Oh good. She’d keep breathing and words could come later. Because the way he continued to touch her, play with her, was sending pleasure coursing through her body until it coiled low in her abdomen. When he found her clitoris with his thumb, adding pressure in time with the slide of his fingers inside her, she lost ability to think at all.
He petted her through the orgasm, prolonging it with gentle strokes. And when she opened her eyes again, he climbed over her, putting on the condom as she watched. Then he leaned forward until his forehead touched hers. “May I?”
She loved the way he asked, didn’t presume, each time. In answer, she twined her legs with his and looked deep into his eyes, then nodded.
He reached down with one hand and positioned himself, then entered her in a smooth slide. She gasped as he filled her, her muscles stretching to accommodate him. This was another way they fit, so, so well.
Once he was buried to the hilt inside her, he paused, his breath hot in her ear. Then he began to move, firm and steady, pulling out and sliding back into her in a deep steady rhythm.
She groaned, her already sensitized body rising to a crest again. “David, please.”
Not even sure what she was asking for, she clutched at his shoulders, tried to encourage him. He drove into her faster, harder, his hands reaching around her to cup her behind and angle her for an even better fit. Every stroke pushed her closer to the edge until she arched under him helplessly, gasping.
He buried his face into her shoulder and growled as he came too, shuddering with the power of his release.
Lyn kept her arms wrapped around him as he slowly relaxed, lowering his weight onto her. His breath was hot against her skin and after a few moments, he rolled to one side and rose up to give her a quick kiss on the bridge of her nose.
“Be right back.” He went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later with a cool, damp washcloth to help wipe her down.
This was a gesture she appreciated, too. His care, and the way he wanted to see to her comfort, took their time together beyond sex to something much more intimate. She wanted this.
Once he settled back onto the bed with her, she snuggled up against his side, content.
“What’s on the agenda for Atlas’s training later today?”
He froze next to her.
Unsettled, she rose up on one arm so she could see his face. “I didn’t mean to break the mood. No work talk in bed?”
She’d said it in a semi-teasing tone, but lost even that as his brows drew together.
He sat up. “I’d wanted to talk to you about this, but I didn’t plan for us to get distracted.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Us sleeping together is getting distracted?”
He reached out and ran his hand up her arm. “You are absolutely a distraction, in really good ways. Please don’t take this wrong.”
She drew in a slow breath. “Okay. I’ll try not to, but let’s get back to what you got distracted from.”
“This is going to be bad timing.” He eyed her with trepidation.
Oh, great. “Better bad timing than not talking to me at all.”
He nodded, ran a hand through his hair, then got started. “I was coming over here to talk to you about how we were going to move forward with Atlas’s training schedule.”
She nodded. So far, nothing to be worried about.
“You’ve done incredible things with his rehabilitation. His socialization is up to par based on the last couple of days of travel.” He paused and she waited. His words came out faster. “I wanted to suggest we adjust your participation in his training to intermittent sessions while I focus more on his specialized skill sets for explosives detection and human search.”
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Dogs like Atlas searched out humans for other reasons than the search-and-rescue dogs trained in the United States. There were other reactions built into Atlas’s training, other behaviors expected. He was expected to act more independently in the search and respond differently on locating said human. She could understand how she didn’t have the experience in the training technique to work with Atlas for those behaviors.
Still, this was more than two trainers talking about techniques. She gathered the sheets up around her, suddenly vulnerable.
“Intermittent.” She said the word slowly. “What sort of intervals?”
“Well, maybe twice this coming week, then we could move to once a week or even once every other week. You could go check on your other clients and come back for his sessions.” David’s voice had gone neutral, the way he did when he wanted to distance himself from a situation. Compartmentalizing.
“You want me to leave.” Oh God, and they’d just slept together. “This was good-bye sex?”
“No!” He tried to reach for her but stopped when she flinched back.
“Sounds like it is.” Embarrassment and anger burned through her.