Healing Hearts (The Challenge Series) by Liz Crowe Page B

the room had dimmed for the music and dancing, he dropped three hundred in cash on the table, more than enough to cover the meal, wine, and a healthy tip, and took her hand.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, giggling when he pushed her up against the side of his SUV and dove into her mouth, sweeping into it with his tongue, his hands cradling her face then buried in her hair. She molded into him, making that damn noise, the one that made him insane, down in her throat.
    He broke from her, stared into her eyes. “Yes.”
     
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    The short ride back to his cabin passed with the comfortable silence that comes when two people have a clear grasp on the evening’s agenda. He jumped out and ran around to open her door and started to help her down. “Hang on,” he said, then tugged her right over his shoulder, making her yelp and laugh as he carried her across the muddy front lawn, putting her down when the door opened and the dog barked an excited welcome.
    “I still don’t have any protection,” he whispered, as he kissed the side of her neck, making her sigh and thread her fingers in his hair.
    “I’m on the pill. No worries there. And I’m clean, but if you want we could go get…oh, God….” He unbuttoned her shirt, slid the silk down to the floor, and had her bra off in an eye blink. Dropping to his knees, he sighed and slid her skirt down then kissed his way up from her bare sex to her breasts, giving each of them a gentle laving.
    “You are perfect,” he said as she shut out everything but the feel of his lips and touch. “Leave on the shoes. I wanna fuck you while you wear them.”
    She grinned at him, helped him out of his clothes, and turned around, propping against the back of the couch. “Take me this way, Jay. I want it.”
    He slid his hands up her hips to her waist, cupping her breasts and kissing her neck, making her arch her back. “Yes.” She exhaled as the orgasm glimmered on her horizon. “Oh, Jay…please.”
    He groaned, shifted his hips, and filled her so completely she gasped at the stretching sensation. Last time, she’d been so blind with lust. But the exquisite combination of pressures against her nipple, clit, and the fullness he gave her as he thrust deep made her cry out. Her body pulsed in a burst of erotic energy. He moaned and gripped both her hips, pounding into her hard, dragging the orgasm out to lengths she’d never thought possible.
    “Gonna come, baby, oh, Christ.” He grunted and shuddered then draped himself over her back, holding her tight as they completed the ancient dance together, shivering and trying to catch their collective breath.
    “Wow.” He slipped out of her and pulled her up and around to face him. “Talk about a personal space bubble violation, huh?” He ran a finger down her face and laid one of those tongue-tangling, mind-bending kisses on her, the light sheen of sweat on their skin drying under the breeze from the ceiling fan.
    “No lie.” She stepped into the bathroom. “I’d take some water, or something,” she called over her shoulder. He stood, watching her, hands on his hips, his shaft still hard, slick-looking against his belly.
    When she emerged, he held a cup of something that smelled delicious and an oxford cloth shirt. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and sipped the rich hot chocolate. “Wow, this is—”
    “Doctored up with alcohol, but not too bad.” He patted the couch next to him. She snuggled into his side. They sat, sipping, in total quiet for a few minutes. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered at the exact moment she said, “I should go.”
    She laughed and got to her feet, pulling him with her. “Tell you what, Longmire, you show me a little more of your orgasmic magic and I’ll stay. Maybe after a nap.”
    “Just friends, right?” He tilted his head, his eyes dark and face full of a different message.
    She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Absolutely. It’s like a sleepover. Only