“You certainly have a way with words, David, but thank you.”
“For what?”
“For enjoying me as much as I enjoyed you that night. I was terrified that a man would not be able to-” She swallowed, unable to say the rest.
“Oh, I can assure you that this man was definitely able to.”
Tears formed in her eyes and she dashed them away. “When you made love to me that first time, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.”
He brushed the tears away with gentle fingertips and said softly, “Just the first time? I must be losing my touch.”
She laughed and sniffed back the tears. “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve definitely been there a number of times. You can take me to the stars anytime you like, David. I’m a willing passenger.”
He caught her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily then he breathed huskily, “Star Flight Seven taking off on Runway Two.”
Chapter Ten
“So, how’s Barbados?” Phyllis’ voice crackled over the line.
“Rainy. Hot. I already have a nasty burn from swimming only half an hour. The place is overrated.”
“Okay. You love it. You don’t want me to be madly jealous.”
Sam grinned. “It’s sheer heaven. I hate to think that tomorrow we have to fly back home. David has to be in Los Angeles on Monday for a pay-per-view and I have to make arrangements to sublet my apartment for the next few months.”
“Why bother? It’s only gonna be a few months It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
Sam could have bitten her tongue. “I see no reason to let it sit unoccupied. If I can lease it out for five months that will be better than it sitting empty.”
“Honey, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Phyllis was almost psychic when it came to things bothering her. Sam winced.
“No. But I’m not really sure that a live-in relationship that began barely two weeks after meeting a man will be able to last. I just don’t want to keep all my eggs in the same basket. Not rely too much on Murphy’s Law not kicking in.”
“You sound like you worked pretty hard on that line, Sam.” Phyl sounded unconvinced. “But I won’t push. You’ll drop the bomb on me when you feel it’s time. You enjoy the rest of your vacation and I’ll see you in a week.”
Sam hung up slowly. She lay back on the satin comforter that covered the bed they had shared for the past twenty nights and she closed her eyes. David was in the weight room, not wanting to lose his tone during the weeks he was away from the ring. He was used to hard daily workouts and each of his houses had a huge workout area. He usually returned to their room a little after nine a.m. and he always wanted to shower with her.
To be truthful, she was the cleanest woman in Barbados, taking up to three showers a day and always with a man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. But she enjoyed every moment of his constant attention, thrilling to his body as he taught her every possible way to make love.
She was damn thankful she had phoned her doctor and gotten a prescription for birth control pills, because she far preferred having him inside her body au naturelle. The feel of his naked cock filling her was the most exciting thing she’d ever known. And she loved having his very beautiful, very thick, very delicious cock uncloaked by latex. She had grown used to being thoroughly, wonderfully satisfied in that department. She closed her eyes. Having sex at the drop of a hat-or a bra, or satin panties-had become a habit over the past three weeks. The man was completely insatiable. And she was so damn glad.
But in a couple more days, there would be times when he was working and she couldn’t be with him. No more impromptu sex in the hallway, the living room, the bathroom. No more making up for a lifetime of total celibacy. She realized that. The “honeymoon” was about to come to a screeching halt. And she was going to miss it. Desperately.
He was due in LA in just two days. And she would be in Cleveland. She wouldn’t see him until Friday.
He had warned her that by Friday, he would be a raving sex maniac and he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t haul her into the men’s room in the airport and have his way with her. She smiled weakly at that thought. Just a month ago, she would have thought herself to be a regular prude, except in her novels. But she was living the life of a flagrant sybarite. And she adored it.
She shook herself out of her vivid, sexy daydreams and landed firmly on earth again. Cleveland. Yes. Business. Right.
She was going to see to the sublease of her apartment and then she would move into his apartment in Chicago. The FPW was headquartered there and he was there more than anywhere else.
“Damn, Snowball… I wish you were here!” she frowned. This was the first time she’d gone off and left him for any length of time, and she was longing for his soft fur.
David shook his head and grinned at her from the doorway to the bedroom. “You still missing that cat of yours?”
Sam jerked around and shrugged, her face pink. “Well, sure. He’s a great listener. And sometimes he even has great ideas. I think he’s a little jealous that I spend more time with you than I spend petting him now.”
“Is that why he just stares at me?” He smiled as he sauntered into the room, shrugging out of a bright aqua Hawaiian shirt.
“Yep. It’s feline intimidation. If you blink or look away, he wins. If you don’t, he gets pissed off and pees on your T-shirts.”
He snorted softly. “I’ll have to remember to look away. I thought my shirt smelled weird when you left him with your friend.” He dropped his rumpled outer shirt onto the bed.
She grinned at him. “He’ll get to like you more. Try scratching his belly. He’s a sucker for having his belly and back scratched.”
“Me too. You wanna scratch mine?” He moved slowly closer, peeling his sweat-damp white T-shirt over his head to toss it into the open suitcase.
“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.” His smile was wicked as he bent to kiss her slowly. Oh, the man knew how to kiss.
After a couple of minutes, she drew away and turned him forcibly away from her and before he could say a word, she was running her nails slowly over his back and he was hissing with intense pleasure. “Oh yeah. Lower and over to the right. Oh man. That’s the spot.”
“You need a shower.” She sniffed. Most men smelled terrible after a workout. David smelled as sexy as hell. Hot. Spicy. Musky.
“I know but I like getting my back scratched too.”
“Your back looks like you just had sex with a wildcat.” She grinned at the stripes her nails were leaving on his skin.
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“You’re easy to please.”
“Am I?”
“Umm-hmm.”
“And what would please you right now?”
“Well, you go get that shower and I’ll let you know.”
“I have to be fresh and clean for you to enjoy it?” he asked.
“I’m afraid so. It’s our last night here and I sort of wanted it to be special.”
“Every night with you is special.”
“That was incredibly sweet of you to say.”
David turned to face her, dragging her gently into his arms and bending to kiss her slowly. When he lifted his head and smiled down at her, he whispered huskily, “Do I have to shower alone?”
“When was the last time you showered alone, David?” Her eyes were glowing with amusement.
“You can’t shower with all those clothes on.” His hands slid under the edge of her peasant blouse and she bit her lip as he dragged it up over her head and tossed it onto the bed.
“Have I ever showered with all my clothes on?”
“I can help you get undressed. Wanna help me with my sweats?”
She smiled and reached to tug the tie at his damp waist. Her fingertips slowly slipped down the front of his sweatpants to tease the growing ridge that never failed to entice her.