The Accidental Bride by Portia Da Costa Page B

raising issues. Now was the time just to be here for him, and inwardly shout ‘Yippee!’ at the thought of having him beside her.
    ‘Makes sense, Princey Boy, and there’s plenty of room.’ She slid over a bit in the wide bed, making a larger and more enticing space for him. He followed her over, right over, closing the gap up tight until he was lying hard up against her – with the emphasis on hard. Through the cotton of his pyjama bottoms and of hers, his cock was even hotter than the rest of him, and she moved her hips against it as he kissed her again, probing with his tongue. Sliding her hands down his back, she cupped his buttocks, pressing herself closer.
    ‘We don’t have to make love, you know,’ he purred against her ear as they came up for air again. ‘I mean, it’s been a long day, and you were tired, and I’ve already had more than my quota.’
    Lizzie chuckled. ‘Well, you might be working on the quota system, but I’m not. And neither is this beast.’ She darted a hand to his cock and cradled her fingers around it.
    John made an appreciative sound, a sort of growl. ‘Well, the beast in question is a greedy sod, and pretty much disconnected from the niceties of considerate behaviour … but he doesn’t always have to have his own way, you know.’
    ‘I like the beast. His ways are my ways. And it might help you sleep, you know.’
    ‘Well, I thought that too.’ John rocked his hips against her. ‘That, and a nip of gin. I thought a shag and a little nightcap might help us both nod off.’
    Sure enough, there on the bedside table was the familiar green bottle and two cut-crystal glasses. ‘Let’s try the most natural means first, shall we? And keep the demon drink for our fallback position,’ said Lizzie. Gosh, he really was determined. Whatever the something was that had happened, it had shaken him up and steeled his resolve to normalise their sleeping arrangements.
    Pushing her speculations aside, and hiding them right at the back of her mind, in the part normally inaccessible when she was having gorgeous sex with John, she redoubled her efforts, with hands and lips, to encourage him.
    Not that the beast needed any encouragement at all. He seemed bigger and harder than ever, against her.
    ‘So, what’s it to be? Straight sex or “fancy”? Which do you think will help you sleep the best? I’m easy …’
    John laughed. ‘You, my dear Lizzie, are both easy and complicated.’ He paused to kiss her, fierce and hard. ‘A complex and sophisticated conundrum … and easy, oh so easy to adore.’
    ‘But which do you want?’
    ‘Straight sex will do very nicely, beautiful girl. I don’t want to get hyped up into some weird mental place with role-play. Not tonight.’
    A dark shadow taunted her again. Something was bothering him. But she brushed it aside and took another kiss from him, sliding her hands up and down his back and buttocks and savouring the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles.
    ‘Works for me,’ she said, wriggling against him, while at the same time trying to escape from her pyjama bottoms.
    ‘Here, let me.’ John flung back the covers, and rolling onto his hip, started stripping off her garment. A second later it went flying across the room, then, with no further ado, he slid a hand between her thighs.
    Lizzie arched. She was ready. She was always ready.
    ‘Good grief, woman, you’re so wet. So ready …’
    ‘John, you look like an angel, you’re as fit as a butcher’s dog, and you’ve got a million squillion quid, what’s not to get wet about?’ She growled and gasped when he rubbed her.
    ‘And here I was thinking I’d have to coax and seduce you, and you seem to be ready for me to climb on top straight away!’
    ‘I thought you’d never ask!’
    His eyes were like blue fire in the lamplight, and his smile provocative. She’d thought he was going to twist around and get a condom out of the beside drawer, but instead, he went on stroking her,