Heglanced up to find her watching him, her face a mask of desire that set his heart pounding as much as the scrap of clothing between him and his ultimate destination. Curling his fingers over her sharp hipbones, he tugged her pants and underwear down her slim thighs, standing to finish the job.
Good God. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, taking her in from the shiny black hair fanned around her headto her red-painted toenails. Sparkling brown eyes, those fucktastically magic lips, pert breasts, well-groomed curls between her thighs… Mesmerizing.
Her cheeks flamed.
“And intelligent.” He kissed the spot just below her adorable belly button, smiling when her stomach muscles twitched. “And resilient.” He traced the curve of her hips with his hands, and urged her legs apart as he fell tohis knees, dropping soft-as-air kisses on her inner thighs until she squirmed. “And sweet.”
He licked his way up until he found the secret spot that made her buck and cry out.That’s it, honey. Stroking up her legs, he slowly, slowly slid a finger into her wet heat, invoking a breathy moan that turned him granite-hard.
Adding another finger, he set to the challenge of giving her as much pleasureas she’d given him, delighting in every cry, every catch of her breath, every scrape of her nails against his scalp.
He held down her hips with one hand while she panted and squirmed and begged. She raked her fingers through his hair, her other hand twisted in the bedspread above her head.
“Jeff.”
His heart skipped at the desperate sound. He lifted one of her feet and placed it on the edgeof the mattress, opening her wider. Slipping his free hand beneath her hips, he feasted on her luscious pussy until she tensed up and cried out, shuddering as her core pulsed around his fingers.
She was fucking magnificent. The rise and fall of her breasts, the near-painful ecstasy on her face, the strands of hair stuck to her damp forehead.
A far cry from the sleek dresses, delicate heels,and perfect hair she wore at work.
He very much preferred her like this.
She sat up and wrapped her legs around him, framing his face with her warm hands. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice husky, the words almost a question.
His pulse spiked.Hell, yeah. Could she possibly believe he didn’t want to?
Picking her up, he turned so he sat on the bed with her straddling his thighs, then retrieveda condom from the wallet in his jeans, checking first to make sure it hadn’t expired.
“May I?” She mirrored his earlier words, holding out her hand.
He gave her the condom, caressing her back and shoulders while she nearly brought him to the edge with her delicate touch. Scooting back until his calves hit the bed, he lifted her hips and urged her down onto his aching cock.
She slid homelike she belonged there, and he shuddered at the feel of her squeezing him. He moved in and out of her slick heat, the friction frying the circuits in his brain. Had he really believed he could be satisfied with having her once?
Goddamned fool.
Rather than lie back and lose the skin-to-skin contact, he stayed upright, wrapping his arms across her back, bringing them chest to chest, buryinghis nose in her hair.
She moaned when he kissed her neck and shoulder, squeezed him deep when he kneaded her buttocks, kept pace with him as he neared his climax. Pulling back just enough, he slipped his hand between them and stroked her clit, losing his rhythm pounding into her glorious body.
Tara gasped, her core rippling and gripping him as she gently bit his shoulder.
At the unexpectedpressure, Jeff went supernova. Bliss enveloped him like a dive into a warm pool of water, leaving him breathless and weak.
He lay back, taking her with him so she draped over his body like the quilt he tugged over both of them. His harsh breaths mingled with hers in the cool air against the faint backdrop of passing cars and a barking dog.
If he had his way, he’d never move, never leave thiscocoon, never give her up.
Wait, what?Back the hell up.
It was just sex.
Spectacular, mind-blowing, best-of-his-life sex, but it could never be more than that.
Sure, he liked Tara, and she seemed to like him. And kids. But they had nothing in common. She was still an extroverted, high-maintenance, city girl, whereas he’d rather be alone in the hills, sleeping in a tent—or not—under thestars.
And he had plans. Even if she were a perfect match for him outside of the bedroom too, he had to put Evan and school first. His son needed stability. A permanent home and a father with a job that let him be there every night. In the face of that, Jeff’s love life had zero priority.
