Page 51 of The Sheriff's Baby

It took him a moment to realize why she’d volunteered that. Then, he spotted the condom that she had likely taken from the drawer of his nightstand. It was a reminder they’d used one five months ago, and she’d still gotten pregnant.

“I haven’t been with anyone else, either, in a long time,” he told her and could have added that she was the only woman he wanted.

“So, not necessary,” she muttered, tossing the condom onto the vanity.

Without taking her attention off him, she pulled off the loose clothes, tossing them on the floor next to his.

“I’ll be careful,” she said when he glanced down at the wet tiled floor. “Maybe you can hold on tight to me to make sure we don’t slip.”

And she stepped inside under the spray of warm water. In the same motion, she looped her arm around his neck and pulled him to her.

She kissed him.

Hard, hungry and long. This was no kiss of comfort, and yet it accomplished just that. Comfort. Then, a whole mountain of heat. She kissed and kissed until the nightmarish images just slid away.

“The bathroom door is locked,” she muttered. “Our phones are right on the vanity where we’ll be able to hear them. And we aren’t going to think about this,” she tacked onto that.

Good. Because Duncan didn’t want to think. He just wanted Joelle, and he wanted her now. Apparently, she was on the same page because she added some clever touching to the deep kiss. She slid her hand between their naked bodies. Down his chest. To his stomach. Then, over his erection.

If Duncan had actually wanted to do any thinking, that would have put an end to it. The only thing on his mind right now was taking Joelle.

Joelle got that taking started by hooking her arms around his neck and pulling herself up. He gladly helped with that by putting his arm underneath her bottom and lifting her until they were facing each other.

The kiss continued, raging on, cranking up the heat even more. But that heat was a drop in the bucket compared to Joelle’s wet breasts sliding against his chest and with their centers pressed right against each other.

Duncan had to fight the urge just to push into her, to give both their bodies what they were demanding. But he purposely slowed so he could savor this. He eased back on the urgency of the kiss, and he kept his touch light as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumb over her nipple.

She gave an aroused moan, and her head lolled to the side, exposing her throat. Duncan took advantage of that and slid both his mouth and tongue down her neck. Pleasuring her. Pleasuring himself.

The angle was all wrong for him to kiss her breasts so he levered her up even more, using the shower wall to stop them from falling. Once he had her high enough, he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

This time her moan was a whole lot louder, and the kiss kicked up the urgency again. She worked her way back down, aligning their centers again, notching up Duncan’s own urgency when she slid herself against him.

No way could he hold off after that so he anchored her again by holding her bottom while he pushed into her. He got an instant slam of sensations. Pleasure. So much pleasure. But more. This was right. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for these past five months. Hell, longer. Since he’d wanted Joelle for as long as he could remember.

It was a balancing act to stay on his feet, but Duncan adjusted his position, and he started the slow deep strokes inside her. All thoughts of, well, pretty much everything vanished. Everything except this. The right here, right now. Everything except Joelle.

The need clawed its way through him, driving him to move faster. Pushing him to give Joelle both the pleasure and the release from this intense heat. It happened, and it didn’t take long. Not with their bodies starved for each other. Duncan only needed a few of those strokes when he felt her muscles clamp around him. When he felt the climax ripple through her.

“Duncan,” she muttered, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

And that was all he needed to push him right over the edge. Duncan held Joelle close and found his own release.

Chapter Fourteen

Joelle’s entire body felt slack. Sated. Incredible. But she also knew without a doubt that she wouldn’t be able to stand on what she was sure would be wobbly legs.

Duncan took care of that.

Just as he’d taken care of her with that sexual release.

He turned off the shower, scooped her up in his arms and stepped with her onto the rug. He didn’t stop there, either, but rather sat her on the vanity while he pulled a huge towel around her. Since he proceeded to dry her off, that meant she got an amazing view of his completely naked wet body.

Mercy, she wanted him all over again.

This had been the problem with them for years. The heat. The need. And she’d thought that once they finally ended up in bed five months ago, the need would lessen some. It hadn’t. And later, she was going to consider why that was. Consider, too, if it would ever go away.

Judging from the way her body was humming, the answer to that was no.

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