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“I want to be with you tonight, Bodie.”
“You sure you won’t regret it tomorrow?” That was my worst fear—that she’d come to her senses in the morning and whatever we shared tonight would change everything between us. Having to face Luke followed. What would my friend say if he found out I had ravaged his sister? A chill began to seep through my blood, cooling the consuming heat that Lacey’s touch had sparked.
Her hands went to my waist and she lined her torso up with mine. “Why in the world would you think that? Do you have any idea how long I’ve imagined this?”
Her pelvic bone pressed against my crotch. My hard-on nudged into her. I didn’t need any more encouragement, her confession erased any lingering doubts. My hands went behind her back, lowering her to the bed. I stretched out besideher, finally free to give in to the sheer desire that had been consuming me for weeks.
She threw her leg over my hip as her mouth crashed into mine. Need rolled through me. My fingertips danced along the hem of her shirt, skimming the top of her thigh. Her moan spurred me on, and I continued to explore the soft skin of her navel.
Her hands played over my pecs, running up and down my side. Where did little Lacey Cherish learn to kiss like this? A sharp pang of jealousy pierced my gut. But then she reached between us and edged past the waistband of my boxer briefs. I splayed a hand across her back, pulling her even closer while I dipped my head down to cover the sweet skin of her neck with hot, wet kisses.
“Bodie, do you have anything?” she mumbled against my mouth.
“Have anything?”
“A condom. Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, check.” She slid her hands between us, pushing on my chest.
“Are you sure?” Things were moving so fast. I wanted to make sure she was absolutely certain.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Anticipation slid through my gut. I hadn’t had the need for any kind of protection in too long. I felt around for my wallet on the nightstand and breathed a sigh of relief when my fingers closed around the edges of a packet.
While I’d been groping around the nightstand Lacey must have taken the opportunity to remove the shirt I’d given her. My hands felt for her, closing around her shoulders. I trailed a finger down her collarbone then between her breasts.
Her breath hitched as my mouth followed. When my lips met the rounded curve of her breast, she hiked her leg behind me, drawing me against her. Her fingers fumbled with my waistband then slid my briefs down my legs. I kicked them off, no longer worried about the aftermath. All that mattered was here and now.
Lacey’s hand reached for me, tentatively, unsure, like she’d suddenly shrugged off the bold attitude she’d been trying on. I slid a hand between us, past the waistband of her bikini-bottom underwear. That must have given her the encouragement she needed. Her fingers closed around my length, making me hiss in a satisfying breath. If I wasn’t careful I’d lose it before I ever got to feel the slick heat of her surround me—something I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since I saw her back in town so many months ago.
I slipped a finger over her then dipped it inside, her wetness turning me on even more. The damn panties needed to be gone. I slid them down her legs. She tucked her knees up closer to her chest so I could ease them all the way off. Skin to skin, heat to heat, our bodies collided.
Losing track of whose hands were where, I gave into her touch, in the sheer closeness of having her pressed against me. Before I could talk myself out of it, I rolled on the condom. She rose to straddle me, taking control. My hands reached for her, closing around her waist, guiding her down on top of me.
I eased into her, holding back while we adjusted to joining together. My pulse thundered, rushing through my ears. The need to bury myself deep inside her raged through me. Until finally, she took all of me, surrounding me with her heat, clenching around me.
Groaning, I bucked up, needing to fill her, to make her feel as completely lost to me as I was to her. She pressed her hands to my pecs, lifting her hips then lowering back onto me, overand over again. I rose up, sliding her onto my lap until her legs clasped behind me. My mouth closed around a nipple, sucking, nibbling.
“Bodie . . .” My name on her lips drove me on, faster and faster until I couldn’t hear anything except the sound of our bodies coming together. Her moan started in the back of her throat, rising until it vibrated against my ear. She clenched her legs, squeezing my waist between her thighs. I wished I could see her face when she came; I wanted to memorize the look I’d put there. Pausing, I held her tight against me while the momentum of her release exploded through her. She clung to me, her fingers gripping me so hard I’d probably have finger-shaped bruises on my shoulders. I loved how she didn’t hold back, how she let herself go, how she wrung out the last bit she could, riding her release until her hips stilled, her chest heaving against mine while she caught her breath.
Then I laid her down gently on her back. Hovering over her, I lowered myself onto her, into her. It didn’t take but a few deep thrusts for me to lose myself. I strained, not wanting to crush her under my weight, as the power behind my own release flowed through me, draining me.
Spent, I collapsed, pulling her over, so she sprawled on top of me. My fingers trailed from the base of her spine all the way up her back then down again. Feelings I didn’t want to experience crowded into my heart. I couldn’t be falling for Lacey. It would cause too many problems. Things were already too tense between my family and the town.
But any resistance I felt was shattered by the way she climbed back on top of me. My dick stirred against the wet heat of her core. “Can we do that again?”
CHAPTER 26
LACEY
Daylight.It had to be morning. I opened my eyes to the hard planes of a man’s chest. A naked man’s chest. Remnants of the early-morning hours pieced themselves together as I lay there paralyzed, afraid to move. Bodie’s rib cage rose and fell as he took even breaths. Thankfully, he was still asleep. I tried to get up but something had me pinned. His hand splayed over one of my butt cheeks. My naked butt cheek.
Embarrassment prickled along my nerve endings. I’d been so brazen last night. Taken from him so freely. As I chased sleep away, I did a quick body check of all my parts. A delicious soreness ached between my legs. My thighs chafed from where his whiskers had rubbed against them. Had that been during round two or three? I almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the moment. Talk about an awkward morning after.
I ducked out from under his arm and took refuge in the bathroom. As I flipped on the light, I gasped as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Two—no, make that three—hickeys dotted my neck. One more sat on top of my left breast. My core quivered at the memory of Bodie sucking and pinchingand licking and, oh hell, I had to stop thinking about it or I’d get turned on again.
