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Authors: Tori Carrington
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felt, smelled so good…
Of course, what he was avoiding was asking himself a very important question: whether or not he should be doing this.
He groaned inwardly, not wanting to stop. It had been a good long while since he’d wanted someone so intensely.
The touch of her hand against the front of his slacks chased the air from his lungs. He held it there, waiting, wondering. Her fingers lightly traced the outline of his erection and it was all he could do to keep his hips from bucking forward, seeking more.
He restlessly turned her, pressing her back against the door and reaching back between her thighs, his need surging to urgent within a blink. Geneva’s return affections intensified his building need as she tucked her fingers into the waist of his slacks.
So hot, so wet…
Mace dipped his index finger inside her dripping channel, stroking back and forth before coming to rest at the delicious bit of flesh at the apex. He gave a gentle squeeze…and she made a sound deep in her throat and shuddered in a way that made him think she’d come.
Sweet heaven, he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself.
He fingered her opening, then slid his index finger into her. Her tight muscles immediately contracted and she moaned, making his erection even harder.
If he had any doubt of her having achieved orgasm, he didn’t now. He caressed and stroked her until her shudders began to subside and she melted against him, her beautiful face flushed, her lips trembling, her eyes huge pools of sated bliss.
He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had been so easy to please. He didn’t know if it was him…or her…or perhaps even them together, but whatever the reason, he decided he liked it.
Perhaps a little too much.
He slowly removed his hand from between her legs and kissed her deeply, leisurely tangling his tongue with hers, finding even that simple action almost painfully erotic.
His cell phone chimed once.
Geneva smiled at him. He smiled back.
“I have to get that,” he whispered, kissing her again.
She nodded. “Okay.”
He slowly removed his weight from her, making sure she could stand on her own before reaching into his pocket for his phone.
The text was from Reece: he had emailed him the promised travel routes for tomorrow.
“Important?”
He ran his hand over his face, the fog of desire slowly dissipating and reality returning. But not so much that he didn’t register the scent of her on his fingers…or stop to appreciate it.
“Yeah,” he said.
He searched her face, looking for what, he couldn’t be sure. Something? Anything? Everything?
“I’ve got to go,” he said quietly.
A brief flash of regret crossed her features then she smiled again. “Okay.”
He lifted his hand and brushed her curls back from her face. She was still flushed, her lips plump and well-kissed, her eyes sleepy and sexy. “See you tomorrow?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
She stepped away from the door and opened it for him, appearing to lean against it for support.
Damn, but she was beautiful. He’d give anything not to have to leave her.
“Good night,” he said.
“Good night.”
He forced himself to move through the open doorway, then down the hall, and the stairs, every step seeming to take superhuman strength to make until he reached the parking lot and his rental car. Before getting in, he glanced up to find her watching from her living room window. He raised a hand to wave. She waved back.
Then he climbed in and drove away, trying not to think about her going into her bedroom, stripping down and climbing into bed…alone.
Oh, boy. If this was what friendship was doing to him, he’d hate to think what would happen if they dated.
Then again, what passed between them felt absolutely nothing like friendship.
Oh, boy.
He lifted his fingers to his nose and breathed deeply.
Oh, boy, indeed.
He smiled and switched on the radio…
9
G ENEVA LAY ON HER SIDE in bed, pressing her hot cheek against her
Of course, what he was avoiding was asking himself a very important question: whether or not he should be doing this.
He groaned inwardly, not wanting to stop. It had been a good long while since he’d wanted someone so intensely.
The touch of her hand against the front of his slacks chased the air from his lungs. He held it there, waiting, wondering. Her fingers lightly traced the outline of his erection and it was all he could do to keep his hips from bucking forward, seeking more.
He restlessly turned her, pressing her back against the door and reaching back between her thighs, his need surging to urgent within a blink. Geneva’s return affections intensified his building need as she tucked her fingers into the waist of his slacks.
So hot, so wet…
Mace dipped his index finger inside her dripping channel, stroking back and forth before coming to rest at the delicious bit of flesh at the apex. He gave a gentle squeeze…and she made a sound deep in her throat and shuddered in a way that made him think she’d come.
Sweet heaven, he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself.
He fingered her opening, then slid his index finger into her. Her tight muscles immediately contracted and she moaned, making his erection even harder.
If he had any doubt of her having achieved orgasm, he didn’t now. He caressed and stroked her until her shudders began to subside and she melted against him, her beautiful face flushed, her lips trembling, her eyes huge pools of sated bliss.
He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had been so easy to please. He didn’t know if it was him…or her…or perhaps even them together, but whatever the reason, he decided he liked it.
Perhaps a little too much.
He slowly removed his hand from between her legs and kissed her deeply, leisurely tangling his tongue with hers, finding even that simple action almost painfully erotic.
His cell phone chimed once.
Geneva smiled at him. He smiled back.
“I have to get that,” he whispered, kissing her again.
She nodded. “Okay.”
He slowly removed his weight from her, making sure she could stand on her own before reaching into his pocket for his phone.
The text was from Reece: he had emailed him the promised travel routes for tomorrow.
“Important?”
He ran his hand over his face, the fog of desire slowly dissipating and reality returning. But not so much that he didn’t register the scent of her on his fingers…or stop to appreciate it.
“Yeah,” he said.
He searched her face, looking for what, he couldn’t be sure. Something? Anything? Everything?
“I’ve got to go,” he said quietly.
A brief flash of regret crossed her features then she smiled again. “Okay.”
He lifted his hand and brushed her curls back from her face. She was still flushed, her lips plump and well-kissed, her eyes sleepy and sexy. “See you tomorrow?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
She stepped away from the door and opened it for him, appearing to lean against it for support.
Damn, but she was beautiful. He’d give anything not to have to leave her.
“Good night,” he said.
“Good night.”
He forced himself to move through the open doorway, then down the hall, and the stairs, every step seeming to take superhuman strength to make until he reached the parking lot and his rental car. Before getting in, he glanced up to find her watching from her living room window. He raised a hand to wave. She waved back.
Then he climbed in and drove away, trying not to think about her going into her bedroom, stripping down and climbing into bed…alone.
Oh, boy. If this was what friendship was doing to him, he’d hate to think what would happen if they dated.
Then again, what passed between them felt absolutely nothing like friendship.
Oh, boy.
He lifted his fingers to his nose and breathed deeply.
Oh, boy, indeed.
He smiled and switched on the radio…
9
G ENEVA LAY ON HER SIDE in bed, pressing her hot cheek against her
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