After a few moments of cuddling her, he reached down and pulled his jeans up from the floor. While he dug in his pockets, she flopped bonelessly back onto the pillows and stretched like a cat. For the first time since they’d entered the room, she noticed something other than Theo. They were on a king-size four-poster bed. Antique furniture scattered the room and a fireplace lined one wall. Nice place.

Theo rolled over with a groan and handed Eric’s business card to her between two fingers. She took it and turned it over. His cell and home phone numbers were listed there.

“Eric gave that to me to give to you,” said Theo, settling back against the pillows with a deep sigh of pleasure.

“Uh-huh.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You have to give it to the guy, he’s relentless.”

“Yeah, well, he’s about to relentlessly smash his face against my fist,” Theo muttered with his eyes closed.

Sarafina chuckled. “Temper, temper, Theo. Anyway, you have no cause for concern.” She ripped the card in half and tossed it to the floor.

Theo popped an eye open, then reached out, snagged her, and pulled her against him. One tug and she was beneath him on the bed with his big body covering hers. “I know. Don’t you think I have more confidence than that?” he asked right before he kissed her.

Sarafina went speechless as his lips traveled down her jawline, her throat, and then latched onto her nipple. He worked it with his tongue and gently nipped at it until her sex warmed and tingled yet again.

She squirmed beneath him. “Ah, Theo, I think you’re going to make me come again.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “I’ve never been so incredibly multiorgasmic in my life.”

“Mmmm.” He reached down amid the blankets and found her clit and stroked it, making her gasp. “Maybe you’ve discovered a new talent. I’ll help you practice, okay?”

He brought her slowly to climax this time and when she finally came under his fingers and tongue, he latched his mouth to hers and consumed every last gasp of pleasure she made.

While she lay sprawled noodlelike across the bed, he rolled off, pulled on his boxers, and exited the room, leaving the door open. Sarafina lay staring up at the ceiling trying to will herself into motion and failing miserably.

A few moments later he returned laden with shopping bags. “The concierge delivered the stuff we asked for. I figured you were hungry, so I ordered a couple cheeseburgers for us off room service. The food will be here in about twenty minutes. Just enough time for us to take a shower. That okay with you?”

Her stomach growled. “Did you order fries?”

He nodded, rummaging through the bags.