The Sunstone Brooch : Time Travel Romance by Katherine Logan (i am reading a book TXT) 📕

mind that she was able to put everything else aside in favor of a decent meal, especially a Remy-grilled steak.

His lips twitched in a slight smile. “Should I call Remy back and tell him we’re a no-show?”

She shook her head. “Do you mind if we eat first? I’d hate to faint on you. I probably will anyway, but I’d hate to faint from hunger instead of ecstasy.”

His grin widened. “I might be offended if you faint from hunger instead of what I plan to do to you. But sex would be better if our stomachs didn’t growl.”

“Why are we so hungry? The food on the plane was haute cuisine.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks. “Because it was height cuisine, not haute cuisine.”

“A joke, huh?” She nipped his earlobe. “You’re a snob. For us mere mortals who fly economy, anything not wrapped in a plastic container is haute cuisine.”

“You’re right. Since I was seventeen, I’ve been a spoiled traveler, but airplane food isn’t a home-cooked meal, and it leaves me wanting something more substantial. And you”—he planted a quick kiss on her lips—“lost weight during your trek across the Badlands, and you can’t afford to lose another pound, or I’ll be able to palm you like I do a basketball.”

“That doesn’t sound very romantic.”

He held his hand out flat. “I don’t know. Holding your ass in my hand sounds erotic.”

He kissed her again, and the hot, unfettered sensations stunned her into place, turning her breath into a soft gasp and her nipples into aching peaks, and she rocked back and forth on his erection. He stripped off her T-shirt, unhooked her bra, and his thumbs swiped her pebbled nipples.

She dropped her head back. “Oh, dear Lord!”

Something surreal was happening, something beyond her understanding, and she didn’t want him to stop. Ever. He nuzzled between her breasts, then turned his attention to one stiff nipple, drawing it into his mouth until the tip tightened even more against his gentle suction.

And her sex ached for contact.

He moved to her other breast, repeating the action, and she arched forward, hungry to be against him. She threaded her fingers into his hair, clutching with the motion of his lips, mouth, and tongue. And he teased her until heat awakened within her, a delectable feeling both intoxicating and addictive.

He reached his hand into the waistband of her running tights, and his thumb homed in on her clit, already begging for his attention. A slow pulse started deep within her, and she knew he would drive her straight toward an explosion.

He growled electrifying words as he lifted and turned her so the pad of his thumb could torture her clit while his fingers speared her to a frantic edge. She arched against him, and her muscles clenched, spasmed, and she cried out as she unraveled.

She squeezed her eyes shut, gasping, and she heard him in her mind saying, “I love you.” And when she opened them again, raw male hunger gazed back at her, almost making her climax a second time.

He stilled his hand while he kissed her shoulder and neck. “Watching you come turned me the hell on.”

“I’m…glad,” she managed to say.

He removed his hand, and then he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he spooned with her. “Do you want more? As responsive as you are, I’m sure I can pull a few more orgasms out of you before dinner.” He slipped his hand back into her tights and massaged her hip.

“But it’s your turn.”

“I’ll wait until I have more time to explore you and taste you and make you come until you can’t move.”

His warm breath rippled across her skin, tickling her, exciting her, driving her where she wanted to go. His large hand encompassed her entire hip, and his fingers dug into the tight muscles, kneading the knots over and over. She didn’t want him to stop.

“Oh, my God! That feels so good.”

“Now I know how to turn you into liquid fire. You’re so wet right now you could easily take all of me.”

“Yeah, I was kinda wondering about that.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll take our time.”

“You should know I’m not on any birth control right now.”

“That’s okay. I always use a condom.” He continued massaging her hip while he rained a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulder.

“Always?”

“Always, and that should answer the question about my sexual health.”

“My two prior sexual partners always used them as well.”

“Two?” He nibbled on her neck. “I’ve never been with such a promiscuous woman before.”

She turned around to face him. “And it’s been almost a year since I’ve had sex.”

He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. “I heard a year’s abstinence turns a woman into a virgin again. Man, how’d I get so lucky?” He squeezed her ass and pressed her against his erection.

She rocked seductively against him while a hot blush hit her cheeks at how wanton she’d become. And she loved it. “You sure you want to wait?”

“Well, we’ve used twenty-four of our forty-five minutes. You decide. Sex? Or steak and beer and family.”

“How do you know how long it’s been? I haven’t seen you once look at the time.”

“NBA games are played in four twelve-minute quarters, so when I was a kid, I always practiced hard in twelve-minute increments and developed a pretty good internal clock. But I’ve been rather distracted. So I might be wrong.”

“Okay, that’s weird.”

“Remy will call at exactly the forty-six-minute mark. And if I don’t answer, he’ll call back again and again until I do. Now that I’m back in the fold, I can’t ignore calls and messages, especially from Elliott.”

“But it won’t be from Elliott. He’s spent the last four days with you.”

“Doesn’t matter. There’s too much going on right now to ignore a call, even if I think it’s Remy telling us to get our asses down to the pavilion.”

She rolled off him. “Then let’s not give Remy a reason to call.” She crossed