Page 125 of Love in the City
“There are a lot of intimate scenes, involving—well, basically involving us.”
I blush, glancing away from him. I guess he has a point there, and it never occurred to me he might be uncomfortable about that.
He takes my chin, turning my face back to him. “I love it, Alex, all of it. But I was just thinking… we don’t want to mislead people.”
“How?”
“We haven’t done evenhalfthe things in there. You have a very vivid imagination.” His mouth tilts into a sly smile and the dimple appears in his cheek. My face burns, but I don’t look away this time, because there’s a playful spark in his eyes that’s making my heart beat harder, making heat shoot out along my limbs.
“I just think we have an obligation,” he continues, sliding his hands up to the meeting of my thighs.
“An obligation?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing steady as he lowers his thumb to trace a lazy circle between my legs. Pleasure zings through me, and he grins when he sees it on my face.
“Yes. An obligation to act out every single one of your dirty little fantasies. I think it would be irresponsible not to.”
I huff out a breath, arching forward against his hand, noticing that he’s ready for me again too. And, oh God—the thought of actuallydoingevery single thing I’ve imagined myself doing with Michael? Fuck, I can’t even see straight at the thought.
I lower my mouth down to his and nibble on his bottom lip, delirious with desire. “We definitely have an obligation.”
He chuckles, extending an arm to feel about for a condom on the nightstand. I watch as he rolls it on, feeling the need building between my legs.
“There’s probably going to be a sequel too.”
His eyes meet mine, dark and hazy, and a naughty grin is dancing on his mouth as he pushes into me again. I close my eyes and submit to the shiver of ecstasy it sends through my body.
“There’d better be a whole fucking series,” he says roughly against my ear, letting his teeth nip at my earlobe.
I let out a giggle, but it’s swallowed by his mouth, and both of us reach the edge a few minutes later.
Afterward, as I lower myself onto the mattress beside him, a laugh bubbles up in my chest. “You know, there are quite a few scenes in my book that we haven’t…”
“I know.” He winks at me.
“You really want to do themall? It’s going to make for a busy week.”
He laughs, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “There’s no rush, beautiful.” He buries his face in my hair, and I smile, knowing exactly what his next words are going to be, and knowing I have everything I could ever want. “We have the rest of our lives.”
