Page 73 of The Last Love Song
“This isn’t the right place. I didn’t bring you here for this—honestly.”
She pressed kisses along his jaw, her hands running back and forth across his shoulders, heating his skin through his shirt.
“I think it’s a great place,” she whispered against his skin, her tongue darting out to tease the spot below his ear. “Especially for a woman who wants to take a risk.”
“You should be comfortable.” He didn’t want her hurting herself. Couldn’t let that happen again.
“I’m going to be incredibly comfortable on your lap,” she said, her hand finding his thigh and rubbing a slow, torturous path up one leg. “And I’m on different medicine, so I’m not going to worry about my joints. It hurts more now simply wanting to be with you.”
It was killing him, too.
Vowing to be careful with her, he pulled her onto his lap, and her long pink skirt fell around his legs like a blanket. She had goose bumps on her chest. He breathed kisses along the tops of her breasts, spanning her shoulders with his palms. The soft sounds she made in the back of her throat urged him on, driving him a little crazy.
Everything else disappeared—the worries he’d had all week about where they’d go from here, the knowledge that she needed to leave here to be happy. This second, none of it mattered. What they were feeling was bigger than any of that. If this was all the time he had with her, he would make sure she remembered every moment.
Peeling the skinny gray bra straps off her shoulders, he tugged them down until the cups stripped away from her curves. The muted sunshine slipping through the blinds burnished her skin to a soft gold, the taut peaks to bronze. Cradling her hips with one arm, he brought her closer to capture one tight crest in his mouth. She arched her back, her fingers locking around his neck to hold on tighter while he stroked and laved and nipped at her. All the while her skin flushed to a deeper rose, her temperature rising right along with his. When he juggled hishold on her to find the other peak, she freed her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt.
She made slow work of the fastenings, her fingers pausing whenever he drew on her nipple, her breath coming faster. His blood surged hot, his body rock hard with want.
He found her bare ankle and circled it, sliding off her shoe. He followed the back of her calf beneath her long skirt, mesmerized by the softness of her skin as he touched the hollow behind her knee. She felt so warm, and each inch that he traveled with his palm only turned hotter. By the time he cupped her satin-covered bottom, she wriggled against him in earnest, yanking his shirt off.
“I want you inside me.” She lowered her mouth to his chest and pressed a kiss to one flat pectoral muscle. “Please say you have the necessary accessory to make that happen.”
Any other time he would have smiled at the word choice. Right now, he was too busy congratulating himself that he was an optimist and yes, carried a condom.
“Back pocket. But I’m not letting you go, so you’re on your own to find it.” He toyed with the satin hem of her panties, sliding one finger beneath it and then two, hardly able to tell where satin and silky skin began.
She skimmed a touch up the front of his pants, drawing a groan from him.
“Here?” she asked, teasing a touch back down the length of him.
“Wicked, wicked woman,” he breathed in her right ear, then gave the outer rim a gentle nip.
“Eager woman,” she corrected, sliding her skirt higher on her thigh.
Higher.
When he spotted a hint of gray satin panties, she shifted to straddle him.
“I might need help,” she admitted, rocking her core against him, right where he needed her most.
He was seeing stars behind his eyelids. Every time they touched, it just got better and better.
“Where?” he asked, skimming the back of his knuckles up the front of her underwear. And down again, landing in the hot, damp center of the fabric. “Here?”
Head thrown back, her chest heaved, her nipple right at mouth level. He sucked one into his mouth and slid a finger beneath the soft satin, stroking along the slick folds.
“Yes. There.” She lifted herself slightly, her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as she leaned forward. Then back, angling herself right where she wanted him.
He teased the nipple with his tongue. Flicked his thumb back and forth across the taut bud of her sex. When she went still, he touched her harder, a rush of power pumping through him at the thought of giving her pleasure.
She broke apart with a harsh cry, her body stiffening against him for a long, long moment while he sank two fingers inside her. Felt the sweet, gentle pulse of her feminine muscles around him.
He wanted to taste her more than he wanted his next breath, but he knew this wasn’t the place. Wasn’t sure he could get her comfortable. He reached into his back pocket with one hand, found his wallet and awkwardly dragged out a condom. She sagged against him, her hip resting against his chest while his fingers were still buried deep inside her. Her harsh breathing was sweet music in his ears. He ripped the condom packet with his teeth.
“Oh, let me.” Her eyelids fluttered, bright points of blue as she gazed down at him. “I can help.”
She unzipped his pants and yanked them down, then took the condom and rolled it onto him with trembling fingers.He gripped her hips to position her right where he needed her. When he looked up at her, she was still wide-eyed and fascinated, her gaze on him. Them.
