Free Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series by Toria Lyons Page A

the door shut. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them off, stripping off his T-shirt in milliseconds. He hauled her top up and, as she struggled to release her arms, pushed up her skirt, then, murmuring appreciatively at her lack of underwear, sat her on the counter. As soon as he felt how ready she was, he plunged inside and they both sighed in relief as her legs wrapped around his hips.
    ‘This is all I’ve been able to think about for the last 48 hours,’ Tom rasped. ‘Being inside you again, feeling you all around me, clutching me.’ Sarah involuntarily squeezed him tighter and he bellowed out before his hips began hammering against hers, making her slide all over the counter. ‘This won’t do.’
    He unwrapped her legs and withdrew. Sarah whined at the loss of contact, her dazed eyes meeting his. He kissed her ravenously and, as she responded in kind, he pulled back further. ‘Later.’
    Tom turned her, lifted her hips and plunged into her from behind. Sarah held on to the counter with white knuckles, panting as he ravaged her. Her feet were off the ground, his hands pinning her hips to his, one pressing ruthlessly on her mound. Her back arched into a bow and she wailed as indescribable pleasure filled her body and she felt him harden and climax, buried deep inside her.
    On trembling legs, Tom carried her over to the sofa, then collapsed with her on top of him, her back still to his chest. ‘Give me 20 minutes and we’ll have to go again. One time won’t do.’ He nuzzled her sensitised collar bone and began gently squeezing her breasts and tormenting her nipples.
    ‘OK.’ Sarah could barely get the word out. Already she could feel her body heating up again; he was right, one time wouldn’t be enough that night. Her skirt was still twisted around her waist, digging in. She fumbled and managed to undo the tie, sliding the fabric out from between them, sighing in delight to be skin to skin again with no clothing in between them.
    Scarce minutes appeared to have passed by the time he took her again. On their sides, her leg pulled over his body so he could access every part of her, he moved slowly inside her. His hips circled, his manhood stroking pleasure points inside her she didn’t know existed. She pressed her needy breasts into his hands as she slowly fractured into a million pieces.
    Tom got up from the sofa while she lay in a pleasant stupor. She heard the shower going, Tom walking past, ruffling her hair and the front door opening and closing.
    ‘Get up, lazybones, and go shower. Your clothes are in there already.’ She lifted her head to see him re-dressed in his shirt and jeans and grinning at her. ‘Scoot.’
    Sarah dragged herself off the sofa and tottered towards the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she wandered back into the living area to find the main lights dimmed, classical music playing in the background. Her dining table was covered in a sparkling white cloth, laden with china, glasses, and candles. Tom appeared from the kitchen. ‘If we don’t go out, the restaurant comes here.’
    ‘Where was all this?’
    ‘Out in the car. I’ve just collected it and warmed it.’ He pulled out a chair and Sarah bemusedly seated herself. He placed a white linen napkin on her lap, poured her a glass of white wine, and set a small plate in front of her with a flourish.
    ‘Salmon. The main course will be seafood linguine, the dessert a nice, creamy tiramisu. Enjoy.’
    He slid into his chair opposite her, lighting the candles with a small taper. The flickering glow softened his harsh, battle-worn features, shadowed his eyes.
    They ate together in silence, mirroring each other’s actions. The food was lush, rich and tasty, the wine deliciously fresh. Sarah murmured her appreciation. ‘This is far more than I expected. I was thinking you’d be bringing a takeaway pizza. How did you know I liked fish so much?’
    ‘I had a look in your kitchen. Plus I fancied something special, something a bit