Page 16 of Perfect Strangers

‘Can I help?’ she murmured. After feeling frustrated at work, paranoid about the girl at the bar, suddenly Ruth felt sexy, in control. David turned and she kissed him, slowly at first, teasing him, barely touching his lips, until the kiss grew deeper, more fervent. Groaning, David twisted the key and they stumbled through the door into the darkness of the small foyer, kissing, laughing, needing to touch, taste the other. Her hands held his face and he moved his mouth to suck the tips of her fingers, sending urgent shots of lust round her body.

‘Get this dress off me,’ she purred, feeling the heat between her thighs.

‘You need to get pissed off about work more often,’ smiled David as he unzipped it, slipping the fabric from her shoulders, stroking her bare skin with his palms.

Unhooking her bra, she crawled on to the bed, feeling his hands behind her, peeling down her panties and slipping them off over her long, slim legs. She lay back, watching him undress, and stretched her arms above her head, closing her eyes in lazy, lustful anticipation of what was to come.

Kneeling on the mattress, he parted her thighs, then dipped like a cat to take a long, slow lick between her thin strips of pubic hair. She gasped as his tongue entered her and seared across her swollen nub.

He worked his way up her torso, slowly sucking and kissing each nipple in turn, then eased himself on top of her, his scrub of chest hair brushing against her breasts, as his hard cock pushed into her wetness.

‘Yes,’ she gasped, arching her back as his lips brushed her neck. She circled her hips, her hands pressing against his back, feeling his skin bead with sweat under her palms. They moved in perfect motion until slowly, teasingly, he pulled out of her, stroking her clitoris with the tip of his cock as he moved position. He gave a deep, animal thrust back into her and she moaned in desire. She felt so exquisitely full of him, a hot, rippling arrow of lust ripped through her core. And when she came, the orgasm shook her like she had touched a live cable.

Finally David cried out and collapsed on top of her, his muscles shaking. For a moment they lay there in silence, then they both smiled, slowing their breathing.

‘You’re a wildcat sometimes, Boden, you know that?’

‘I try,’ she smiled.

She felt her breath regulate, feeling much more calm, the stresses of the day all but gone. David rolled over to face her, propping his head up with the pillow, and looked at her earnestly.

‘Why don’t you move in here?’ he said, his voice unusually hesitant.

She was determined to remain cool, despite the surprise of his offer.

‘Because you’ve never asked,’ she replied calmly.

His lips curled into a half-smile.

‘I’m asking now. It makes sense.’

She laughed. ‘You mean sex and home-cooked dinners all on tap within a one-mile radius of work. You’re such a caveman.’

He laughed.

‘You’d never make a home-cooked meal.’

‘You’re right there.’

There was a long pause.

‘So what’s your answer?’

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bsp; ‘I don’t know,’ she said finally.

He looked hurt.

‘You don’t . . . know?’ he asked.

Ruth pulled a face. Wasn’t this exactly what she’d wanted from him earlier in the evening?

‘I can’t give you an answer because I don’t know what’s happening in my life right now,’ she said. ‘If I lose my job, there’s a good chance I’ll be leaving London.’

‘That might not be such a bad thing.’

It was her turn to look wounded, but he put out a hand to stroke her cheek.