She could feel the brush of his arousal along her inner thigh. Her whole body ached to have him inside her, but Wade didn’t appear to be in the same hurry she was. “Wade, please,” she said, her hands tugging impatiently on his upper arms.
He pulled away for just a moment, quickly sheathing himself in latex and moving back between her thighs. This time he covered her completely, and she was glad. She’d quickly become accustomed to his warmth, and losing it, even for a few moments, had left her shivering. Now that he was back where he belonged, Tori tilted her head to look him in the eyes. Wade dipped down to kiss her again. As his tongue slowly penetrated her, so did the rest of him. He surged forward. Inch by inch he filled her. Tori held her breath and eased her legs open farther to accept all of him.
When at last he was buried deep inside her, Wade stilled. His lips parted from hers so he could suck in a ragged breath. “Victoria,” he murmured against her lips, “you feel so incredible.”
His words were nearly as sexy as the almost pained expression on his face as he said them. Tori drew her stocking-clad legs up and wrapped them around his waist. That movement alone was enough to draw a hiss from his lips. She placed a hand on each side of his face. Feeling the rough stubble in her palms, she drew him down for another soft, brief kiss. “Love me,” she said.
A flash of challenge lit in his eyes. Pulling back, he thrust into her again without breaking their visual connection. This time it was Tori who cried out. Before she could recover, he moved again and again. The desire that had been building inside her for the past few hours was now a constant throb of pleasure. The ache of it increased with their every movement.
Everything else faded away but that feeling. There was no land to be bought. No lost job. No animosity between them. Not even the burn of the rug on their elbows or the bite of the stair across her back registered. There was only their frenzied drive to fulfill the need.
Tori clung to him, panting and whispering words of encouragement in his ear. “Yes,” she repeated, the pressure building inside reaching the critical point. “Yes, Wade, yes!” Tori cried out as the wave of her climax crashed over her. Her body trembled against his as he quickened his pace and found his own release. The roar was almost deafening as he poured everything he had into her, then collapsed.
Tori held him to her, the sweat of their bare skin mingling together, until their rapid breaths finally slowed. It was only then, when the passionate fog had lifted, that she could find the strength to speak again.
“Let’s go find a real bed,” she said.
* * *
Wade woke up to the delicious smell of coffee and bacon. He smiled, shifted and rolled over, expecting to see the other side of the bed empty. Instead he found himself looking at Tori’s bare back.
Molly.
Wade flopped back against his pillows in disgust. The movement was enough to wake Tori. She tugged the sheets modestly over her breasts and sat up, a touch disoriented. When she turned to look at Wade, he was struck by how beautiful she looked, tousled. Her red hair was wild, her lips swollen from a night of kisses. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly and completely loved the night before.
And he’d be inclined to pick up where they left off if he didn’t think his mother was downstairs.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she said with a yawn and a long, feline stretch that accentuated the bare curve of her back. Then her delicate nose wrinkled and her brow furrowed. “Are you cooking something?” she asked.
“No.”
“But I—” Tori brought her hand up to her mouth. “Molly isn’t downstairs, is she? My panties are…” She lifted the sheet, then quickly brought it back down. “Oh, no. They’re still on the stairs.”
Wade sat up and shook his head. “Don’t worry about all that. I’m not a teenager anymore. And if I know my mother, she’s probably pleased as punch to find our clothes strewn across the living room. She knew I was taking you out to dinner last night.”
“Are you sure she won’t be upset?”
“Extremely. The woman hung mistletoe. She knows exactly what she’s doing.”
“And what’s that?”
Wade swallowed hard and swung his legs out over the edge of the bed. “Working on grandchildren.”
He pulled on a pair of his pajama pants from his luggage, turning his back to Tori to hide the laugh her wide, panicked eyes brought on.
“I, uh, I—I mean…”