Page 35 of Star-Crossed
He connected the dancing dots as he moved downward to find the place on her flat abdomen where he throbbed against the deepest part of her. Gently pressing down with the heel of his palm, Cy paused when he could feel the resistance of her inner wall between these two parts of him.
Lyra’s lips parted on a startled little gasp.
“Know what I love?” Cy asked, changing only the angle of his hips to intensify the contact.
She shook her head emphatically, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“I love that I never know what the fuck you’re going to say.” Cy’s breath sawed raggedly in and out of his chest. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
The desire to move was torture, but he wanted to savor every second of it, to draw this pleasure out for as long as possible.
“Cy?”
“Yes?” he asked.
“Can you please rail me before God drops a goat on the greenhouse?”
He laughed while inside her.
Fuck.
So delicious.
But she had a point.
“You want me to rail you?”
Lyra arched her back in lieu of an answer, shamelessly tempting him with the friction.
Cy responded by drawing himself almost all the way out of her in preparation to bury himself again.
“Cy? You in here?”
His hips jerked to an abrupt stop at the sound of his father’s voice booming from the greenhouse door.
Startled by the interruption, Lyra let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and groan of dismay before Cy quickly pressed his palm over her mouth.
“Be right there,” he called back.
“If you find Lyra, will you let her know?”
“Will do!”
A creak, then the greenhouse door banged closed.
Cy exhaled the breath that had left his ribcage aching and rested his forearms on the worktable where Lyra lay spread-eagle to get better leverage.
“Oh Cy?” Marty called again.
“For fuck’ssake,” Cy growled under his breath, pounding a fist on the wood surface. “Yeah?”
“Ethan and Darby just got here!”
Christ.Had Vee and Myrtle invited the entire goddamn county?
“I’ll be right out,” he said through a jaw clenched in frustration.
The door banged closed a second time.
