Page 108 of Nothing to This
JD’s splayed fingertips touched her head.“While you’re down there…”
Spinning around, she turned before surging to her feet.“Don’t you miss them already?What if something happens or they’re hurt?”she asked, glaring.“How can you make jokes?”
“They’re both wearing their trackers, and have enough security to raise their own army,” he said, winding his arms around her.“Now you’re all mine.I’ll distract you.What do you want?”
“What do I want?”she asked, suspicion narrowing one of her eyes.“That’s your seduction?Excuse me while I swoon.”
“I had a plan,” he said, one side of his mouth rising.“But you’re not shy about giving me direction and I don’t want to get it wrong.A misstep would be catastrophic.”
Coiling her arms around him, she lured him close.“Not getting laid is catastrophic?”
“You’ve made it clear the kids can’t know what’s going on between us.We’re on a clock, every minute counts.”
“Yes,” she whispered.“Every single minute.”
Which may be why he’d promised their daughter her grotto would remain.Who had time to tidy up when sex was the alternative?
Rising high on her tiptoes, she kissed him, barely letting their mouths linger before pulling away.Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway to her bedroom.Inside, she closed the door and kicked off her shoes.
“Are we changing?”he asked, probably meaning clothes.
Her answer came in stripping while backing toward the bed.“Do I have to spell it out…?I’m asking again… Make love to me, JD.Take advantage of every minute.”
Yanking his tee-shirt over his head, his jeans were on the floor too before he even reached her.Laughter left her when he picked her up to lay her on the bed, falling down over her.
“I want this to last, Rylee.”
Sliding her hands up his bare back into his hair, she pulled him down for a kiss.“Then think about baseball,” she said.“‘Cause if this isn’t as good as the first night, this relationship could be the shortest in history.”
“A relationship?Is that what we’re doing?”
“Let’s find out.”
Seeking his mouth, she kept control of the kiss while his hands went wandering on her body.He freed her from her underwear and tossed her bra aside, dipping lower to taste her breasts while she whimpered his name.
His insistence fought hers.Was it in him to surrender?No more than it was in her.
“JD,” she murmured, scooping his head into both hands, marrying their eyes.
“You putting on the brakes?”Kissing her quick and hard, he inhaled through his teeth.“Who’s in charge here?”
Her mouth leaped up to steal her own kiss.“Might take a while to figure that out.”
Hence why they had an entire weekend ahead.Their next kiss slowed, like their tongues needed to get reacquainted.Years had passed, paths diverged, but the truth, the need of their magnetism, hadn’t waned.
This was what they needed.Everything else faded away.Hands slid from faces, into hair, over sensitive flesh.Satisfying a need in their exploration, nothing but possibility lay ahead.
Moving beneath him, rising, breathing, writhing, contentment within burned to a searing passion.
“Siren,” he whispered on her lips.
Something passed to her, knowledge of his need and how it matched hers.Words, action, potential, a unity built to a drowning aura that consumed them.
Was it possible?All he wanted and the future he proposed?Men were second to her kids.Life with the twins was all she craved.
Or all she had craved until right then.Grabbing for his waist, she tried to push, tried to switch their places.She wanted control, progress, satiated.If he couldn’t—
“I got this, Siren,” he grumbled into the top of her head and surged up, plunging himself into her.
