All Areas Accessed - Sequel to Access All Areas

Chapter Twenty Eight

We eventually go to bed, happily tired but not quite ready to give in to the enticement of sleep. Even the moonlight wants to add to our budding romance, stretching out its loving light into the bedroom as we embrace each other under the warmth of the duvet and blankets.

"Do you think you have any bad habits or traits?" Clara randomly asks me, much to my amusement.

"Uh, nope! I'm pretty much perfect." I'm chuckling, still stroking the curve of her soft shoulders, but joking all the same.

"Okay, Mr Perfect...I can be stubbornly independent." Clara is choosing to have this conversation, whether or not I am participating, kicking it off with what she believes to be her first flawed trait.

"I think I've worked that out for myself." I lightheartedly remark, smiling to myself.

"And I'm not great company when I'm on my period."

Returning her comment with a cocky grin, I quickly say. "Is any woman?"

Clara wears a deadly serious expression. "I'm especially bad company." She warns me, her face still bearing a really stern guise.

Unfazed, my grin is wider and cockier. "Then I'll keep a period survival kit close to hand at all times." I jokingly tell her.

"Oh yeah?" There's a lilt of silliness to Clara's voice, a lilt that tells me how much she loves all the silly banter that often bounces itself between us.

"Yeah! I'll have chocolate, alcohol, painkillers and duct tape at the ready." The silly teasing of mine, just keeps on coming.

Clara quickly straddles me, linking our hands together in a really cute and playful way. "Why the duct tape? Are you going all kinkaliscious on me?" The chemistry between us quickly goes from playful to provocative in what seems to be 0-60 in just a couple of sexy seconds.

Game on, I say. "Nah, I'm just thinking that your snoring might get louder when you're on your period, so I'll just quieten you down with some duct tape." My fingers are almost fornicating with hers, fornicating as I pull her nearer to me. "And what's kinkaliscious? Do you want kinkaliscious, Clara Thorn?" The tone of my voice has domineeringly dropped, just as all the silliness has dropped. I'm Rhys Ryan, I'm all about a little experimentation, and a little sexual experimentation with my girl is most definitely something that I'm up for...in more ways than one, if you get my drift?

Clara starts moving in close, temptingly close. Just when I think she's going to take advantage of my very impatient mouth, she starts tickling me. Begging her to stop, she doesn't. I'm now too damn aroused and too damn tense to play the tickling game, so I grab hold of her hips and in one strong manoeuvre, she's soon pinned down beneath me. "You haven't answered my question, do you want kinkaliscious?" Again, my voice is coated with a daring dominance. "Do you?" I ask again, just knowing that Clara is enjoying this little intro to our foreplay almost as much as I am.

"Maybe." She blinks, blinking up at me with teal orbs dilating with the purest of wickedness.

The dilation of her sultry spheres, the sensual pout of her greedy lips—all tell me to go on ahead and give my girl exactly what she kinkalisciously needs. Gliding the tip of my tongue across her throat and across her soft ear lobe, I allow it to join in on the slow and sensuous foreplay. Just as I'm about to take it up a horny gear, the phone downstairs starts ringing. Everything instantly pauses—the foreplay, the kissing, the licking, the horniness—it all comes to an achey end.

With a frustrated apology in my eyes, I remove my naked body from Clara's. Something is wrong. Everyone has been told not to call me, unless it's an emergency. So as I hurry down the stairs, More and more dread sticks to me with each and every step that I quickly take.