“Because,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips across hers, “all I could think about was the way you looked in bed when I left this morning.”
“Mmm,” Zandra purred, letting her tongue touch his. “Guess that defeated the purpose of the banishment, huh?”
“Guess so.” His tongue swept the underside of her upper lip before dipping inside her mouth.
Shivering with arousal, she forced herself to pull back and smile up at him. “Are you ready to go sightseeing?”
“Yeah.” His eyes glinted wickedly. “But not the kind of sightseeing you’re talking about.”
“Oh, no,” she warned laughingly, stepping away from him. “Uh-uh. We’re not doing that.”
“Why not?”
“Because we stayed in bed most of yesterday doing that.”
He wiggled his brows suggestively. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
She grinned. “That’s not the point, Remy. Look, while you were in the military, you never came here for pleasure. London is a great city. I want you to experience it with me.”
He heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. We can do the tourist thing.”
“Thank you.”
“Just let me catch my breath first.” Ice clinked in his glass as he sipped his scotch, then smiled at her. “Why don’t you show me some of the clothes you bought.”
Zandra grinned. “You mean the clothes you bought?” she reminded him, because even though she could more than afford her own shopping spree, Remy had insisted on spoiling her during this trip, refusing to let her pay for even a pack of gum.
“Yeah,” he drawled teasingly, “let me see how you spent my hard-earned money, woman.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tugging his silk tie loose, Remy sat on the king-size bed and watched as Zandra modeled one designer outfit after another. She made him laugh as she strutted back and forth, struck haughty poses and dramatically executed the half pivots perfected by runway models. Remy clapped, whistled appreciatively and pretended to snap pictures of her like a fashion photog.
But when she emerged from the bathroom in nothing more than pink lace lingerie and racy six-inch stilettos, all traces of humor vanished from his face. He stared at her with naked hunger as she slinked over to him, breasts bouncing softly from the cups of her sheer bra.
“My God,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong?” Glancing innocently down at her body, Zandra feigned shock at discovering herself unclothed.
“Oops,” she breathed in her best sex-kitten voice. “Looks like I forgot something.”
Remy’s eyes darkened.
Zandra gave him a coquettish smile and winked, then turned and sashayed back toward the bathroom. She didn’t get very far before Remy grabbed her from behind, making her squeal with laughter as he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He lowered her to the mattress, his body following hers as he peeled her panties down her legs and over her stilettos.
“See, woman, I tried to be good, but you just had to be bad.”
Zandra grinned as he unzipped his pants. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Neither can I,” he whispered, staring into her eyes as he sank into her moist flesh and shuddered. “Neither can I.”
Eventually they made their way out of bed and ventured out to explore the city. Since they’d gotten a late start, Zandra knew they would only have time to see a few things in order to keep their dinner reservation. But that was fine with her. They had four more days to spend together, and she intended to savor every moment.
Strolling hand in hand, they wandered from place to place enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of London.