She pulled him to her and pushed down on his shoulders until he was on his knees, pulling off her clothing. “Ooooh, that’s the place,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.
He pushed her onto the bed, and she opened her legs. For the next few minutes he concentrated on making her happy, and the noises she was making confirmed her feelings.
She came with a series of cries and little convulsions, then she pulled Stone on top of her. “I want everything tonight,” she said.
Stone slipped inside her. “The works,” he said, kissing her ear as he moved slowly in and out.
“The works!” she cried and moved with him.
For the better part of an hour they explored each other with fingers and tongues. They changed positions and laughed at the intensity of their pleasure. Then they took turns coming and collapsed in each other’s arms.
“It occurs to me,” Stone panted, “that my heart must be in pretty good shape, because if it weren’t, I’d be dead right now. That’s the best stress test in the world.”
Holly rested her head on his shoulder and threw a leg over his. “Okay, the Arab assassins can shoot me now.”
“I hope not.”
“If they showed up right now, I wouldn’t be able to hold a gun. I can’t make a fist.”
“Then we’re both helpless.”
“We could rely on Daisy.”
“We’d have to.”
Stone suddenly thought of something. “I just had a troubling thought.”
“Not now, please.”
“If they don’t know we’re here, who ransacked your house a few days ago?”
“Don’t make me think about it now.” Her voice trailed off. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Oh, no. You have to answer that question. You’re not sleeping until I’m sleeping, and I can’t sleep thinking about that.”
“What was the question again?”
“Who broke into your house?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Didn’t your police force investigate?”
“Yes, but they didn’t leave any prints.”
“Who do you think it was?”
“Are you saying it was Arab assassins?”
“It would certainly seem to be Trini-connected, wouldn’t it?”
“Trini’s a Florida boy. If he wanted my house broken into, he wouldn’t need Arab assassins, he’d just make a call to some of his homeboys.”
“Well, I’m relieved that it wasn’t Arab assassins.”
“I’m so glad.”
“Is the burglar alarm on?”