Cherry Adair - T-flac 06 (25 page)

Her pupils dilated as she whispered, "I don't know what to do with my hands."

His penis leaped in anticipation. "Anything you want." He took her hands and put them palms down on his chest. Her fingers curled against his burning skin, as she stared up at him, lips parted. "Kiss me."

Hooking his thumbs into the silky spandex leggings encasing her hips and legs, he gave a tug. He'd kiss her until the earth's light died. He'd kiss her until she didn't know where she stopped and he began. He'd waited so damn long for this that he didn't want to skip one infinitesimal step.

"Yeah, sure, in a minute," he told her dismissively. Oh, he'd kiss her all right. But not until her mind and body were on the same page. "If I have time. Damn, these things are tight," he gritted out. "How did you get into—ah, just like Christmas."

He skimmed the leggings down her legs, taking an interesting-looking white thong with them. Not so utilitarian after all, sweet Lily.

She was naked.

Pale and naked.

Pink and naked.

Beautifully, gloriously naked.

He wanted a portrait painted of her just like this.

Her skin was satin smooth, flawless, lickably silky, begging to be tasted. He was so hard he was in pain.

Was quick sex really what she wanted? No emotion? She'd held him off for… hell, forever. And now she wanted it fast and dirty? "Are you sure this is what you want, Lily?" he asked, watching her eyes darken and lose focus.

"I'm standing here naked, aren't I?" She reached out and hooked her fingers into his belt loops, jerking his hips toward hers. "One of us is overdressed for this party." Her fingers went for his fly. She was going to have a tough time getting his zipper down over his erection, but he let her fight it for a while.

She was trying damn hard, but he was harder. He pushed her hand aside. "I'll do it."

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He was primed as a pistol, and so ready for her, her desire to have fast-and-dirty sex might become a reality.

When she reached for him again, he kicked off his jeans and shorts and sat down naked on the rumpled bed. He reached out and pulled her between his spread knees before she could back away. She gave a startled yelp as he held her in place, implacable hands bracketing her hips, thighs clamping around hers.

"There's fast," he murmured, leaning forward to place his open mouth on her smooth belly. "And then there's
mm-mm
good."

Twelve

Mm-mm
good? Lily thought vaguely. She'd gone from simmer to boil before she'd taken her top off.

Oh, God. Don't seduce me. Don't make this perfect, she thought desperately, fisting her hands in Derek's hair as his mouth, warm and firm, glided across her stomach on a slow path designed to swamp her defenses. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Don't make me feel as though this could be forever when I
know, for you, there's no such thing
.

Wham bam, thank you, ma'am would scratch both their itches, and allow her to emerge unscathed. But Derek wasn't letting her have her way in this. He seemed determined to take his sweet time tormenting her.

No fair! This was her party. She should be allowed to dictate which sensations received invitations.

But, as always, Derek had his own agenda.

She shifted, and his hard fingers tightened implacably around her naked hips. Did he think she was going to call uncle
now
? Her head felt unbearably heavy as he held her against his mouth, as though she were a particularly juicy ear of corn he wanted to savor.

The analogy was spot-on accurate as she felt herself melt like butter under the slow, hot onslaught of his mouth. Her head fell back and she gave a little moan.

"I love the feel of your skin," he said, lifting his head as his thumbs brushed her hips. "Just as I imagined.

Smooth and silky as it looks. And Christ. Soft. So soft." He trailed burning kisses across her belly button, then made her body tighten when she felt the hot lave of his tongue on her skin.

Lily's knees buckled; only his strong hands held her upright. "Derek—"

"I'm not doing this the way you think you want it, sweetheart," he murmured thickly as his hands curved over her hips to stroke her bottom. "I've waited a goddamned eternity for this moment. Nobody's going to rush me. Not even you." He brushed a heated kiss across her left breast, then took her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth.

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Lily's bones melted. His strong arms held her upright. Every nerve and cell in her body felt alive and alert. Head back, eyes tightly shut, she felt each silken strand of his hair between her fisted fingers. She felt the hairy rasp of his legs against the smooth skin of her thighs as he clamped her between his knees to keep her where he wanted her.

His hands were lightly callused, erotically so, as he skimmed them slowly up her back, tracing the indentation of her spine. "Once," he said with a dry chuckle, "I lived for months on one sighting of your bare feet."

"Bare feet?" Lily asked vaguely. There were no words to describe the sensation of him suckling her nipple. It felt… sharp… sweet… frustrating… blissful as he curled his agile tongue around and around in a maddening caress that left Lily jumpy and aching for more.

"When we went to the movies. You wore high-heeled sandals. Your feet were bare. You always wear work boots. It was the first time in my life I realized I had a thing for feet. Your feet."

Lily felt a bubble of amusement fill her chest. Silly man. She ran her hands down his skull, feeling his hard head cushioned beneath the silky weight of his hair. He needed a haircut, she thought, as she cradled the back of his head and at the same time exerted enough pressure for him to suckle her nipple harder.

Laughter, lust, some other L word bubbled up in her chest as she said weakly, "My feet are bare now, too."

"Hard to imagine," he said, voice muffled, "but I found something I like even better." He kissed the side of her breast. "But hold that thought."

Her fingers trailed down the back of his strong neck and then she had to spread her hands on top of his broad shoulders as he moved with exquisite care across the hill and valley from one breast to the other.

This so wasn't what she'd had in mind, Lily thought with one of her few remaining brain cells. But then, how could she have imagined anything like this? Her experiences with men were pitifully few, and Sean…

she wasn't sure Sean even
counted
as an experience.

Oh, Derek Wright was in a league all his own.

And oh boy.

"Are we thinking—ah—of taking this to a flat surface soon? Or are we doing it where we stand?"

He peppered the dip between her breasts with kisses. "No hurry."

"This from a man whose—" erection was so hard and enormous Lily felt it move impatiently against her thigh as if it were alive and knocking for entrance. Saliva dried up in her mouth; her heart pounded painfully against her ribs. She felt both hazy and preternaturally alert. Her skin felt too sensitive, all the pleasure nerves exposed. Her breasts felt hot and tender; her skin buzzed as if electrically charged.

His hand came up to stroke her breast, sending hot shivers all the way down to her toes. "Whose?" he asked huskily, breath hot and damp against her skin, dark head still bent over her breast. Hands still on his shoulders, Lily dropped onto the bed, her knees on either side of his hips. She brought her hands up to cup his face, then tilted it up so she could see his eyes. Clear. Steady. Hot blue.

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A part of her wanted to push him away. Making love with him would bring her more unhappiness in the long run than she'd ever known.

Run. Now. Don't look back!

But, God, how could something that felt so right be wrong? Hadn't she dreamed of this—even on her wedding night? Hadn't she imagined her husband's arms to be those of the man she'd fled because she'd been too afraid of the strength and power of her attraction to him?

Yes, she thought. She had. She'd wanted Derek even then and the time for running was long past. That was then. This was now. And now, she wanted to sink down on him, take his entire length inside her and ride him hard and wild. Her body shuddered with longing, with the primal urge to mate with this man. To stake her claim. "Please tell me you brought condoms?" she said, a desperate hitch in her voice.

This was just sex, she reminded herself.
Just. Sex
.

It helped matters that her body was having a damn good time in the process, that her brain was on vacation and her lips had gone numb.

But it was just sex.

"I did, sweetheart, and I'll certainly use one if that's what you want. But I haven't had sex in six years, and got a clean bill of health at my last annual ph—"

She stared at him, eyes wide. "
Six years
?"

"Yeah."

"How could a man like you not have sex in six
years
?"

He raised a dark brow. "A man like me?"

Speechless, Lily waved a hand to encompass him from head to toe.

His eyes crinkled. "Maybe I was waiting for my Princess Charming?"

"Do you want mayo with that baloney?" Lily asked sweetly. "The rubber isn't for me anyway. It's to protect
you
."

"You've never slept with anyone but Sean."

True. "And everyone
he
slept with. Please?"

"You did know."

"Yes."

"How long?"

She didn't misunderstand him. "We didn't have sex after the first night of our honeymoon."

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He did a double take. "Never?"

"Never."

Stunned, he looked at her. "You're practically a virgin."

Her lips twitched. "I don't think
practically
would count if I wanted to become a nun."

He touched her warm cheek with his fingertips. "I'm thinking you don't."

"Not right this very moment. No."

"Fortunate."

"Isn't it?"

He shifted her body as easily as if she weighed nothing at all, and grabbed up his duffel from the floor.

He reached inside and pulled out a handful of foil packets.

"I'm not worried, Lily. It's been years for both of us. But I'll wear the rubber—unless you'd like us to make a baby tonight."

God, she'd forgotten. How stupid was that? She'd been so worried about possibly contaminating Derek with whatever Sean might have left in her, she'd never considered the possibility of pregnancy. But a baby… Her heart hurt at the temptation.

"No," she said achingly. "I don't."

He nodded, glanced at her and asked politely, "Two or three? Or do you only have time for one quickie?" Pretending not to be horny enough to gnaw off his own hand was stretching his willpower paper thin.

"One should do it." She gave him an uncertain look as she casually pulled the pillow onto her lap to cover herself. "Shouldn't it?"