time.”
“You’ll miss them.” She’d be
lonely. He could only hope she’d need him to ease the loneliness, but July
seemed too far away.
“Yeah. But they like it.” She
smiled again and took the bottle out of his hand for another sip. Then she laid
down beside him, tucking her hand beneath her cheek. “Cork the bottle, Jace, so
it doesn’t leak.”
He did as she said, tossing it down
to the bottom of the blanket. He’d planned to seduce her, but she touched him
first. Just her hand on his chest, smoothing down his abdomen, then back up to
his right nipple.
“Thank you for what you did the
other day.”
“Dessert,” he murmured,
concentrating on the mesmerizing feel of her palm caressing him. “You were like
dessert.”
“I was nervous when I drove up just
now.”
“I know.”
“But I’m not nervous anymore.” She
tugged on his hand, pulling it to her breast. “Remember what you said on the
phone?”
“Which part?” He undid the first
button, then the second, until suddenly her dress was open to the waist.
“The part about teasing my
nipples.”
He slid his hand in the opening,
cupping her firm bare flesh. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I figured that when you said not
to wear panties, you meant I shouldn’t wear a bra either.”
Oh God. He’d forgotten about the
panties, though how he could have, he’d never know. “Are you naked under this?”
“Uh-huh.” She punctuated with a nod
and a smile.
“You make me nuts, you know.”
“Ditto.” Then she laid flat on the
grass and spread the opening of her dress.
She had the most beautiful breasts
he’d ever seen. They weren’t large, but they were high and firm beneath his
fingers. She’d carried two children, yet remained perfect. He dipped his head
and took a nipple in his mouth. She arched into him, stroking the back of his
neck as she held him to her. She tasted of strawberries or some other sweet
fruit. He cupped her other breast with his hand and played with the nipple as
he sucked her. She wriggled, moving closer into him.
“Lord, that’s good,” she sighed. Then
she reached down and undid the rest of her buttons. All the way to the hem.
He looked down the length of her as
the dress fell open. The slight roundness of her belly, the soft thatch of hair
at the juncture of her thighs, and legs, endless legs. He remembered them
wrapped around his head.
“Take off your shirt,” she
murmured. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
He sat up, jerked at the buttons.
Damn, he should have worn a T-shirt. So much easier. She helped him push it off
his arms, then tossed it to the other side of the blanket.
He came down on her, glided a hand
along her thigh. Her skin was so soft, so smooth against his. Then he took her
lips, played with her tongue, angled for a deeper, sweeter penetration of her
mouth.
He’d show her how good they could
be together. He’d make her need him.
Her leg slid along his, her thigh
to his hip. She caressed his back and sides with long strokes. “You feel so
good, Jace. Make me feel good.”
Make love to me, Jace.
Taylor trapped the plea inside.
He’d thought she’d changed her mind. He couldn’t know how badly she wanted
this. Too badly to consider backing out. Badly enough to lie and sneak.
“I’ll make you feel better than
you’ve ever felt, Taylor.”
He worked his way down her body,
from her throat, to her breasts, across her belly to the place he’d been
before.
He parted her with his fingers,
sliding across her clitoris. She closed her eyes. “Make it better than the
other day.” Which was a tall order. A huge order.
He pushed two fingers inside her,
then put his tongue to her, working in and out, hitting all her sensitive spots
at once. She rose on her elbows.
“I want to watch you.”
Under the moonlit sky, the sight of
him between her thighs was the most erotic she’d ever known. He touched her
with total concentration, igniting a fire in her body, playing
“You’ll miss them.” She’d be
lonely. He could only hope she’d need him to ease the loneliness, but July
seemed too far away.
“Yeah. But they like it.” She
smiled again and took the bottle out of his hand for another sip. Then she laid
down beside him, tucking her hand beneath her cheek. “Cork the bottle, Jace, so
it doesn’t leak.”
He did as she said, tossing it down
to the bottom of the blanket. He’d planned to seduce her, but she touched him
first. Just her hand on his chest, smoothing down his abdomen, then back up to
his right nipple.
“Thank you for what you did the
other day.”
“Dessert,” he murmured,
concentrating on the mesmerizing feel of her palm caressing him. “You were like
dessert.”
“I was nervous when I drove up just
now.”
“I know.”
“But I’m not nervous anymore.” She
tugged on his hand, pulling it to her breast. “Remember what you said on the
phone?”
“Which part?” He undid the first
button, then the second, until suddenly her dress was open to the waist.
“The part about teasing my
nipples.”
He slid his hand in the opening,
cupping her firm bare flesh. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I figured that when you said not
to wear panties, you meant I shouldn’t wear a bra either.”
Oh God. He’d forgotten about the
panties, though how he could have, he’d never know. “Are you naked under this?”
“Uh-huh.” She punctuated with a nod
and a smile.
“You make me nuts, you know.”
“Ditto.” Then she laid flat on the
grass and spread the opening of her dress.
She had the most beautiful breasts
he’d ever seen. They weren’t large, but they were high and firm beneath his
fingers. She’d carried two children, yet remained perfect. He dipped his head
and took a nipple in his mouth. She arched into him, stroking the back of his
neck as she held him to her. She tasted of strawberries or some other sweet
fruit. He cupped her other breast with his hand and played with the nipple as
he sucked her. She wriggled, moving closer into him.
“Lord, that’s good,” she sighed. Then
she reached down and undid the rest of her buttons. All the way to the hem.
He looked down the length of her as
the dress fell open. The slight roundness of her belly, the soft thatch of hair
at the juncture of her thighs, and legs, endless legs. He remembered them
wrapped around his head.
“Take off your shirt,” she
murmured. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
He sat up, jerked at the buttons.
Damn, he should have worn a T-shirt. So much easier. She helped him push it off
his arms, then tossed it to the other side of the blanket.
He came down on her, glided a hand
along her thigh. Her skin was so soft, so smooth against his. Then he took her
lips, played with her tongue, angled for a deeper, sweeter penetration of her
mouth.
He’d show her how good they could
be together. He’d make her need him.
Her leg slid along his, her thigh
to his hip. She caressed his back and sides with long strokes. “You feel so
good, Jace. Make me feel good.”
Make love to me, Jace.
Taylor trapped the plea inside.
He’d thought she’d changed her mind. He couldn’t know how badly she wanted
this. Too badly to consider backing out. Badly enough to lie and sneak.
“I’ll make you feel better than
you’ve ever felt, Taylor.”
He worked his way down her body,
from her throat, to her breasts, across her belly to the place he’d been
before.
He parted her with his fingers,
sliding across her clitoris. She closed her eyes. “Make it better than the
other day.” Which was a tall order. A huge order.
He pushed two fingers inside her,
then put his tongue to her, working in and out, hitting all her sensitive spots
at once. She rose on her elbows.
“I want to watch you.”
Under the moonlit sky, the sight of
him between her thighs was the most erotic she’d ever known. He touched her
with total concentration, igniting a fire in her body, playing
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