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“Condom.” He grabbed his jeans, fishing for his wallet, and she clutched his wrist.
“Are you really clean? Tested?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
“Take me, Truman. Just you, with nothing between us. I want to feel all of you.”
He lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist, and she sank down onto his cock, feeling the broad head as it stroked over her sensitive nerves and every inch of his thick, hard shaft as he filled her.
“Oh God. Truman.”
She clung to him, angling his mouth so she could kiss him harder as his strong hands guided her hips in a fast rhythm, greedily fucking her. And she freaking loved it! He knew just how to move, taking her rough and hard, then easing to a torturously slow pace, until she was begging for more. An orgasm teased just out of reach, taunting her into a pleading mess of wanton desires.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, tearing her mouth from his. “Faster. Please, Truman. Come with me. I want to feel you lose control.”
Her back met the side of a van, giving him leverage to pound into her with reckless abandon and deftly shattering any hope of cognitive thought. Her limbs tingled, her insides pulsed, and when he buried his face in the tangles of her hair and grunted out her name, she exploded in a firestorm of sensations. Aware of every pulse of his release, every beat of his heart, every frantic breath he took, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she wasn’t falling for him. She’d already jumped.
Chapter Eighteen
AUTUMN SWEPT THROUGH Peaceful Harbor like an artist’s brush coloring everything in its path. Bursts of reds, oranges, yellows, and every hue in between flared from the trees and bushes along the streets, kissing the grass and sidewalks with promises of bare trees and even colder nights. Chilly mornings gave way to extra snuggles and led to steamy nights of endless lovemaking, and Gemma couldn’t be happier. It was the weekend before Halloween, five life-changing weeks since she’d met Truman. She spent most nights at his place, and probably had as many clothes at his apartment as she did at her own.
Crystal held up a royal blue gown with faux diamonds lacing the sweetheart neckline. “How about this one?” She waggled her brows and waved her hand above the neckline. “Perfectly bare, which is ideal for your pearl necklace.”
They were shopping for a gown for the fundraiser while Truman and the guys finished installing the door on the new bedroom wall. She’d offered to take the kids with her, but Truman had insisted that she needed time alone with Crystal. He was so thoughtful, always making sure she didn’t slight herself because of him or the kids. She wondered when he’d realize that spending time with him and the kids was her most favorite thing of all.
Gemma laughed and shook her head. “I really don’t want to go this year.”
“Gee, I hadn’t noticed. We’ve only spent the last three weeks looking at every dress store in Peaceful Harbor. I know we have plenty of time before the event, but at this rate…” Crystal hung the dress on the rack and glanced in the mirror, pulling her hair into an updo. “Maybe because you told your man not to go with you?”
“Are you kidding? I’d never punish him with the likes of my mother and her pretentious cohorts. Besides, he and I talked about it, and being around that many people would be too much for Kennedy.”
Both Lincoln and Kennedy had progressed well over the past few weeks. Lincoln had tried baby food and had gone straight through it, preferring finger foods, and he was sleeping through the night, which was a big milestone. And even though Kennedy had become less wary around strangers, the people who attended the fundraising events weren’t exactly warm and welcoming. She wasn’t about to put those sweet children in a situation she didn’t even want to be in. In addition to the kids, she had Truman to consider. He had his own worries and didn’t need the stress of contending with her awful mother.
Crystal dropped her hair and it tumbled loosely over her shoulders as she spun around and set a narrow-eyed stare on Gemma. “You still haven’t told your mother about him, have you?”
Gemma turned away, pretending to inspect another gown.
