Page 93 of Bountiful
She took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly. “It doesn’t even make sense to panic about something that didn’t evenhappen.”
“Not sure fear ever makes sense,” I argued. “I’ll be seeing those headlights for a long time whenever I closemyeyes.”
Her teary gaze met mine. “Thank you for pulling me out oftheway.”
“Anytime,” I said, then gave her asmile.
She returned my smile, but hers looked embarrassed. “Thank you for the comfort fuck up againstmydoor.”
“Anytime,” I repeated. Then I rolled on top of her. “If you’re still crying, though, maybe I didn’t do a thorough job of it. Maybe I’mslippin’.”
“Not hardly,” she whispered. Then she tugged my face down forakiss.
I got a little sidetracked then. I forgot myself in her kisses. Got lost as her tongue stroked against my own. Time slipped. Soft hands unbuttoned my shirt, and I shed it. I kicked off my boxers and climbed under the quiltwithher.
That’s how I found myself lying naked on top of Zara for the first time in two years, making sweet love to her neck. My body hummed with need, even though I’d just come like a fountain in the living room. But with Zara, there was no “off” switchforme.
She moaned into my mouth, and once again, everything was heat and wonder. She lifted her knees to hug my hips, and I groaned. I couldn’t resist turning my chin to find her hot mouthwithmine.
“Ungh,” I slurred against her tongue. Then I actuallychuckled.
“What’s so funny?” shepanted.
“I feel like a teenager. You kiss me and I just want to comeeverywhere.”
“So do it,” she whispered, then captured my lips inanotherkiss.
I moaned and pushed her down into the mattress, my erection against her belly. “Want you so bad. But I don’t have a condom.” I hadn’t had one in the living room, either. I had to get off of her right now or we’d end up doing itagain.
She grabbed my elbow to keep me right where I was. “It’s okay. I have anIUDnow.”
“Yeah?”
She smiled at me, dragging a thumb across my lip. Goosebumps broke out on my back. Then, beneath me, she spread her legs with an unmistakableinvitation.
“Fuck,” I whispered, and it came out sounding hoarse. “Missed you, baby.” I lifted one of her knees and pushed inside. “So much,” I ground out, too stupid with lust to keep that tomyself.
We tumbled into another kiss. And when I began to move, it was a sensory overload. Her soft body under mine, my hungry tongue in her mouth. I tried to slow down and relax, but my body fought for more. My hips pumped, and her long legs wrapped around me tightly.Again.
For the second time tonight, it was burning madness—all muscle and motion, and her brown eyes boring into mine. Then her hot gasps turned vocal—as if the pleasure were too much to keep inside. I’d been fantasizing about this for two years, but the real thing was even more intense than I’dremembered.
I pinned her hips down to the mattress with firm hands. She was panting now, her head thrown back, stomach muscles tight. “Give it to me,” I begged, fucking her in long strokes. Maybe I was turning into a sap—someone I barely recognized. But taking her in her bed again felt likecominghome.
Afterward we lay there,ruined. Our breathing was loud, and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. She closed her eyes and turned her face away, as if it were all too much. Her first impulse was—as always—to put a little distancebetweenus.
“No, baby.” I wasn’t having it. I reached out an arm and rolled her over again, halfway onto my body. “You’re not gonna shake me off so easily. You’re not kicking me out of your bed tonight. I’mstaying.”
“This was a bad idea.” She pressed her cheek against my shoulder and sighed. “We probably should have had tea and kept ourclotheson.”
“Tea instead of a doubleheader?” I chuckled. “Nofuckingway.”
She kissed me on the pec. “Am I at least allowed to visit thebathroom?”
“Only if you comerightback.”
She slid from the bed, and I admired her bare backside as she disappeared from the darkened room. She spent a few minutes out of sight. I heard the toilet flush, and footsteps as she walked around, shutting off thelastlamp.
When she slid into bed again, she said, “Won’t Bess wonder what happened to youtonight?”
