‘Watch.’
‘You are such a bad man. That’s a nice surprise.’
Her obvious enjoyment gave him purpose. Pinning her against him, he removed the scarf around her neck with his free hand. Then pulled her sweater over her head, cupping her breast with one hand, holding her against him with the other. Laurie wriggled a bit, but made no effort to get free. The movement was just a little sweet friction, and looking over her shoulder into the mirror he could see that she liked that as much as he did.
‘That feels nice.’ She smiled at him in the mirror. ‘Not nice enough...’
Ross unhooked her bra, letting it slip over her shoulders. ‘Better?’
‘Much...’ She only just got the word out before his fingers reached her breast and she groaned.
He kissed her neck, his fingers exploring the way she wanted to be aroused. Keeping her gaze locked in his in the mirror, watching carefully for every emotion.
Ross told her everything, whispering in her ear. There would be no mistake about how much he wanted her, and no mistake about how beautiful she was. Flaming hair and a body that was so strong and yet so soft. When she reached behind her, her fingers searching for the zip of his jeans, he gasped. Seeing his own face and hers, their gazes locked together in binding passion, and feeling what she was doing to him was taking him way beyond anything he’d thought that sex might be able to offer them both.
Suddenly she turned in his arms, stretching up to kiss him. ‘You don’t get this all your own way, Ross. However much I might like it.’
Laurie backed him towards the bed, and he sat down suddenly when he felt the backs of his legs touch the mattress. He reached for her, but she batted his hands away, slipping her trainers off along with her leggings. Ross followed suit, sliding out of his chinos and shoes. Waiting...
She got up onto the bed, crouchi
ng over him, her eyes flickering with the fire that he loved so very much. Laurie was in control now, and the feeling of where that might take him was all-consuming and more delicious than he could ever have imagined.
* * *
This was...insanely wonderful. Crazily passionate and yet full of the trust they’d built up over the last few weeks. He was watching her every move, shifting back on the bed when she flipped her finger towards the pillows. When she moved his searching hands away from her body, he resisted just enough to allow her to push against him, but not enough to make any difference.
There was so much to admire about his body. When she did so with her tongue, running it across his chest and teasing his nipples, he groaned. This was payback time for all the delicious things he’d done to her. The way he’d held her in front of the mirror and made her watch, which made it all even more delicious because she could see the gentle mischief in his eyes.
‘You’re killing me, Laurie.’ He choked out the words as her fingers gently worked their way downwards. Slowly, because she liked the response it prompted in him so much.
‘You want me to stop?’ She allowed her hand to brush lightly against his erection.
‘No. I just want you to...’ He groaned, his head snapping back as she went back again, this time with a more substantial caress.
‘That?’
‘Yeah. That.’
This was so much fun. Laurie had always reckoned that there were guys who were great friends and other guys who were great in bed. Ross was both, and they were just the same now as they always were. Pushing each other, challenging each other for control. Working it out, because he had the same sense of humour as she did, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
‘Are you ready for me?’ She grinned down at him.
‘Are you quite mad? What do you think?’
‘I think...not quite.’ She bent down, kissing the overwhelming evidence that he was ready, hearing the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs.
‘Uh... Yeah, you’re right. Now I’m definitely ready.’ He caught her hand as she slid away from him. ‘Where are you going now?’
‘Condoms. In my pocket.’ Her leggings were...somewhere. Breaking away from him to find them was such a waste of those moments when she couldn’t touch him. But she knew that it was important to Ross that the one in a thousand chance became no chance at all. He had to be free of those worries.
He reached out, flipping open the drawer of the cabinet beside the bed. ‘There are some in there.’
Finding them was the ultimate pleasure, because Ross’s hands on her body made her fight to keep from forgetting about the contents of the drawer. Tearing the packet open was an exercise in trying to focus while he caressed her breasts.
‘Stop that, Ross. You know how many people rip holes in condoms in just this situation?’ She gritted her teeth, trying to think about the article she’d read about that recently, and failing miserably.
‘I couldn’t give you an exact figure right now.’