She opened her eyes again and saw Eric get to his feet.
He gave her a soft smile. “Welcome back, beautiful.”
She opened her eyes for the third time, saw him tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He rolled the condom over the length of his cock, then stretched himself over her, settling his hips between her thighs.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
Oh, God, did she ever. “Yes.”
He reached down to guide himself, entering her with a single, perfect thrust. Oh, but it felt good, her body ultra-sensitive from having come twice already, his cock stretching her, filling her, arousing her again.
Again?
But she’dnever…
“You aresowet.” His eyes drifted shut, an expression of torment on his face as he began to move inside her.
Oh, God, it was sweet, the slippery friction making her ache.
He moved slowly at first, letting the rhythm build until he was driving into her hard and fast, his cock stroking some secret place inside her, each thrust sweeter than the last. She moaned, tightening her legs around his waist, her hands reaching down to clench the shifting muscles of his lower back.
Faster, harder.
She pressed her heels into the clenching muscles of his ass, her hunger building to a third peak so quickly that all she could do was cry out. “I can’t …!”
She buried her face into the strong curve of his shoulder, moaned out her pleasure against his skin, climax washing through her once more. But he was right behind her, shuddering in her arms as he came.
* * *
Eric tossedthe condom and washed up in the bathroom, unable to keep the stupid smile off his face. He felt happy, almost giddy, and more than a little off balance. He didn’t know what it was about Victoria that got to him; he was just glad it did.
He walked back to the bed and found her in a sex coma beneath the blankets, her dark hair a damp, tangled mass. He crawled under the covers beside her and drew her into his arms, contentment warm behind his breastbone.
She lifted her head, looked accusingly up at him. “You’re looking smug.”
He couldn’t help it, a grin taking over his face again. “I’m really sorry it’s so hard for you to come.”
Chapter 13
Soft lips brushedVic’s forehead. “Hey, city girl, it’s time to wake up.”
She didn’t want to wake up. She was so blissfully relaxed, so warm, so comfortable right where she was, Eric’s arms around her, her face pressed against his chest. She snuggled deeper into him and let herself drift.
He chuckled. “I guess Caribou Joe will never learn how to make better pizza.”
Vic sat bolt upright. “Oh, my God. I forgot.”
“It’s okay. You’ve still got ten minutes to get there.”
She gaped at Eric, horrified. “Ten minutes?”
The clock on the nightstand said 8:50.
“Damn.” She scrambled out of bed, dashed naked into the bathroom, and stared in horror at her reflection. She’d fallen asleep with wet hair and looked like she’d survived a tornado. Or maybe she was a reincarnation of Medusa with snakes on her head.
Eric leaned against the door jamb, gloriously naked, the sight of his body like a jolt of caffeine with a side of estrogen. “Brush your hair, wash your face, get dressed, and let’s go. You’re in Scarlet. No one cares if your hair isn’t perfect.”
Why, oh, why had she agreed to make pizza for Joe when she could be spending the morning in bed with Eric?