The Immortal Who Loved Me(Argeneau, book 21)(35) by Lynsay Sands
Sherry rolled her eyes. “I did say it was casual. We go out to movies or dinner and stuff. I’m not stupid enough to sleep with him when he’s sleeping with half the women in Toronto.”
“Oh.” Basil settled on the couch next to her and set his own coffee on his end table. He then glanced to her with a confounded expression and asked, “But why even date him?”
Sherry sighed. “Because it’s easy. He has no expectations. He doesn’t want commitment. Doesn’t get angry when I work late, or when I cancel at the last minute because something has cropped up at the shop. He just calls one of his other friends.” She pursed her lips and then admitted, “I suppose we aren’t even really dating so much as going out on dates once in a while.”
“But why even do that?” he asked, truly appearing bewildered. “Courtship is undertaken in the hopes of finding a mate, and yet you don’t appear to consider him mateworthy.”
“Maybe, but I don’t really have time for a mate right now,” Sherry said with a shrug. “I need the store up and running and doing well before I can take the time out for a husband and family.”
He blinked. “But the store is doing well. You said it started turning a profit almost right away,” he pointed out.
“Yes,” she agreed with a smile. “I’m rather proud of that.”
“Basil,” she interrupted pleasantly. “Are you ever going to kiss me again?”
Sherry grimaced. The man looked rather bewildered by her question. She couldn’t tell if that was because he genuinely didn’t understand what she’d meant when she said, “Are you ever going to kiss me again”—which seemed rather unlikely. It was a pretty straightforward question, after all—or whether he was just befuddled that she had been brazen enough to ask it. She suspected it was the latter. She supposed she’d somehow shocked his old-world sensibilities.
Self-conscious under his unblinking stare, she shifted uncomfortably and began to babble. “I mean we’re alone here, something that probably won’t happen often. And we do have to find out if we experience that shared pleasure business you mentioned. For one thing, I’m really quite curious about that myself. I mean I can’t even begin to conceive of what that might be like. But we also need to find out if we experience it so that we know for sure that I truly am a possible life mate. Because I’m not at all sure—”
Much to Sherry’s relief, Basil ended her little babbleathon by kissing her . . . and it was as amazing as the last two times he kissed her. She liked to think she was a good kisser, but the man was a master at the art. There was no hesitation, he was just suddenly beside her on the couch, his hand at the back of her head, pulling her forward as his mouth descended to cover hers.
She sighed her relief into his mouth, and then opened to him when his tongue slid forward to demand entrance. Passion immediately roared up through her like a freight train, and she gave up analyzing his kissing skills. It was impossible to think when your body suddenly felt like liquid fire. Sherry felt as if she was bubbling and melting wherever he touched her, and his hands were everywhere. The hand at her head dropped down to her back, pressing her closer even as his other hand found and covered one breast, cupping and squeezing the soft globe before gently pinching her nipple through the cloth of her blouse and bra.
Sherry groaned and clutched at his shoulders, her body arching to thrust itself into the caress. She then groaned again when he released her to work on the buttons of her shirt. She tried to help him, but her hands were suddenly clumsy stumps. It didn’t matter, though, the man was skilled in more than kissing. He had the buttons undone and the front clasp of her bra unsnapped so fast it was enough to leave her gasping with shock. It was a sound she repeated when both his hands suddenly closed over her breasts.
Moaning into his mouth, Sherry arched and twisted into his caresses by turn as his fingers played over her. Then she groaned with disappointment when he broke their kiss, only to gasp, “Oh, God,” when his mouth replaced one hand and he drew the nipple between his warm wet lips and began to suckle.
“Basil,” she gasped, clutching at his head to urge him on. Sherry felt his displaced hand briefly clasp her knee. When it then began to slide up her leg under her skirt, she instinctively let her legs spread a little for him, shocked to find them trembling like a virgin’s as his hand continued its journey.
Basil lifted his head to kiss her again as his fingers brushed against the silk cloth of her panties. It was just a feather light touch the first time, but became firmer the second time, and Sherry groaned, her legs clasping around his hand and squeezing eagerly. Basil nipped her lip in response and withdrew his hand to urge her legs apart again. He then hooked a leg over her knee, keeping the one leg still and preventing the other from closing as well. Once that was done, he deepened their kiss again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he found her silk panties again. He brushed over the cloth once, then quickly tugged the material to the side and began to caress her without the cloth in the way.
Sherry cried out into his mouth and then began to suck on his tongue, her body writhing where he had her pinned to the couch as her need grew in mounting waves that were becoming almost unbearable. She needed release, she needed him inside her, thrusting and—
Tearing her mouth from his, she cried, “Basil please!” and reached for his pants. Her hands were not clumsy stumps anymore. Suddenly they were working again and she quickly had his dress pants undone. She would have reached in and found him then, but Basil immediately broke off what he was doing, stood up even as he caught her legs to turn her sideways on the couch, and then came down on top of her. His kisses then turned almost violent, his tongue thrusting out to spread her lips even as he reached down between them, freed himself, and then shifted his hips and thrust his erection into her.
Sherry cried out, her hips bucking to welcome him, her body clasping his hardness, reluctant to release him as he withdrew a bit before plunging back in. Some part of her mind was aware that it was all happening extraordinarily quickly, that foreplay had pretty much been neglected altogether, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, needed him to do exactly what he was doing. Foreplay could wait for the next time, she thought, and then cried out in shocked pleasure as an orgasm exploded through her with darkness hard on its heels.
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