The Immortal Who Loved Me(Argeneau, book 21)(36) by Lynsay Sands
Knocking at the door woke Sherry sometime later and she peered around with confusion at the room she was in. Windows, blinds, a television . . . Oh yes, the sunroom, she recalled, and remembered what had happened here at the same moment as she became aware of the man slumped on top of her. Basil. Good Lord, they’d—
Another knock interrupted her realization of what had gone on, and she quickly grabbed the afghan off the back of the couch and pulled it over them both as the door began to open.
“Oh, sorry folks,” Teddy said, turning his head away as he realized what he’d walked in on. “Just checking to make sure you two were still here and okay. For a bit we thought you’d left. This was the last place I thought to look. But I’ll let you be.” He started to pull the door closed again, but paused with it still cracked open. Eyes still averted, he added, “Katricia and Drina are making supper if you want any. Don’t worry if you don’t. We’ve all been where you are, so we’ll understand. But we’ll put some away in the fridge for you to grab later when you surface.”
“Thank you, Teddy,” Basil murmured, and Sherry glanced down to see that he was awake now and had tugged the afghan off of his head to look around. It left her chest bare, and his sleepy eyes were lighting up and turning bright silver as they roved over her naked flesh.
“You’re welcome,” Teddy said, drawing her gaze back to his averted face. “And if I don’t see you before bedtime, good night.”
He pulled the door closed then, and Sherry glanced back to Basil. “He doesn’t think we’ll want to eat?”
“As he said, he’s been where we are. He knows the hunger between life mates will hold more sway,” Basil murmured, tugging the afghan off of them both and letting it slide to the floor.
“Is this life mate hunger?” Sherry asked uncertainly.
Basil stiffened, his eyes shooting to meet hers with surprise. “You still are not sure? Even after what just happened?”
“Well, it was pretty amazing,” she admitted. “But I still didn’t experience anything that could be described as shared pleasure. At least, I don’t think I did. I mean, it’s never been this intense before, but . . .” She let her words trail off when Basil dropped his forehead to rest on her shoulder, and then asked, “What?”
“This is my fault,” he acknowledged, raising his head. “I was just so—it has been so long and—I pretty much attacked you and—”
“You didn’t attack me,” she interrupted with a smile. “Heck, I asked you to kiss me, and I was the one who—”
“No, I meant that I did not give you the chance to do much. I was all over you and did not give you the chance to do more than hold on for the ride.”
Determination filling his expression, he shifted to a sitting position, forcing her to do the same. Once they were seated side by side, he kissed her again, and Sherry moaned as desire immediately reignited within her. Honest to God it rose up fully formed, as if they hadn’t already sated it once but had merely stirred it to life and then taken a short break.
Sherry’s whole body was humming just from the kiss. She hardly noticed when Basil caught her hand and drew it toward him . . . until he wrapped it around his already hard erection and squeezed her fingers gently, urging her on. Rather than respond to the silent request, she froze with shock. Something had zinged through her when Basil wrapped her hand around himself. Some sort of . . . She squeezed him gently, and then eased her hand his length and gasped into his mouth when it happened again. Excitement shooting through her like—
“That is shared pleasure,” Basil growled, breaking their kiss. “What you are experiencing is what I feel when you touch me. I also feel your pleasure in the same way when I touch you. And the reason it is all so intense is because your pleasure and mine bounce back and forth between us, all the while amplifying and building to an unbearable level so that we lose consciousness.”
“I fainted,” Sherry realized with amazement as she continued to touch him. She had been so startled at Teddy’s waking them, she hadn’t recalled or considered what it meant that she lost consciousness while in the throes of orgasm. She also hadn’t realized he’d lost consciousness too. She’d thought him just sleeping.
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth, then caught her by the waist and lifted and shifted her to straddle his lap with a muttered, “I am sorry. I cannot take that anymore.”
Since she was experiencing his pleasure along with him, Sherry understood completely and didn’t protest. She simply released her hold on him and grabbed for his shoulders. She already knew it was going to be a hell of a ride.
It was fully dark when Basil woke up. He glanced at the streetlamps and the headlights of passing vehicles, and then shifted his glance to where Sherry lay slumped with her head on his shoulder and wondered what time it was . . . and how soon Victor and Elvi would return. He didn’t want Sherry to be embarrassed by their getting caught like this.
“Sweetling,” he murmured, brushing the hair back from her face so he could see her eyes. “Sherry?”
Murmuring sleepily, she tightened her arms around his shoulders and turned her face into his neck, releasing a little sigh as her pelvis shifted against his. That small action was enough to wake the beast in Basil and cause his cock to begin to swell between them. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to maintain control of himself. Dear God, he’d forgotten how all-consuming and damned inconvenient life mate passion could be, he acknowledged, grinding his teeth together. After a moment where they both remained still, it eased again and he let his breath out.
Now all he had to do was get them up, out of this room and into hers, or even his, without waking the beast again. A much harder prospect than one would think since all he really wanted to do was roll her onto the lambskin rug on the floor and thrust into her over and over until they passed out again.
“And thinking that way is not very helpful at all,” Basil muttered to himself with disgust. Damn, life mate sex was bloody addictive.
“What?” Sherry murmured sleepily, lifting her head and sitting up in his lap.
“Oh, God, no,” he gasped with alarm, clasping her hips to hold her still. “Do not move.”
Sherry froze at once, confusion and alarm her first reaction, but those were quickly overridden by hunger as his response to her body moving against his hit her, his pleasure transmitting itself to her body.
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