Page 152 of Buried Too Deep

Leaning up on her toes, she kissed him again teasingly. “What did you put in your pocket, Phineas?”

He huffed an embarrassed laugh, because it was clear from the sparkle in her eyes that she knew exactly what he’d put in his pocket. “Delores wanted me prepared.”

“God bless that woman,” she muttered as she pulled his shirt over his head. Then spread her fingers over his chest, fanning them back and forth. Making him shudder. “Oh, Phin.”

He had scars. Lots of scars. But that didn’t seem to be what she saw. Her gaze had grown heated, not in the bubbly way that it had upstairs after finding that necklace, but in a slow, deliberate way that was so much better.

Her fingers found each scar as she explored his skin, but her touch didn’t falter. Not until she got to the edge of his jeans. She glanced up. “Still okay?”

He could only nod, afraid that if he spoke, it would come out as a squeak or something equally embarrassing.

She tugged on the button of his jeans, then hesitated before exhaling and squaring her shoulders in the way he’d become accustomed to the past few days. She gripped the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.

And then she was touching him through his briefs, her fingers light over his erection. He uttered her name on a gasp. “Cora.”

His fingers were suddenly in her hair, his mouth on hers. Kissing her, his pulse racing when she opened for him, kissing him back. He grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, stopping the kiss only long enough to drag it over her head. Then he was kissing her again, hard and desperate.

His fingers trembled on the clasp of her lacy bra and she took over, reaching back to release it. He stepped back, taking the bra with him and stared.

She was as exquisite as he’d known she’d be. Soft skin, breasts that were the perfect size, just right for his hands. So he cupped them and she closed her eyes on a sigh that sounded relieved.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“So are you.” She slid her hands up his body, twining around his neck, and he shuddered again at the feel of her nipples hard against his skin. He shucked off his own jeans, then unbuttoned hers, pushing them down her hips. She stepped out of them and he kicked his aside before covering her curvy ass with his hands and walking her toward the bed.

“Condom,” she murmured, and he let her go with a mild curse.

He fished the condom from his pocket, then turned to find her perched on the edge of her bed, watching him with an intensity that made him shiver in the best of ways.

“You have a really nice ass, Phin.”

He blushed, hoping she couldn’t see it in the darkness. He was a thirty-seven-year-old man, too old to be blushing like a teenager.

He dropped his gaze to the scrap of white that was all she was now wearing. They were far too tiny to be panties, and he loved them.

He couldn’t wait to take them off her, so he did, his chest tightening when she lifted her hips to help him. And then she was completely naked except for the pearls she always wore around her neck.

She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, and he wanted her.

He wanted everything, and he wasn’t sure where to start.

An audible swallow had him yanking his gaze to hers, blinking when he saw insecurity there. That wouldn’t do. Not at all.

He stepped between her legs and kissed her again, feeling her shudder. “So damn beautiful,” he muttered when he came up for air, then gasped again when she pulled his briefs down and wrapped her fingers around him.

“Cora.” It was all he could think to say, every nerve in his brain firing at the same time. He kicked his briefs somewhere near his jeans and scooped her up, placing her in the middle of the bed as gently as he could.

Then he crawled to meet her there, loving the way the moonlight filtered through her curtains, dancing across her skin.

He dipped his head to kiss her again and again until she was whimpering beneath him, undulating her hips against his.

“Phin, please. Please.”

He slipped two fingers into her, groaning quietly when he felt how wet she was. He’d forgotten how good it could be when he was with someone he actually cared for. “So wet.”

She made a needy sound as she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. “Stop teasing.”

So he did, sheathing himself in the condom before sliding into all that wet heat. Her eyes were closed, her expression blissful.

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