Page 44 of Unlikely Guardian

Except in the very place she wanted him to touch most.

Jason obviously guessed what she wanted because he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Lilly made adjustments. No easy feat with her legs still not functioning a hundred percent, but she somehow managed to put her knees on each side of his hips.

She moved forward. Saw stars. Really big stars. Then the vee of her panties struck right against the front of his jeans. Lilly could feel him. Every inch of him. That hard ridge straining against the denim.

His mouth was on her neck. Pressing. He slid his hand up her thigh to the front of her panties. Since she’d already moved past into the shameless zone, because every part of her was on fire, Lilly moved against his fingers. Intimately. But not gently. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to feel needed. She wanted to—

He hooked his fingers onto the elastic of her panties.

And he slipped his hand inside.

Every coherent or semicoherent thought she had flew right out of her head.

“Touch me,” she heard herself whisper.

Jason cooperated. He touched her, and he didn’t have any trouble finding the right place. Nor was he especially gentle. He made rough, almost frantic slippery strokes. While his mouth feasted on her cheek and neck. While his erection pressed against her thigh. Until she couldn’t think. Until she couldn’t breathe. Until she didn’t care if she ever did either of those things again.

But even without the ability to think or breath, Lilly knew it was time to take this to the next level. She reached for his zipper. Jason took it up a notch, as well. He shoved her dress up to her waist.

Then he stopped.

And stared at her.

Lilly blinked, trying to focus. Trying to figure out what had happened to bring everything to an abrupt halt.

“I don’t have a condom.”

Oh, great. Somehow, even through her passion-hazed brain, she understood that. She also understood she didn’t have an immediate solution. “Neither do I.”

He cursed. It was a four-letter word for what they would be doing if they’d had a condom.

“I don’t guess there’s one in the house somewhere?” she asked. And she was hoping the answer was yes.

Jason shook his head. “I haven’t had a woman here.”

Because of Megan. Lilly understood that. Her body didn’t like it, but she understood it.

Logic and normalcy slowly began to return, little by little, and with each passing second, she began to feel more and more self-conscious. The passion began to fade. So did the immediate, pressing need to have wild sex on the floor with Jason.

All right, she couldn’t lie to herself. She still had that particular need for wild sex, but it was stupid to have pushed things this far without at least making a few rudimentary plans—like buying a condom.

Frustrated, she eased out of his lap and pulled her dress back into place so that she was covered. She hadn’t minded her seminudity during the crazy foreplay, but it seemed awkward now.

“Please don’t say you’re sorry that happened,” he whispered.

She dodged his gaze. “Sorry isn’t the correct word. Embarrassed.”

“Why? Because we acted on what we’ve been feeling for days?”

Lilly debated several answers but went with the truth. “This whole lack-of-condom thing reminds me a little of teenagers with their hormones out of control. Plus, I’m not sure sex would have been a smart idea.”

“It wouldn’t have been smart,” Jason readily concurred. He paused, smiled. Dimples flashed. “But it would have been damn good.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. Lilly savored the light moment, but at the same time she knew it did nothing to cut the tension that was so thick she could taste it.

“Once we find out who’s trying to kill us,” he said, sounding as disappointed and as unfulfilled as Lilly felt, “we can concentrate on what’s happening, or not happening, between us.”

Yes, that was logical.

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