“Please, Falon,” she begged as his tongue danced along the skin he was slowly revealing.
“Now, now Sarah—” he pulled back and blew cool air across the skin he just dampened with his kisses “—there is pleasure in the anticipation.”
She ran a leg up the back of his thigh and hitched it behind his firm backside, pulling him closer to where she needed him. “There is also pleasure in instant gratification.”
He growled and took her mouth with his again. Tongue working in a controlled movement designed to heighten her awareness of the act it imitated while his hips pulsed against her in an uncontrollable motion as instinctive as breathing.
Arching into the pressure of his arousal, her bare chest came into contact with the soft fabric that still covered his.
“So impatient.” He laughed into her shoulder. “Suppose you have suffered enough?”
Sarah couldn’t answer because somewhere in the time it took to ask his question, Falon’s hand found its way under the elastic of her bottoms and right to the center of her need. The pressure of his fingers sent her flying over the edge. Her nerves exploded under her skin like so many fireworks.
He brought her down slowly. Talented fingers keeping her as a slow burn as she began to feel her body once more.
“Why … are you … still wearing … so many clothes?” she asked when she could pull enough oxygen into her lungs. Her eyes were still closed in an attempt to savor as much of the fading sensations as she could so when Falon’s laughter bounced around the room and off of every deliciously sensitive nerve ending she nearly jumped off the table.
“You’re really going to give me a run for my money,” he said before stripping her of her remaining clothes before pulling off his own.
Still startled by the sudden uninhibited sound, Sarah missed the crinkle of the little foil packet. When she felt him hot and ready at her entrance, the passion Falon had kept smoldering roared to life. She cried out as he powerfully filled her. Never wanting the feel of him stretching her inner walls to end, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly.
***
An hour and another bout of lovemaking later, Sarah found herself sprawled half across Falon’s fabulous body. He had somehow found the strength to carry her upstairs after bring them both to a shuddering release on the kitchen table. Once there he had brought her to heel again with his slow seduction of her body, completely drowning out that inner voice warning her to beware.
When her breath evened out and her body began to cool, her nagging inner voice could no longer be silenced.
“Falon?”
“Mmm?” The rumble of his response reverberated through her and she closed her eyes against the impulse to forget her question and climb the rest of the way onto his body and take them both to that peak again.
“Not that I’m complaining with the current chain of events, but what really brought you here?” She forced the question out and the hand that had been drawing lazy circles on her exposed hip stilled. She held her breath hoping he would tell her something instead of taking off.
She kept her eyes on the fading light visible through the window and waited him out. When he let out a gusty sigh, she relaxed a little.
“I received a call from my grandfather this afternoon.”
“And that sent you running to my house for … coffee?”
“Something like that.” He resumed the play on her naked hip. “We don’t exactly see eye-to-eye.”
She didn’t say anything in hopes he would provide more details. When he stayed silent, she fought the urge to fidget.
“What do you mean?” She couldn’t hold her curiosity back if she tried.
“Let’s just say that we have conflicting views of the past.”
“You’re going to have to give me something more than that.” She jabbed an ineffectual finger into his solid chest. “I did let you have a little more than coffee this afternoon.”
While she hated to draw attention to her easy capitulation to his demands, she would use whatever ammunition she could to get him to talk.
“When I was sixteen my parents were killed in a car accident.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Yes, well it seems we have more in common than the desire to be naked in the other’s company.”
Sarah fought the urge to pinch the skin beneath her palm. She was afraid to do anything that might distract him from his story.
“That’s always nice to know …” She let the statement trail off.
“But what does our respective nudity and orphan status have to do with my grandfather? CliffsNotes version … a relative couldn’t be located to take me in at the time of the accident. So I was placed in a foster home. Then another, and another until I graduated high school and left for Northwestern.”
But how? She wanted to ask but was too caught up in fitting this new information into what she knew of him to utter a word. How could a man abandon his grandson to the foster system of Chicago? There had to be something she was missing. If the man was a friend of her grandfather’s, he couldn’t be that callous.
“Anyway, he found me junior year. Apologized profusely. The past is the past. If only the old man would realize it.”
She had a feeling the past was alive and well for them both, even if Falon was unwilling to admit it.
Chapter Ten
Sitting behind her desk hours later, she could still feel her skin tingling in the wake of his attention. Sarah knew she was grinning like an idiot but couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from lifting if she tried. After Falon told her about his past, she figured he would make some excuse and leave. She hadn’t been planning on him rolling her on her back and showing her how to enjoy the present.
She felt a little uneasy about how he would react in the light of day. She had woken alone this morning and wasn’t sure if that was for the best or not. Last night she felt a connection grow between them, but what did he want from her now? She had a feeling that connections were strictly in the no-no column for Falon Wolfe.
These thoughts were what kept her butt in her chair instead of marching next door and dragging him by his expensive silk tie into the ladies’ room for an afternoon quickie. She would leave the next step up to him. He probably would shut down again if she tried to take the lead again anyway.
“Hey.” She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Marcy’s voice.
“Jeez!” she said, holding a hand over her racing heart and glared at her friend. “What the hell?”
Marcy placed her hands on her hips. “What’s with you? It’s not like I snuck up on you.”
“Right. Sorry. I guess I was just caught up in …”
“In thoughts of tall, dark, and brooding next door?”
She felt her face heat, a sure sign the other woman would pick up on. There was no use in denying anything.
“He … may have stopped by last night.”
“What?” Marcy let the door close behind her before taking a seat across from Sarah. “Did he stay the night?”
“I’m not sure.” And that was what was bothering her the most. She wasn’t sure if he had waited until she had fallen asleep to sneak out of her bed. Or if he had waited until early morning to return to his hotel in order to keep up appearances. With Falon, she didn’t know where she stood.