Plus One

Part 9 - Contemplating Homicide

"You did what?" I sat bolt upright, not caring that the sheet fell to my waist, leaving my top half exposed to Tom's eager gaze.

"I invited Robert and Susan to dinner."

"They're coming to London? When? And why would you do that - were you high? Drunk? In a post-orgasmic brain haze? What on earth possessed you?"

His mouth was falling into a confused 'O' but I couldn't fail to notice that his eyes kept flicking towards my feminine assets. "What's wrong with that? It's your sister and brother-in-law and he's a dear friend."

I groaned. "Yes, and they're also the two people who set us up and therefore gained gloating rights in perpetuity. Oh god!" I ran a hand through my hair, which caught in the knotty mess – well, we had had rather an energetic night of love-making. "Suz will be bad enough but Bobby is going to be absolutely insufferable!"

"I'm sure he'll be discreet."

"Hello! Are we talking about the same person? Are you telling me you've never seen him when he's been right about something?"

Tom appeared to give it some thought but his words indicated just the opposite. "Darling, it's awfully difficult to think when your beautiful breasts are teasing me like this."

I gave him The Look. "Teasing, seriously? Did one of them wink at you? What are you – like, twelve? You've seen boobs before; you've seen these boobs before - quite often, in fact." I jiggled them a little, just to watch his reaction, a heady feeling of power surging through me when his pupils darkened and a hungry look I recognised swept over his features. I wasn't to be distracted, however. "When are they coming? Did you suggest dinner at your place, my place or a restaurant? I think it would be better at a restaurant, don't you? Then I can just leave when they get too...or perhaps not; if I get really riled up I might get violent, and we don't want witnesses..."

"Ah...sweetheart? Have you gotten...violent...before...in front of witnesses?" He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and took my hands in his, but I instantly pulled them free and hauled the sheet up to my chin.

"Oh for goodness' sake – eyes up here, Thomas!" He lifted his eyes, looking like a little boy whose puppy has been taken away from him, and I immediately felt remorseful. And lustful. Damn the man and his gorgeousness! Annoyed that he was making me want to kiss him instead of staying angry at him, I huffed. Well, tried to huff; it actually came out more as a strangled gasp when his bristles softly grazed my collarbone as a prelude to firm lips on my neck sending ribbons of pleasure along my spine. "You're such a child sometimes," I grumbled half-heartedly, trembling as my arms broke out in goose bumps. Warm breath danced across my cheek, barely giving me time to sigh in longing before his mouth claimed mine.

"Does a child do this?" he asked gruffly, deft hands removing the sheet completely and pushing me back against the pillows. When his mouth closed over the peak he'd been ogling seconds before, I could do nothing but gasp and arch into him. While his tongue and teeth lavished attention on one, fingers consoled the other until it came time to swap; by now my breath came in short, shallow pants.

"Or this?"

Moving down my body, his mouth and fingers took their pleasure at my core and I began squirming and moaning. "Oh god!"

"Boy or man, Samantha?"

"Mnmnfph."

When he stopped abruptly I whimpered; he raised his head to look at me, lids half closed over eyes bright with lust. "Sam."

I needed a second to catch my breath, to fire my brain up again. "Man," I managed to mutter, my voice raw and husky. "All man, Tom."

"Your man," he said firmly, the fingers of one hand squeezing my thigh while the other continued to make me tremble with need and want.