Playing Hard by Scott Melanie

Author:Scott, Melanie [Scott, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2016-02-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

She nestled against him, breathing in the smell of sex and fresh salt-sweat and Oliver. A tantalizing combination. Even now, boneless and sated, it made her want more.

“I think I just found my incentive to do all my hand therapy,” he said, half laughing. “Because I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”

“Trust me, I feel pretty damned good.” She felt the aftershocks of him in her body, satisfaction singing through her. There was maybe a little hunger still building there beneath the immediate post-orgasm glow, but she had no doubt they’d take care of that.

“Trust me, I’ll make you feel even better with two hands.”

“Promises, promises,” she said. The shiver that ran through her may have made her teasing tone less believable.

“Satisfaction one hundred percent guaranteed.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said. Her fingers traced circles on his chest, started to drift lower.

Oliver made a low noise. “Hold that thought just a few more minutes.” His arm tightened around her as he shifted on the bed.

She stopped her circling. “Do you feel all right? That didn’t hurt your ankle or anything?”

“I’m fine. Just need a few minutes for recovery.”

He had just had surgery a week ago. He was doing pretty damned well as far as she was concerned, and she was prepared to wait for her next fix.

“Okay then,” she said. “So. Awkward post-sex small talk?”

“Why awkward?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be?’

He laughed again, the sound vibrating through his chest. Then kissed the top of her head. “I don’t feel awkward. Do you?”

She shook her head. “Weirdly, no.”

“What’s weird about it?”

“Well, we’re kind of doing this backward,” she said. “We haven’t actually spent that much time together. We’ve probably spent more time playing Words with Friends than we have face-to-face.”

“You want to do the getting-to-know-you thing? Now? Isn’t that a little late?”

“Did you have something else planned?” she said. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?’

“Not a chance,” he said. “All right. Getting to know you it is. So, Ms. Graham what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Chocolate chip cookie dough,” she said promptly. “You?”

“Actually, lemon gelato.”

“Gelato isn’t the same thing.”

“Okay. Then pistachio.”

“Green, huh? I’ve never been convinced ice cream should be green.”

“I’m quite fond of green,” he said. “After all, it looks good on redheads.” He laughed. “Now I kind of want to smear some on you.”

She was definitely in favor of that plan. But not right this second. “Technically I’m a strawberry blonde,” she said. “Indecisive hair.”

“Gorgeous, not indecisive,” he corrected. “Okay. Next question. Favorite movie.”

“Bull Durham,” she said without thinking.

His sudden shout of laughter almost deafened her. “Why, Amelia, don’t tell me you’re a secret baseball groupie.”

“It’s the Kevin Costner factor. And that speech he makes.”

“The one about long slow wet kisses?”

“Yeah.” She went silent for a moment, thinking of Oliver’s kisses.

“I don’t mind that one myself. But I’m not accepting your Costner explanation.”

“You are entitled to your own delusions,” she said.

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