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His finger was working between her legs, and Lily’s eyes rolled back in her head. “I certainly don’t want just a one-off.”
“Good. Because you’re gonna go off a lot more than once.”
She’d have laughed at the thought if she wasn’t getting wet all over again. But she was.
God, she was.
His thumb circled her clit, his finger—no, two—continuing its smooth glide in and out. JD reached for her breast, and then he was working her nipple in tandem. Lily sucked in a hard breath. Sliding her hands under her thighs, she pulled, opening herself up to him, giving him all the access if only he’d keep giving her pleasure. When his tongue replaced his thumb, she realized to her surprise that JD was right—she could go off more than once. Her climax was right there, right at the edge of her awareness…
But she didn’t want to go off alone.
“JD,” she whined, curving her hips to allow him farther in.
A wicked grin pulled at his lips, that dimple coming out to play. He pulled his fingers from her body, brought them to his mouth, and sucked her cream from his skin.
A mini detonation shook her body.
“Not yet, Lily.” He winked. “Wait for me.”
Her laugh was strained. “Then hurry up.”
She watched as he shucked his pants and underwear, opened the foil packet, and rolled the latex over his shaft. Long and thick. Perfect for giving her pleasure. Anticipation knotted her belly as he moved closer. The tip of his penis settled like it belonged within her opening, and then he was pushing forward, separating her to make his own place inside her body. Deeper and deeper and deeper until she felt his sac against her bottom and his eyes squeezed shut on a gravel-filled groan.
She raised her hands to his pecs, her thumbs finding his nipples. This time it was her turn to tell him, “You feel so good, JD. So, so good.”
His belly clenched above where they were joined. His eyes opened, that electric blue blazing in the dim room. “Holy shit, Lily.”
She couldn’t help it; she squeezed down on him, unable to wait a second longer for him to move. A rough cry left him, and then he pulled back, almost leaving her before he surged forward again
“Oh God. JD!”
His bark of laughter was full of need and zero amusement. He set up a rhythm, rough and hungry, pleasuring them both with the surge of his body inside her. One hand on her breast, fingers on her nipple, and the other at her nape, pulling her body down to meet every hard thrust. When he leaned in to bring their mouths together, hot and needy and desperate, he struck her clit with every advance, and in moments Lily shot over the edge all over again.
JD wasn’t far behind. Even as orgasm pulled her under, she watched his body strain, his face taut with pleasure. His mouth opened on a high cry. And then he collapsed on top of her, both of them sucking in breath, desperate for the air that had escaped them in climax. Lily savored JD’s weight above her, pressing her into the sofa cushions. He felt so good, so right. More right than she’d expected. Maybe even more right than she wanted him to.
Because a rightness like that? It could become addictive. And then she wouldn’t want him to leave.
Except he would. He had to. His life was elsewhere, and hers? It was here, in the town she loved. She’d have to say goodbye eventually.
And what would she do then?
Chapter Fifteen
Dawn was barely breaking when JD stirred. Cool sheets. Warm pillow.
Naked skin.
Lily lay beside him in the big bed he’d installed in the guest room farthest from the part of the house he and his grandparents had occupied. Her curls were scattered on the pillow, her face serene in the morning light, as if she’d slept without dreams or interruptions. Considering the night they’d had, he was certain she’d slept deep, exactly as he’d hoped.
She’d deserved the peace after what her ex had put her through. And he’d wanted to give it to her.
He wanted to regret keeping her up late into the night, but he couldn’t. He did regret having to wake her so early, but he knew she’d need to go home and get ready for work, and he wouldn’t add insult to rumor by making her late.
That didn’t mean he could resist touching her one more time.
Coming up on his elbow, he reached for the sheet she’d pulled over herself when they’d finally made it to the bed last night. The silky cotton slid easily from shoulders to breasts, catching on nipples slowly lengthening against the rasp of the fabric. His cock went stiff at the sight of those beautiful mounds, the firm tips. He’d always been a “breast man,” and Lily… Lord, he started to sweat just thinking about the possibility of getting his mouth on those pink nipples. Turning them bright red and hard with his touch. Scraping them with his teeth, locking them to the roof of his mouth and sucking to his heart’s content.
He breathed away the surge of need, refusing to rush this. Fisting the sheet, he drew it farther down, revealing the inward curve of her waist, the outward curve of her hips, just right for him to hold on to as he thrust inside her. Her breasts were mouthwatering, but her ass was great too. He craved her body in general. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever been with—New York was full of the world’s most beautiful people. Actresses, high-powered attorneys and politicians, heiresses. He wasn’t arrogant, but money gave you access, and he certainly enjoyed sampling. But there was something about Lily, about the simplicity of her body, of her personality that drew him deeply. She just did it for him. He craved having her, but he enjoyed merely being with her too. He certainly hoped she felt the same, because for the length of his stay here in Black Wolf’s Bluff, he had every intention of continuing their time together.
