Page 97 of Collect the Pieces

“What? Why?”

He tilts his head and stares at me until I comply.

I drag it up slowly, the soft fabric rustling against my legs.

“Higher.”

I bunch it around my waist.

“Good.” He steps closer and dribbles a few beads of the clear fluid on his fingers. “Let’s spice things up a little.”

“You’re about to chase me through the woods and mount me like a wild animal. Already seems kind of spicy.”

“Funny.” He slips his hand into my panties. I inch my feet apart and tilt my hips without him even asking. He inhales a deep, shuddery breath. “Good girl. You’re as eager to try this as I am.”

I lick my lips, then gasp as he gently rolls his slippery fingers around my clit. I’m already so worked up, dizzy, and excited, it doesn’t take long to bring me close to orgasm.

“Not yet.” He withdraws his hand and kisses my cheek.

“That’s mean.” I rub my thighs together. “I don’t feel anything…different.”

He glances at the bottle. “I don’t want to use too much the first time we try it. In case it’s too intense for you.”

“Intense?” I raise my eyebrows. Why hadn’t I thought of that?

He turns the bottle toward me, so I can read the label. “It’s supposed to be edible. If it starts to bother you,” his voice lowers to a deep rasp, “I’ll lick off every drop.”

My knees buckle.

He grabs a strip of condoms from the nightstand and shoves them in his pocket. “Don’t want to forget these.”

I almost open my mouth to say,since we already forgot them once this weekend, why ruin the fantasy? But after the way he reacted to me holding the babies earlier, it doesn’t seem like something to joke about.

Instead, I slip my sneakers on while he shrugs into a T-shirt.

“Let’s go.” He opens the door.

Downstairs, we run into Sparky and Stash, hanging out in the living room. I feel like I have a glowing sign above my head that announces off to fornicate in the woods.

But Jigsaw’s smooth and calm. He gives them a casual greeting and keeps right on walking toward the front door.

As we step outside, warmth spreads from my center. More than what I already feel. “I think it’s starting to do something.”

Jigsaw stops at the bottom of the stairs. “Good something or bad something?”

My eyebrows draw together in concentration. “Good for now.”

“Okay.”

Jigsaw glances inside the big garage. None of the trucks or SUVs that had been in it Friday night are there now. He keeps moving toward the same path we took to the bonfire.

When we reach the cinder block circle and charred remains, he stops.

“You ready?” He cups my face and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, stealing my answer.

The warmth and tingling intensify. Is it the arousal gel, or just him?

Breathless, I pull away.

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