Page 47 of Where It All Began
Shewas taking him over the edge. She tightened around him, and he made a desperate noise. He gripped her hips with both hands and slammed her down on his cock holding her there. His muscles froze, and she felt him come. His shout was triumphant, and it dragged her over the cliff after him. With him fully sheathed in her, her orgasm bloomed, and then he began to move again, thrusting through each shattering wave they shared until there was nothing left to give, and she was like water in his arms.
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The sound of a horn brought them back from the orgasmic abyss. The mental fog of satisfaction was so thick, it took a full ten seconds for Phoebe to realize it was her ass resting against the steering wheel that was making the horn sound.
John lifted her off the wheel.
“Did that just happen?” Phoebe murmured against his neck where she’d buried her face. His rough fingers trailed up and down her back in delicious, feather-light strokes.
“Yeah, it happened.”
“You don’t sound pleased. Are you mad?”
She felt rather than heard his laugh. “I don’t see how someone could be human and be mad afterthat.”
“But this wasn’t your plan,” she pressed.
John’s fingers found their way into her hair, combing their way through, still gentle.
“Maybe there’s something to be said about a detour. You know me, I like to work with nature rather than against it.”
“This was very natural,” she said, a sexy smile spreading her swollen lips. “No regrets?”
“Just one.”
Phoebe lifted her head to look into his eyes. He was relaxed, thoughtful, and still touching her in slow, sweet strokes. “What’s your regret?”
“That I didn’t listen to you sooner.”
She laughed and pressed a kiss to his closed lips. “Repeat after me. Phoebe is always right.”
He tickled her instead, and she got a funny feeling in her stomach when he flashed that crinkle-eyed grin. They were still joined, and the moment was so intimate it gave her pause. Mrs. Nordemann’s words echoed in her head.He’s ready to settle down. Why don’t you stay here?
From where she sat, with him still inside her, the idea didn’t sound quite as ludicrous. And that was what prompted her to lift off of John’s lap and slip onto the seat next to him. She needed to break that connection, or she’d end up broken hearted at the end of the summer.
John would fall for a different kind of woman. One who thrived on long silences and the quiet isolation of farm life. She had different plans for herself, different needs. As long as she could keep a sliver of distance between them, they could part ways at the end of the summer. Each free to pursue the future they’d planned.
He ran a finger over the line between her eyebrows. “Deep thoughts?”
“Anyone who has the power to think after that is inhuman,” she declared.
“I find your silence disconcerting,” he teased. “I like it better when you’re blurting out everything that goes through your mind.”
She laughed and leaned in to hug him. “Bet you wouldn’t have thought you’d feel that way when we first met.”
He grinned at her, and she pressed her face to his shoulder to quell the quiver in her belly.
“I have a question,” she confessed to his skin.
“What’s that?”
She trailed her teeth up his neck and over the edge of his jaw. “Can we do it again?”
He held her by her forearms. “Hang on, insatiable. Let’s talk a minute.”
“What’s there to talk about?” she asked innocently.
“Phoebe.” He said her name with a world weariness. “That was a big decision we just made. Let’s lay some ground rules.”
