute and unusual for her. “Well, I don’t usually go around asking guys to sniff me, and when I tell them to bite me, it’s not a genuine invitation.”

      He couldn’t resist sliding down and nibbling her neck.

      “So you’re saying?” he asked as he moved lower to kiss her chest, delighting in those perky, pouty nipples that cried out for attention.

      She groaned and wrapped her legs around him. “I’m saying I want you inside me. Right now. Unless that’s a problem for you.”

      It wasn’t.

      He immediately moved between her parted thighs and tested her readiness with his fully engorged cock. She was wet and warm, soft and yielding. So ready.

      “Absolutely not a problem,” he muttered as he buried himself to the hilt.

      The sensation was blissful, all sweet heat and moisture, and he closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure. Then they began to rock together, bathed in the morning light, connected in every way possible.

      And not for the first time, he began to wonder how on earth he was ever going to let her go.