Undercover Lover

ADULT EXCERPT

Sam took the golden opportunity to stroke her fingers with his tongue when she brushed at the sticky stuff in his mustache. Damn, but she tasted sweet. She drew her tongue across her upper lip to taunt him. Her lips pursed in a kissing motion, and her eyes focused on his mouth when he smoothed his tongue down to the sensitive spot between her fingers. Her gaze, gleaming with playful sensuality, slowly rose to his and held. He rolled his tongue around her finger mimicking her sucking his cock.


"Ohh…" Her teeth nipped at her lower lip, eyes wide with devilment.

He brushed his fingers over her soft cheek and felt the amazing connection, even more powerful than what had been between them during the night hours.

Then, the clatter of dishes interrupted his thoughts.

She blinked as if coming out of a trance. Turning beet red and looking guiltily around, she scolded him, "There are people here." But she looked as aroused as he felt. "Behave."

"You know, that's one of the things I like about you," he said in a voice more hoarse than he would have liked. Sliding closer and draping his arm over the back of her chair, he added, "You're proper when we're in public, but you like to play dirty in private."

"Unh hunh." She smiled wickedly and winked.

He nuzzled her neck, biting her earlobe delicately. He wondered how she'd take it if he told her he'd watched her boldly and very improperly masturbate.

Many eyes followed them when they left the café. Even in a town of lovers, they'd just provided titillating entertainment for the crowd, and he couldn't care less. Conscious that his problems were far away in another state and that he was glued to the side of this beautiful, sensual woman, he felt liberated and extremely lucky. If only he didn't feel quite so guilty for not telling her everything. Like about Petey's coma and brain damage.

"You know, this is the first time we've been in the daylight together." She smiled. "You're pretty cute."

He tightened his arm around her waist and returned her smile. "And you're beautiful." God, she was stunning. Daytime or nighttime, she glowed. Candlelight or sunlight, she took his breath away. That heated, fuzzy feeling flowed through him again. Again? It hadn't stopped since he'd laid eyes on her last night.

Haltingly, because they kept stalling in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss, they wandered the narrow, historic streets, past St. Louis Cathedral, and along Royal Street to the antique shops.

"Oh, Sam, can we go in?"

"For a price, m'dear." He grinned and twirled the end of his mustache.

"And that would be?" She moved into his body, nudging their bellies together, flirting outrageously right back.

He tightened his fingers around her waist, prodding his aroused cock against her stomach. "Twenty minutes of full frontal nudity."

"Okay," she answered immediately, nipping at the side of his neck. "Only twenty?"

Her heated breath bathed his skin. "Mmmm. Not so fast, darlin'. I wasn't finished." Huskily, he barely managed to eke the words out. "Twenty minutes with you lying on top of me."

"I don't see any problems with that." She wasn't daunted by his negotiating technique as she brushed her thumb over his lower lip. "You're making it too easy for me, baby."

Grinning, she turned and fled into a shop, leaving him outside listening to the tinkle of the little bell over the door.

I should've asked for more.

He entered the shop chuckling. No doubt about it, he'd have more.

She oohed and aahed over every piece of old jewelry in the display case. Although busy trying to hide his erection, he noted the pieces that especially fascinated her. She repeatedly sidled back to a necklace that the salesman, sensing her interest, had placed on the counter. Sam casually leaned over her shoulder, which had a two-part bonus. He could hide his boner, which hadn't subsided, from the salesman and, at the same time, press it against her luscious ass.

"You have the prettiest ass, honey. I'm just dying to see that thong again," he whispered into her ear. "What are those stones?" he asked aloud.

She subtly pushed back at him with said beautiful ass, smiled devilishly, and said, "Amber. Isn't it lovely?"

He grasped her waist, hooked his chin on her shoulder, and said, "Let me buy it for you."

"Oh, my God, no. You can't do that. It's too expensive."

"I want to." The scent of her perfume, bal-a something, drove him nuts. He gave a quick nipping kiss to the side of her neck. This way he would be with her always. She'd have a remembrance of him when this was over. Because, as good as this was, he was afraid it couldn't last.

Shit, don't think that far ahead. Just think about the now.

After handing over his credit card, he insisted on placing the piece around her neck, his fingers circling her collarbone and grazing over the soft spot in the middle. Turning her to face him, he stared at her delicious beauty, and traced the little gold rings that attached the smooth amber nuggets together.

"Sam, thank you. It's like a fairy necklace."

Their gazes met. Their hands collided over the chain, his bigger one caressed hers from fingertips to wrist.

God, give me just a little more time with her.