Page 17 of Edging Desire

I’m pleased to see she hasn’t moved from the toasty spot by the fire. I lay back down next to her. My hand reaches for her thigh, and I move her leg to the side. She jumps when I lay the warm, wet washcloth against her.

She squirms against my hand. “What are you doing?”

A cocky grin spreads across my face. “What do you think?” I gently run the washcloth against her sensitive skin, cleaning the evidence of my lovemaking.

She touches my wrist. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of it.”

“No. I want to take care of it for you,” I say simply. My gaze wanders from her thoroughly kissed lips down to her toes and back up to her thighs. Just looking at the area between her thighs and remembering how violently I spilled into her makes my dick twitch.

I’ve never had sex without a condom. Maybe that’s why this was so intense, so mind-blowing. Maybe that’s why I want to have her again. And again.

I toss the washcloth onto the coffee table and then cover us with the thick blanket I brought from the bathroom closet. Winny is lying beside me, but I decide that’s not close enough. I pull her half on top of me, and she throws one of her legs over my legs and hugs her body to my chest.

I feel so content, so good.

Her nice, firm ass is conveniently located just where my hand can reach. She doesn’t seem to mind a bit when I begin to caress and massage that fine ass. In fact, she snuggles closer.

“Brad?”

“Yeah, Winny?”

“That was nice. Really nice.”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Brad?”

“Yeah, Winny?”

“If you wanted to do that again, I’d be okay with it.”

A chuckle escapes my throat, but it sounds strained to my ears. “I kind of gathered that since your hand is currently on my cock. If you don’t stop rubbing me like that, I’m going to forget that I promised myself I’d give you some time to rest.”

“Hmm. Who said I needed time to rest?”

“I did. Now, can you please behave and stop licking and sucking my chest like that?”

“Actually, I think you’re right. I’m no longer interested in licking your chest.” I feel her lips curve up into a smile against my skin. Instead of lifting off of me like I expected, she trails her tongue over and down. “I have somewhere much more interesting that I’d like to lick.”

When her mouth slowly closes in over me, I lose all ability to think coherently. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

Chapter 7

Winny

The morning light filtering in through the living room window blinds awakens me. I’m wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth, and I don’t want to move. However, the unfamiliar ache in my muscles is making me want to stretch my arms. I could do that if they weren’t locked into a tight vice of strong, muscular arms.

My eyes shoot open. Oh my God. Brad. The things we did last night come rushing back into my sleep-fuzzed brain.

“Hey, beautiful. It’s about time you woke up,” he says with a too-sexy smile. He rubs his nose along mine and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Not that I didn’t enjoy watching you sleep.”

“How long have you been awake?” My voice is groggy, and I probably look like death. Yet, he looks and sounds as delicious as ever.

“A while. Don’t worry. I didn’t mind waiting for you.”

“Would you like some breakfast? I have some eggs and sausage, I think.”

The warm weight of his palm settles on my breast as he runs his thumb in a circular motion around my nipple. “There’s something I’d like to eat for sure, but food wouldn’t be involved.”