Page 31 of One Night Stand After Another
She missed his heat, until he returned, pulling her into a comfortable spooning position, even though he made her shiver with damp, cold hands.
“Sorry, should have dried them better.”
“Points to you for hygiene,” she mumbled.
He chuckled. “Make sure you take that into consideration when you grade my efforts in the morning.”
Chapter Ten
An alarm jangled. Zane rolled away from Clara and silenced it. Eight o’clock…time to get on the road. With morning wood? A cold shower would take care of it, but then he’d spend the morning mentally inside her, just like yesterday.
Hecouldget himself off in the bathroom.
Or he could reset the alarm for fifteen minutes and give it his best shot. He rolled on a condom and snuggled back up behind Clara.
Gently, he cupped her breast and rolled her sleep-soft nipple between his finger and thumb. It tightened, making him wish he could suck it. Maybe in a minute. He pinched her nipple in quick, gentle pulses, murmuring encouragement as her hips shifted against his in a seeking motion. He adjusted his cock into the notch between her thighs and moved to the other breast, cupping, caressing, pinching.
She moaned. “Coffee.”
He chuckled. “Can I make you come first?”
“If you must,” she sighed. She moved her hips in a luscious roll that made his cock slip against her core. He moved his hand between her thighs and found her wet and welcoming.
“I was dreaming of you anyway. Might as well take advantage of the fact I’m halfway there.”
She tossed the covers up high enough to get a leg free, reached between her thighs and arched her back. She eased him inside her, bucking her hips until he was fully seated.
So fucking perfect.
He wiggled one arm under and around her so he could keep playing with her nipples, and sought her clit with the other hand. He let her set the pace with that amazing hip roll and hoped he could get her off before his cock—and his brain—exploded.
He buried his face in her curls, nuzzling until his lips found her neck. He tasted her skin, pressing gentle kisses everywhere he could reach. Warm, so warm, everywhere. He held on, surrounding her and surrounded by her, feeling her pleasure quicken, their breath in tandem, their hearts pressed together.
Warm waves of fire coasted up and down his spine, washed out to his fingers and toes, and returned to his center to begin the trip again. Bliss crested and then fell, not quite drowning him, but almost. The next wave would obliterate him.
She arched her back and bucked her hips, working herself on his cock and against his fingers. He gritted his teeth and held on, trying to be exactly what she needed. He clamped his eyes shut because the sight of her was too much. Stars burst in the darkness behind his lids, every part of him on fire for her.
She made a long, low, sound of sleepy pleasure and broke around him, tugging him over the edge with her just as his alarm went off again. He ignored it, clamping his arms around her, opening his mouth on her neck, and emptying himself inside her with a low shout.
His heart thundered in his ears, and his breath came fast in his throat, but it couldn’t quite drown out the blaring alarm.
She giggled. “Now coffee?”
He pressed a smacking kiss on the back of her neck and tried to reach his alarm without letting go of her, ending up dragging both of them halfway across the bed and knocking the still-shrieking phone to the floor. He fished it out from under the bed and silenced it.
“I’ll make you a cup to go. We need to hit the road if we want to make our date with the alpacas.”
“The what?”
He was particularly proud of his plan for the day, even if it had required setting an early alarm. After discovering an alpaca farm in Brunswick, Ohio, that made their own hand-spun yarn and making sure his favorite chocolate bar in Chicago was still open, it had been easy to decide their route today.
He hugged her. “One more night?”
“As if I’m going to say no with the intriguing prospect of an alpaca farm in my future.”
“Awesome.” He cupped her jaw and tipped her head back for a kiss. “How fast can you get ready? We need to hit Chicago by seven.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s in Chicago?”
