Page 34 of 40 and (Tired of) Faking It
He couldn’t deny he was more than hard enough to slide the latex on easily. “I think I’ve done my share of the work this morning.” Moving back to his side of the bed, he stuffed his pillow behind his back and leaned against the headboard. “Come on,” he said, gesturing Lily over to join him.
She hesitated. “What do you want me to do?”
He couldn’t help but wink at her. “Feed me.” Taking her onto his lap, he held his cock upright and guided Lily over it until she could ease herself down. The feel of her engulfing him… Fuck.
Lily dropped the last couple of inches to settle on his thighs. The growl that escaped him mingled with her gasp. Her body was wet. Hot. Perfect. His fingers dug into her hips as he breathed away the need to take her hard and fast, to find his own satisfaction after waiting so long, but he took firm control of himself and focused instead on the sight directly before his eyes: Lily’s breasts, round and full, her nipples lengthening under his gaze as her desire returned.
“Is this what you meant by feeding you?” she asked huskily.
He gathered her breasts in his hands, bringing both nipples to his mouth. “Yes,” he grated out.
She was just big enough that he could catch both tips between his lips. When he sucked them in, Lily choked, throwing her head back, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. “JD!”
He released her long enough to utter one word: “Ride.”
She did. Rising onto her knees, she dragged herself up his shaft. Dropped down hard. Rose. Dropped. As she got used to the feel of him inside her, she increased the pace, setting up a rhythm that had JD’s eyes rolling back in his head. A zing of pleasure shot down his spine, tightening his sac. He gripped her tender flesh, trying to ground himself as the pleasure threatened to wash him away. “Lily, God, don’t stop.”
She didn’t stop. Instead she drew his mouth back to her breasts. He sucked a hard nipple between his teeth, giving her that tingle of pain along with the pleasure. One hand cupped her ass, holding her hard to him. The other cupped her breast, teasing the tender tip until she threw back her head and cried out his name. He felt the flutters of her pleasure along his cock, milking him, urging him on, and then the world sheeted white as he joined her in climax.
They took a long time catching their breath, and even longer to move. Finally Lily stirred, raising her head from his shoulder where she’d dropped it, to check the alarm clock. “I have to go.”
Regret rose, but he knew she was right. “I’ll be at the office this afternoon.”
She leaned back, and, tilting his chin up until their gazes locked, she brought her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Smiled against his lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”
So was he, but not as much as he was looking forward to getting her in bed again.
Chapter Sixteen
There was a buzz underneath her skin that had never been there before, and Lily was pretty sure she was glowing. How could she not be after last night?
That glow lasted through the rush home for a shower. Through the mad scramble for clean, unwrinkled clothes to wear to the office. Even through the discovery that she had no time to even pop a pastry into the toaster to provide some sorely needed sustenance before she went to work.
It disappeared, however, the minute she walked into the office. Evan’s expression as she pushed through the door said everything she didn’t want to hear.
“That bad, huh?”
“Define bad.” He gave her rueful smile. “What’s the saying? Everyone who loves living in a small town also hates living in a small town—and for good reason.”
She couldn’t hold back a groan. Of course they did. Especially on days like today.
Holding a hand up, she bypassed the desk. “Just let me get my coffee before you burst my bubble.”
Evan hummed lightly under his breath.
“What does that mean?” She imitated the sound he’d made.
He laughed. “It means apparently you had no time to stop by Wildwoods this morning.”
“But I made it here without being late,” she pointed out.
“Not for lack of trying? What’s wrong with that man?”
“Just hush.”
Evan’s laugh followed her to the coffee pot, where she hid her blush behind a turned back while she took her time pouring coffee and doctoring it up. Only when she felt certain she was truly braced—and her cheeks had returned to their normal color—did she return to the front desk.
He stood waiting, no longer laughing. A stack of phone messages waited in his palm. “Happy Friday.” He handed the messages over. “Most of these don’t need responses, but I figured it was better to document just in case.”
