“Are you sure?”

Was he? With other women, he would be happy if they left his bed without his having to make any excuses, but for some unknown reason he wanted Holly to stay. Because he wanted to wake up with her.

And that was something rather unusual for him.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Paul captured her lips and kissed her. And just as soon as his cock was up for it again, he would make love to her again. Only this time, he’d be looking into her eyes when they both climaxed.

6

Paul felt a ray of sun on his face and blinked his eyes open. The curtains were only half drawn and let in the morning sun. He was trying to turn away from it when he became aware of the warm female body partially draped over him.

With a smile he let his gaze wander over her. One of Holly’s legs lay across his thighs while her arm rested on his stomach. Her head lay on a pillow she had put over his bicep and despite the fact that his arm was somewhat numb from the weight on it, he didn’t have the heart to pull his arm from underneath her and possibly wake her.

She looked too peaceful to disturb. And something else: She looked well loved. Half the night he’d done just that—made love to her until his body had given out.

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d never felt this satisfied after a night with a woman. Certainly, he’d had more than his fair share of sexual encounters and erotic adventures, but never a night like the previous one. Never had a woman given herself so freely to him and responded to each and every one of his whims with such abandon. Holly was a wild one, but he’d been just as untamed. Maybe her words were true after all: like attracted like.

In any case, he was glad she’d stayed the night, because he didn’t want to let her go yet. He needed more.

Paul ran his hand over her thigh, caressing her warm skin and sliding his palms to her backside. Holly stirred, but didn’t wake. Clearly, he’d exhausted her last night. Maybe he should make it up to her.

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He slipped his hand down her crack and dove between her thighs. When his fingers stroked against her sex, he realized that she was still damp. The thought that she might be dreaming of their lovemaking excited him and he rubbed along her female folds more firmly. A trickle of moisture dripped onto his fingers, and he spread it.

Holly’s breathing changed, and her leg shifted to give him better access. He didn’t need to be told twice and slid his finger up to her clit, caressing the responsive bundle of flesh.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Good morning, baby,” he greeted her, and drove his middle finger into her wet channel.

“Paul.” She drew the word out on a long sigh.

“Like that, hmm?” He gently pumped into her, then pulled his finger from her and concentrated his attention on her clit.

Her hand on his stomach tightened its grip, her fingernails digging into his abs. But she didn’t seem to notice it, and he wasn’t going to tell her and distract her. Because by now he could interpret the signs of her body well enough to know she was close to another orgasm. In fact, the more often he’d made her come, the faster and more violently she’d climaxed.

“Baby, you’re so slick. I love touching you.”

And strangely enough, he didn’t even want anything in return. Seeing Holly in ecstasy was reward enough.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, while she rubbed her pussy against his hand for more friction.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He doubled his efforts and pinched her clit, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. When a loud moan came from Holly, he did it again. A moment later, she shuddered in his arms.

A broad smile spread over his face as he pulled her onto his body and hugged her close.

“Do you wake up all your women like this?” she asked sleepily.

“Only you.”

“Liar,” she replied.

“It’s the truth.” Not that he didn’t like to engage in morning sex, but in most cases the women had already left by that time. Few stayed the night, because he didn’t want them to stay. “Did you sleep well?”

She lifted her head and smiled at him. “The little time I did, yes.”

Paul chuckled. “Would you have preferred that I let you sleep more instead of engaging in . . . other activities?”

Holly shook her blond locks, tickling his chest with it. “You know the answer to that. You wouldn’t by chance be fishing for compliments, would you?”

“I don’t need to. Seeing you climax is compliment enough.”

For a moment she looked at him without saying anything. Then her lips parted. “Thank you. I had a wonderful night.” She lifted herself off him.




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