with his thumb.
“Tris,” she hissed as he moved his fingers within her, faster and harder. Something about her hungry response urged him on, encouraging him to take her as he’d always dreamed—rough, unrestrained. She obeyed his command, her gaze never faltering from his, and he saw her eyes cloud over as she reached the peak just moments before she came apart. Her inner muscles clenched his fingers tightly and she trembled as the orgasm raged through her.
“Shit,” she whispered breathlessly as she slowly began to recover.
“Was that a good shit or a bad shit?”
“That was a ‘you blew my mind’ shit.” She turned on her side to face him and he savored the closeness and the complete lack of strangeness. Being half-naked with her felt more natural than anything he’d ever done in his life. He could see from the relaxed expression on her face she agreed with the sentiment.
They were a tight fit on the twin bed and she scooted over to give him more room on the tiny mattress. She glanced down and he knew she was looking at his cock, straining against the material of his jeans.
She dragged her hand across the front placket and he sucked in a breath. “Damn I love your hand on me.”
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Mari Carr
“I loved your hand in me.” She applied more pressure and he covered her fingers, moving his in time with hers as she continued to speak. “I have to admit it’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm I didn’t give myself. I can’t quite believe I just let you do that. Only excuse I have is extreme horniness.” He laughed. “It’s good to know you didn’t go on some wild sex spree out there in California.”
She grinned. “Hardly. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had sex. James and I sort of stopped…” She paused and he leaned forward to kiss her gently.
“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
She started to unbutton his jeans and he halted her. “Dammit Lane, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I don’t think we can take this any further right now.”
“Why?”
“Well, for a couple of reasons. Number one, a member of my family could come walking through that door any minute now.”
Her gaze traveled to the bedroom door—the one he hadn’t bothered to lock.
“Secondly, I promised you we’d take things slow. Take the time to get to know each other again. I mean to keep that promise.”
She nodded. “You’re absolutely right. God, I’m not sure when I turned into such a slut.”
He laughed. “You’re about as far from being a slut as I am from being a priest.
We’re attracted to each other. I think we always have been. Things are different now.”
“I’m not married anymore.”
“Thank God. Kitten, I’m gonna make love to you until your hair curls, but when I do it, it’s going to be somewhere private, on a big bed, and we’re going to have lots and lots of time to do it right.”
She closed her eyes and sighed sadly. He wondered what she was thinking.
“I don’t want a relationship, Tris.”
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Waiting for Wednesday
He leaned forward to kiss her softly. “I know that, Lane. I’m not saying I accept it, just that I understand how you feel and why you feel that way.”
“So it’ll just be sex, right?”
He shook his head. “Do you want me to lie to you? Look at you and say, ‘Sure, Lane, we’re just going to fuck’?”
“That would be a lie?”
He chuckled. “That would be a whopper.”
“But I told you earlier—”
He interrupted her. “I know what you told me. But I didn’t have a chance to respond. I can understand your reasoning, but it’s not quite sound.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It seems to me you’ve spent your entire life surviving on your own. Your problem isn’t living alone. You’ve mastered that. Your problem is letting people in.” He tapped her forehead lightly. “In here.” His finger moved to touch her heart.
“And in here.”
Was he right? Had she run for the wrong
“Tris,” she hissed as he moved his fingers within her, faster and harder. Something about her hungry response urged him on, encouraging him to take her as he’d always dreamed—rough, unrestrained. She obeyed his command, her gaze never faltering from his, and he saw her eyes cloud over as she reached the peak just moments before she came apart. Her inner muscles clenched his fingers tightly and she trembled as the orgasm raged through her.
“Shit,” she whispered breathlessly as she slowly began to recover.
“Was that a good shit or a bad shit?”
“That was a ‘you blew my mind’ shit.” She turned on her side to face him and he savored the closeness and the complete lack of strangeness. Being half-naked with her felt more natural than anything he’d ever done in his life. He could see from the relaxed expression on her face she agreed with the sentiment.
They were a tight fit on the twin bed and she scooted over to give him more room on the tiny mattress. She glanced down and he knew she was looking at his cock, straining against the material of his jeans.
She dragged her hand across the front placket and he sucked in a breath. “Damn I love your hand on me.”
53
Mari Carr
“I loved your hand in me.” She applied more pressure and he covered her fingers, moving his in time with hers as she continued to speak. “I have to admit it’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm I didn’t give myself. I can’t quite believe I just let you do that. Only excuse I have is extreme horniness.” He laughed. “It’s good to know you didn’t go on some wild sex spree out there in California.”
She grinned. “Hardly. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had sex. James and I sort of stopped…” She paused and he leaned forward to kiss her gently.
“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
She started to unbutton his jeans and he halted her. “Dammit Lane, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I don’t think we can take this any further right now.”
“Why?”
“Well, for a couple of reasons. Number one, a member of my family could come walking through that door any minute now.”
Her gaze traveled to the bedroom door—the one he hadn’t bothered to lock.
“Secondly, I promised you we’d take things slow. Take the time to get to know each other again. I mean to keep that promise.”
She nodded. “You’re absolutely right. God, I’m not sure when I turned into such a slut.”
He laughed. “You’re about as far from being a slut as I am from being a priest.
We’re attracted to each other. I think we always have been. Things are different now.”
“I’m not married anymore.”
“Thank God. Kitten, I’m gonna make love to you until your hair curls, but when I do it, it’s going to be somewhere private, on a big bed, and we’re going to have lots and lots of time to do it right.”
She closed her eyes and sighed sadly. He wondered what she was thinking.
“I don’t want a relationship, Tris.”
54
Waiting for Wednesday
He leaned forward to kiss her softly. “I know that, Lane. I’m not saying I accept it, just that I understand how you feel and why you feel that way.”
“So it’ll just be sex, right?”
He shook his head. “Do you want me to lie to you? Look at you and say, ‘Sure, Lane, we’re just going to fuck’?”
“That would be a lie?”
He chuckled. “That would be a whopper.”
“But I told you earlier—”
He interrupted her. “I know what you told me. But I didn’t have a chance to respond. I can understand your reasoning, but it’s not quite sound.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It seems to me you’ve spent your entire life surviving on your own. Your problem isn’t living alone. You’ve mastered that. Your problem is letting people in.” He tapped her forehead lightly. “In here.” His finger moved to touch her heart.
“And in here.”
Was he right? Had she run for the wrong
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