Page 107 of My UnTrue Love
“You know that’s not gonna work.” Big palms slid along the inside of her legs, opening them, and Clementine bit back a whimper. “You can’t ever escape me.”
“Is that Bill?” Johnny demanded.
“Yes.” Clem got out, although she was talking to Bill and not Johnny. The hem of her nightshirt was hiked up, revealing her damp underwear. His thumbs stroked along the soaked cotton and Clem’s eyes drifted shut in pleasure.
Bill gave an animalistic rumble of contentment and dipped his head to taste a freckle on her thigh. “Hang up now, darlin’.”
“Okay.” She agreed, but she was too overcome to actually hit the “end call” button. Bill’s tongue licked higher, and she just let the phone drop to the mattress.
Bill chuckled and began working Clem’s underwear off. She lifted her hips to help him, because it seemed insane to do otherwise. She wanted nothing between them. Just his skin on hers. He situated himself over her prone body and she gasped at the feel of his hot flesh. She opened her legs farther to make room for his hips.
His blue eyes were aflame. “I love that nightlight bein’ on.” He breathed into her ear. “I love seein’ how gorgeous your smile is. How pretty your body looks. How responsive you are to my touch.” He nuzzled her temple. “My wife.”
If even a teeny bit of Clementine was still trying to resist him, it vanished under his praise. “Bill.” She whispered wantonly.
“Clem?” Johnny’s voice sounded tinny and distant. “Hello? Did we get cut off?”
Bill maneuvered over Clementine’s eager body. She relished the feel of his weight on top of her. Who could have predicted it would feel that exhilarating?
Oh, that’s right,shedid!
And it was even better than she imagined. She nibbled on his collarbone, just because she could, loving how he blanketed her whole body.
Bill paused to kiss her deeply, before grabbing the phone himself. “Howdy, John.” He said and he sounded out of breath.
Some part of Clem knew those two talking was a Bad idea, but she was beyond caring. Just like she was beyond caring about her unperky breasts. She just wanted them pressed up against Bill. It was imperative. She struggled out of her stupidbird-covered sleepwear, grateful that she’d foregone wearing a bra. She needed to feel him. Right now.
She was in such a hurry that the fabric got stuck. “Shoot!”
“What’s going on?” Johnny asked indignantly. “Where’s Clem?”
Bill held the phone between his shoulder and ear to help her out of the nightgown. “She’s right here with me, of course.”
Johnny apparently saw that as an opportunity to launch into another diatribe. “You’re nothing but an insane stalker!” He ranted at maximum volume. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to? I know you tricked Clementine into being your muse. I know you told the whole internet my real name. I know you’re the one who sent those texts to Vulture Valente. I know you’re the one who got me nominated to the Red River Gazette’s Worst Dressed List.”
Clem snorted in amusement, because that last prank was a new one.
“To be fair, John, I think it was that fringe coat you wear that got you nominated.” Bill wrestled Clementine free of her nightshirt. The fabric went flying and his scorching gaze roamed all over her soft, pillow-y breasts.
She’d always expected to feel uncomfortable about being naked with a man, but there wasn’t much room for shyness with Bill. He wanted to see everything and he liked everything he saw, even the saggy, pudgy parts. She could tell.
Clem preened under his worshipful gaze.
Blue eyes glinted with that magical, electric light. The coyote was fully awake inside of him. Participating in this. Obsessed with her. She recalled reading someplace that shifter-species sometimes transformed into their other forms during sex. She gave a whimper of desire at the idea.
His answering smile was savage and dangerous andwonderful.
“You’re not going to beat me, you son of a bitch!” Johnny proclaimed grandly. “You don’t understand the history I share with Clementine.”
“Well, you go right ahead and enjoy that history, John. I’ll be having her future.”
Johnny didn’t appreciate Bill’s confident promise. “Put her back on the phone,now. We’re right in the middle of something.”
“Why, we’re right in the middle of something, too.” Bill’s once-in-a-generation voice was rougher than usual, and it did crazy things to Clem’s insides. He stopped touching her just long enough to grab a tube of lubricant off of his nightstand.
“Where did that come from?” She asked.
“I bought it just for you. You wanna see how it works?”
