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God, he wanted to be inside her. He reached for her, ready to kiss her and get her naked and on the ground before driving into her and making her scream beneath him. Instead, she danced off his lap with a scolding look on her face. When he reached behind him and grabbed hold of the bench, she straddled him again.
Somehow, she had removed her panties without him seeing. He was going to be the one screaming.
Chapter 13
Wendy held Rob’s penis in one hand, so close to her wet heat, and balanced against his shoulder with the other. He throbbed in her grasp, hard, rigid, and he bucked his hips, gently. As if she needed the reminder of where it went.
Instead, she raised herself up until he stopped moving.
When he lay still, she slammed down on him, taking him all in one immediate, hard movement. The pain of the swift entry was quickly replaced by the pleasure of friction. He groaned beneath her.
One of his hands moved toward her breast but she grabbed it, then twined her fingers through his, and pulled his arms around her back. He could break her hold if he wanted, but he was willing to do it her way.
It put her breasts close to his mouth, but she wasn’t going to let him taste her. In fact, she wasn’t going to let him do anything. Whatever medication he had been taking for his issue was working just fine, and she was going to make the most of it.
She rocked back and forth, raising and lowering herself and building the friction and her pleasure. Rob’s breathing got faster as her pace increased and his hips followed her movements. Like they were tuned together. Like he knew exactly how to move with her.
The tight coil low in her belly grew and she needed more freedom of movement, so she released Rob’s hands.
And he broke.
Hot, primal energy passed between them and he feasted on her throat and her neck with a raw, aching need. She shimmied against him and moaned, letting him take what he wanted. She balanced against his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders while her body drove her movements, lights swirling behind her eyes as her frantic pace increased until it moved solely by instinct, finally exploding in a sensation of light and release.
She was on the grass within seconds with Rob still between her legs, pushing into her to satisfy his own driving need. She locked her ankles around his hips and wrapped her arms around him, making him work with limited movements. The position also drove him deeper into her, and her second orgasm built.
He jerked inside her, the delicious friction setting her off again so close to the first time. He pressed his forehead against hers, his chest heaving with spent breath. She dragged his head down so she could kiss him. Hard, demanding, without surrender.
“Apology accepted,” he said
***
The buzzing of Wendy’s cell phone destroyed the cocoon of happiness made up of Rob’s arms, her thick blanket, and nothing else. “Nooooooooo,” she said.
The only thing that had existed for her for the past ten hours was within the four walls of her room. She and Rob had left the orchard and snuck upstairs, where she let him finish what she had stopped the night before. Twenty-four hours made a hell of a difference.
The ringing stopped, only to start again a moment later.
“Can you see who it is?” Rob asked.
Wendy grumbled and reached for her nightstand. The area code and exchange fit in with Steward Hotels corporate location. “I don’t want to answer this.”
Because she knew it wouldn’t feel good, and therefore went against her new philosophy.
“So don’t.” Rob nuzzled her neck and threw his leg over hers. The curly sprigs of his hair tickled her skin.
The ringing continued, and her work ethic could only be pushed so far. “Hello.”
“Wendy, hi. It’s Beth in Human Resources. Sorry to call so early, but I wanted you to be able to think things over before tomorrow. I didn’t know how busy your day was.”
“Hi, Beth. It’s fine.” Every nerve went on alert and she folded her arm across the blanket on her chest to smother the sudden chill. Rob propped himself on his elbow, his hazel eyes darkening with concern.
“I’ve read your letter and went over my notes and your contract. Emotionally, I’m on your side.”
It wouldn’t work.
“But you. You’ve inherited a big bundle of uncertainty along with that inn. Going strictly by what’s in your contract, Tina or any executive officer could fire you for cause. You have a non-compete agreement for any type of boarding establishment.”
Coldness seeped under Wendy’s skin. She could lose her relationship with Fountenoy Hall. The one constant in her life, with Grandma at the heart of it. “You’re kidding me.”
