Thanks for all the great reviews. Here's the next installment...
Ruth stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth as she got ready for another day at work. She didn't realise Harry was watching her from the open doorway. Rinsing her mouth out she turned and was startled by Harry's eyes on her scantily clad body.
"I thought you were on the phone," she said, very conscious that his eyes were not on her face. He hadn't heard a word she'd said, mainly because he couldn't tear his eyes away from her underwear. He wondered if she was the only woman in the world who could pull off grey underwear while looking completely irresistible and at the same time, completely unaware of the effect it had on him. Yes, he decided. Definitely the only woman who could manage that.
"Harry, my face is up here," Ruth said snapping her fingers which broke his trance. "Am I that distracting?" Before speaking he admired the fact that what she was wearing made her eyes appear grey with just a hint of blue sparkling through. Most unusual, even for her.
"Dressed like that?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow approaching her. "Yes, you are distracting." He kissed her as he felt her hands grasp the back of his neck. He was fully dressed and she was enjoying the feel of his shirt against her bare skin as his mouth made her lose sense of reality. Her world was reduced to this, the bathroom, the fabric of his shirt, his hands sliding under her bra straps, his tongue making her gasp.
She twisted her head away from his, minutes after the start of that heavenly kiss. Her body was pressed so close to his that his shirt was going to be creased beyond all repair. "We need to move if we're not going to end up back in bed together," Ruth added in a low, husky and desire filled voice.
"You can't talk to me like that and then expect me to put you down," Harry said, tightening his grip on her waist.
"And how guilty would you feel if a bomb went off in London while you're trying to feel me up?"
"I'm sorry, "trying?" I'd say I'm doing a damn good job," Harry said, very accurately. She rewarded him with another kiss before pulling away from him. He watched her brush her hair, just because he could.
"Do me a favour," Harry said quietly. "Keep that grey underwear on today. I want to know what you're wearing underneath your clothes and how your skin feels in it while I'm working mere feet away from you, unable to have you pinned against me." The tone which he used made her skin glow and she swallowed uncomfortably at the images he brought to mind, all too easily.
"Stop looking at me like that," Ruth said firmly, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see his face. He laughed and left the bathroom, leaving Ruth to try and make her knees stop shaking
G is for grey.
Hope you liked this one and H will be posted at some point tomorrow. Any suggestions for I?
