Sex and Key Lime Pie by Kat Attalla Page A

pure sexual need. It had been a long time since she’d been wanted in that way. Nine years, to be exact. Was it enough to risk her emotions on?
    “You want to pick up where we left off?” She snapped her fingers. “Like nothing happened.”
    “Try to tell me you don’t want that too. It will take me five minutes to prove you wrong.”
    She didn’t want to pick up where they left off, but she wouldn’t mind a chance to start over. As the adults they now were, not the people they had been. With a sad shake of her head, she turned away from his heated gaze. “You don’t know me any more.”
    “I still know what you like.” He slid one arm across her shoulders from behind, pulling her against his rock hard body. God, he felt good. As warm as a fleece blanket, as solid as granite. “What makes you hot...” His free hand slipped inside the towel. Calloused fingers played across her stomach, causing ripples of pleasure to cascade over her. His hand moved lower, tangling in the damp mat of hair between her legs. “And wet.”
    Erotic sensations shot though her body. She shuddered. Her head and her hormones waged a battle within, and damned if her hormones weren’t winning. She should be outraged, not out of control. “I don’t want this.” But she did. She wanted to remember the good times. She wanted to forget the bad. To do that she needed to change the memories of Luc in her mind.
    His lips played over her shoulders, tasting, sucking and generally driving her distraction. “Then stop me.”
    “I can’t.”
    “I know. You never could say no to me.”
    She braced her hands against the wall for support. Her towel fell to the floor. Warm breath fanned her neck, sending chills along her spine. He continued to touch her, stroking lower with each caress. She loved the way he touched her, the way she responded to him. He knew her body more intimately than she did. As he found that sensitive bud under the folds of skin, she lost the will to put up even a token resistance for pride’s sake.
    A small gasp broke in her throat. The speed with which he aroused her had always been amazing. She fought against the sensations that threatened to send her over the edge too quickly. She wanted this to last, but Luc had other ideas.
    “Don’t fight it,” he muttered against her ear.
    He cupped a breast in one hand, rolling the nipple between his thump and forefinger until it pebbled to a hard throbbing point. Too much, too fast. Her head spun. He thrust against her, his arousal pressing firmly against her buttocks. Rough denim rubbed against her flesh. The barrier of his clothes became a torment. She needed to feel his skin, hot and damp against her body.
    “Give in to it, Chey.”
    She was so close, so ready that she could easily let go and enjoy the last free fall of this rollercoaster ride of excitement. But she didn’t want it like this. Not with her back to him. She needed to see his face. Needed him to be out of control too.
    In a move that caught him off guard, she spun around and met his confused gaze.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I want you inside me.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. Mindless of the fine quality of his shirt, she yanked it over his head. Muscled rippled across the wide expanse of his chest. She reached for his belt buckle and released it with one quick jerk. “Do you have a condom?”
    She might as well have dumped a bucket of ice water on him. With a painful groan, he took hold of her wrist. By the look of shock on his face, she knew the answer.
    She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
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    Luc leaned against the wall and tried to get his rapid heart rate under control. Not an easy task when the woman next to him still panted from the let down of unfulfilled sexual arousal. Cheyanne still loved to be touched. Her body responded to each caress with reckless abandon. She was so damn easy to get off and too damn hard to get over.
    He wasn’t sure which frustrated him more, being