Page 143 of Sit, Stay, Love
Very slowly, she reached out and touched him, her fingers drifting tentatively up and down his shaft as he shuddered.
She stumbled to her feet, stepping back to admire him. All of him. Every impressive part of him. ‘Herriot. You’re so beautiful.’ She caught his gaze, and his dark eyes flickered.
‘Fuck, I love you,’ he growled. ‘I love you so much.’
‘Same,’ she said, and gasped as he rushed forward and gathered her to his nakedness.
‘Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?’ he whispered, his mouth hot against her ear. ‘Since that Christmas. Do you remember?’
‘You kissed me.’
‘I kissed you.’ He reached around and deftly unhooked her bra. ‘I kissed you, and I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since.’ He pushed the straps off her shoulders one by one. ‘Everywhere.’ His head dropped to her breast, his tongue flicking over her already hard nipple.
She sighed out a long, breathy moan. ‘It’s okay,’ she said. ‘You’re kissing me now.’
With a nod, he slid down her body and took her leggings and panties off in one swift move. Then he dragged his lips up her thighs, slipped a finger between her legs, and found her wetness.
‘Oh shit, Ser,’ he groaned. ‘You’re so wet. Is that really for me?’
‘For you.’
‘I think we should probably fuck now. Shouldn’t we? We should. Right?’
‘Mm-hm. Yep. Definitely.’ Her voice trembled.
He stood and kissed her hungrily, took her hand and led her to his bed.
‘Wait,’ she said. ‘Do we need a condom?’
He frowned, his chest heaving. ‘Huh?’
‘Condom?’
‘Right. Yeah.’ He opened his bedside drawer, puffing as he rummaged. ‘Shit.’ He pushed the drawer closed and muttered, ‘Bathroom.’
She nodded and watched him stalk out the door, his butt cheeks flexing with every step.Oh, he’d win an arse-off, all right.He’d win all the arse-offs.
She pulled back the covers, still breathy as she dropped onto the mattress and lay on her side with her elbow propping up her head and what she hoped was a come-hither look in her eyes.
When he returned to the room, his hands were in his hair and his face was desperate. ‘I don’t have any.’
‘Oh.’ Her smile dropped.
He scrambled for his clothes.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
‘I’m going to the servo to get some. I’ll be back in… I don’t know… ten minutes?’
She nodded. Then said, ‘Wait. Before you go. When did we both last have sex?’
‘You mean with—?’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, with other people. I was…’ She thought. ‘Well, Stephen. He was before I met you, so… god. About two and a half years ago.’ She cringed.
‘For me it would have been… about eighteen months ago.’
‘Oh.’
