clutched the armrest the entire time, and it wasn’t because of Will’s driving. He pulled into her driveway and she tried to be calm and rational, but she threw open the car door, her fingers fumbling in her purse for the keys. Will grabbed them from her as they hurried to the front door. With fingers more deft than hers, he unlocked the door and she stepped inside. Before she could find the light switch, he closed the door and had her in his arms, his mouth on hers.
She dropped her purse to the floor, her hand coming up to twine around his neck. She had to stand on her toes to get there, but she needed to touch him. He made it easier on her by grasping her butt and lifting her, pressing her against the door and pinning her there with his body.
Good Lord, the man was strong, holding on to her, kissing her, devouring her with his lips and tongue. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and it felt gloriously, deliciously decadent. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been wanted in this kind of desperate fashion, and she gave it back in kind, tangling her fingers in his hair as she kissed him with breathless abandon.
“Bedroom,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers and talking to her while his lips mapped a trail across her jaw and fixed onto her neck.
She gasped out a moan. “I don’t know. That way somewhere.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He flipped her around and started walking—in the dark, no less.
“Straight,” she guided him, her mouth on his neck, that spot she’d been fixated on. She licked him and he bumped into something, letting out a curse.
“Sorry. There’s an ottoman there. Take a quick turn around that and go straight past the dining room and down the hall. My bedroom’s the last one.”
“Got it.” He stopped midway down the hall to push her against the wall and suck on that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Would she have a hickey tomorrow? She didn’t care because chills coursed down her spine as shivery sensation rippled through her.
He found the bedroom and held on to her with one hand while he opened the door. He made her feel light and delicate as he proceeded to the bed, making her so glad she’d changed the sheets and made the bed today—just in case.
He deposited her on the bed and came down on top of her, that delicious weight of his rocking against her as he moved his lips over her neck and lower. And when he palmed her stomach, his fingers inching the material of her top over her belly, she fluttered with awareness and need.
She toed her shoes off and he pushed her farther onto the bed, lifting her skirt.
“You smell good,” he said, burying his face in her neck.
His hands were everywhere. One on her thigh, inching toward her hip, the other lifting her blouse and palming her breast. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t keep up with the sensations blasting her from all directions. And when he lifted her top over her head, all she could do was lie back and let him have his way, because she’d fantasized about this, wanted this—and oh, God, she needed this.
Right up to the point when he reached over and switched on her bedside lamp.
She lifted up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see you.”
“Oh. Uh.” Desire tamped down. “Could we maybe do this in the dark?”
Will cocked a brow, then grinned at her and pushed her shoulders down. “Not a chance in hell, Jane. You’re gorgeous and I want to see all of you.”
She lifted back up on her elbows. “Will. You do realize I’ve given birth to two children, right?”
He loomed over her, his hands planted on either side ofher. “I think you’re beautiful, Jane. And yes, I realize you’re not twenty anymore. Neither am I.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have stretch marks from childbirth.”
He laughed, then pushed her back down on the bed. “No, I don’t. Now relax and let me make love to you.”
She looked up at the ceiling, her earlier excitement replaced
She dropped her purse to the floor, her hand coming up to twine around his neck. She had to stand on her toes to get there, but she needed to touch him. He made it easier on her by grasping her butt and lifting her, pressing her against the door and pinning her there with his body.
Good Lord, the man was strong, holding on to her, kissing her, devouring her with his lips and tongue. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and it felt gloriously, deliciously decadent. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been wanted in this kind of desperate fashion, and she gave it back in kind, tangling her fingers in his hair as she kissed him with breathless abandon.
“Bedroom,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers and talking to her while his lips mapped a trail across her jaw and fixed onto her neck.
She gasped out a moan. “I don’t know. That way somewhere.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He flipped her around and started walking—in the dark, no less.
“Straight,” she guided him, her mouth on his neck, that spot she’d been fixated on. She licked him and he bumped into something, letting out a curse.
“Sorry. There’s an ottoman there. Take a quick turn around that and go straight past the dining room and down the hall. My bedroom’s the last one.”
“Got it.” He stopped midway down the hall to push her against the wall and suck on that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Would she have a hickey tomorrow? She didn’t care because chills coursed down her spine as shivery sensation rippled through her.
He found the bedroom and held on to her with one hand while he opened the door. He made her feel light and delicate as he proceeded to the bed, making her so glad she’d changed the sheets and made the bed today—just in case.
He deposited her on the bed and came down on top of her, that delicious weight of his rocking against her as he moved his lips over her neck and lower. And when he palmed her stomach, his fingers inching the material of her top over her belly, she fluttered with awareness and need.
She toed her shoes off and he pushed her farther onto the bed, lifting her skirt.
“You smell good,” he said, burying his face in her neck.
His hands were everywhere. One on her thigh, inching toward her hip, the other lifting her blouse and palming her breast. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t keep up with the sensations blasting her from all directions. And when he lifted her top over her head, all she could do was lie back and let him have his way, because she’d fantasized about this, wanted this—and oh, God, she needed this.
Right up to the point when he reached over and switched on her bedside lamp.
She lifted up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see you.”
“Oh. Uh.” Desire tamped down. “Could we maybe do this in the dark?”
Will cocked a brow, then grinned at her and pushed her shoulders down. “Not a chance in hell, Jane. You’re gorgeous and I want to see all of you.”
She lifted back up on her elbows. “Will. You do realize I’ve given birth to two children, right?”
He loomed over her, his hands planted on either side ofher. “I think you’re beautiful, Jane. And yes, I realize you’re not twenty anymore. Neither am I.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have stretch marks from childbirth.”
He laughed, then pushed her back down on the bed. “No, I don’t. Now relax and let me make love to you.”
She looked up at the ceiling, her earlier excitement replaced
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