Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street 4)

“He doesn’t overwork me. I do it because I want to. And I don’t think I need an excuse. I’ll just call and cancel. Say something came up,” she said, entranced by the warmth in Kam’s eyes. She felt herself sinking. Flying. She didn’t know which. She could so easily lose herself to this. To him. Did he realize that? He’d sounded so certain about telling her to stay after what she’d revealed to him, but that didn’t mean he was feeling the same way as she was.

She immediately forced her thoughts away from figuring out precisely what she was feeling. It was too complicated, and too difficult, especially in the presence of Kam. He overwhelmed her senses and completely eradicated rational thought.

“You don’t think you need to make up an excuse for canceling on work? Let me guess,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck, sliding his lips over her pulse. She sighed. He knew exactly where to kiss to get that reaction. “You’ve never called in and said you weren’t coming in for personal, selfish reasons before.”

He scraped his teeth against a patch of skin just behind her ear. A puff of air flew past her lips. “I’ve never had to before.”

“No. You never wanted to,” he corrected her, his voice muffled against her skin. His hand lowered, caressing a breast and feathering her belly. “But you want to for this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, turning her head and seeking him out with her mouth. “Very much.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled softly, capturing her lips with his. He cupped her sex. She moaned against his mouth. He shifted, placing his mouth next to her ear.

“I’m saving this little pussy for tomorrow,” he rumbled. “It’s going to be all mine on the first day that Lin Soong ever plays hooky.”

She laughed, shivering at the impact of his low, rough voice in her ear. “You don’t have to wait, Kam. I’m fine.”

“No,” he said firmly, almost as if he was saying it to himself more than her. “I know how hard I rode you last night, again and again and again.” She felt his cock leap against her as he repeated the word, and knew he was remembering their frantic, wild lovemaking last night just like she was. He swept her nightgown over her hips and down her legs. He reached behind him and the room was plunged into blackness.

Lin sighed in comfort and pleasure when he pulled her against him, spooning her, and she was surrounded by a wall of lean, hard muscle that resonated heat. She felt his cock throbbing against the lower curve of her ass. Despite being aroused by the sensation, a wave of lassitude overcame her. She was warm and content and satiated from phenomenal sex.

She was in Kam’s arms.

“Lin?” Kam asked, his voice sounding thick with sleep.

She blinked open heavy eyelids.

“Yes?”

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. The pill,” she murmured into the darkness.

Again, she felt his cock swell.

“If I swore to you that I typically religiously practice safe sex, and that I’m clean, could I—”

“Yes,” she emphatically.

“You trust me that much?” he asked, sounding a little stunned.

“Well you are a doctor, after all,” she said drolly. She laughed when she heard the indignant sound he made. “It’s not just because of that. I don’t believe you’d lie to me about something like that,” she added softly, meaning it. “I can securely assure you, too. I had a doctor’s appointment two months ago, and there hasn’t been anyone since then.”

He cupped her sex in that possessive manner of his.

“You just made me a very happy man,” he said. She started to turn in his arms to make love, but he stopped her by kissing her shoulder. “Tomorrow,” he said succinctly near her ear.

Her racing heart and Kam’s throbbing erection made it extremely difficult for her to slide into sleep.

•   •   •

She swam in a cocoon of heavy, warm pleasure. A mouth pulled gently on her nipple, and she felt the sweet tug all the way to her core.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she muttered, her words slurred with sleep. She blinked open her heavy eyelids. The faded light of early morning glowed around the curtains. She lay on her back. Kam’s shadow loomed over her. His body separated her thighs.

“Guess what?” he asked, his deep, accented voice causing her skin to roughen.

“What?” she whispered.

“It’s tomorrow.”

She snorted softly. “You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”

“All blessed night. You have a lot of nerve, sleeping like a baby.”

“You didn’t?” she murmured in amazement, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

He pushed back her thighs. She gasped when he pushed a thick finger into her slit. “Not much. You think I could sleep when I’ve been craving to be naked inside you since I first saw you?” He removed his finger and she felt the moisture he brought with him against her thigh. He grunted in satisfaction. “You must have been having sweet dreams at least. You’re nice and slick. Tight and soft. This is going to feel so good.”

Excitement rippled through her at the sound of his illicit words in the near darkness. He shifted, bracing himself on one forearm, his other hand between his thighs. The head of his cock felt warm and hard, probing her slit, insisting upon entrance. She whimpered. “That’s right,” he said thickly. “Open your thighs nice and wide. Let me in.”