Closer to My Heart (14 page)

Jane swatted him on the chest lightly. “You cannot tell your mother that her new daughter-in-law is a fan favorite on Playboy TV.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a second and then asked, “You wanna see it?”

He wrenched his face in disgust. “Hell, no! Why do you have it?”

“Oh, I just figured I’d keep it on file in case I ever needed it…you know, ‘bad renter’ and all. That, or to have it available in case the school system was itching to get rid of her. I mean, I know that kindergarten teacher doesn’t equal nun, but good Lord, she should try to be a little more discreet.”

“Yeah, but discretion was never in Andy’s vocabulary. I doubt it’s in Amber’s. Uh, you haven’t ever been on Playboy TV have you?” He looked a little alarmed.

“No! First of all, what if someone told my parents. Good God! What if my dad and his friends watched it during poker?” She shivered and made gagging sounds.

“Anyway, I would never want my partner to be ogled either. I mean, you’re mine. I don’t want any other women lusting after you. I certainly don’t want them getting a good look at your big, uh…ego.” She could feel him stirring against her bottom.

He growled. “Honey, you’re asking for it.”

“Ooh,” she moaned. “I can’t. I’m too sore.” But as she spoke, he was lifting her by the hips and settling her tender, swollen flesh over his thickened shaft. It stung for just a second as the engorged, weeping head pressed inward through her sensitized, swollen tissue, but once he was in he easily slid as deep and as far as he could go.

“Sshh,” he crooned. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I just need the connection, okay?”

He could be pressed into gentleness, but he was on a mission, she knew, and wouldn’t be deterred. Jane gasped and held her body still, waiting for the pinch to subside. When she let out her breath, he lifted her gently.

Lucas watched the pull and glide of her nether lips squeezing him like a fist. Her skin was flushed a deeper pink and weepy, and totally bald. He broke out in a sweat with the effort not to plow into her as deep and fast, and hard as he could. His tension was palpable and she found it unbelievably sexy that he was beyond denying himself any longer.

She could feel herself quickening, but overriding that was another, more pressing sensation. “Wait! Please, wait just a second, Lucas.” She grabbed at his hands resting on her hips.

He looked up at her dumbly.

“I have to go to the bathroom first! We’ve been in the bed forever.”

He blinked and then smiled because she was tired and fussy, but he let go of her and she eased herself off his body.

She laughed all the way into the bathroom because her muscles were sore and her bones were popping, and she was walking a little funky. Luke had ridden her hard, but she’d used his body just as ruthlessly. Unfortunately, their activities were coming back to haunt her.

She sat down on the toilet and left the light off so it wouldn’t bother their sensitive eyes. Lucas came in and grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and ran hot water on it. They were quiet as she finished up and he wrung it out.

He moved her over to sit on the side of the tub, and then knelt down on one knee so he could wash her body off and soothe her tenderness. He kissed her sweetly on the flat of her stomach, beneath her belly button, and laid his face against her belly. Jane cradled his head gently and closed her eyes.

When he was done, he stood up and turned her to face the mirror. She was standing in front of him, her smaller frame dwarfed in height and width by his larger body. They stood quietly and watched each other in the darkened room. Their breaths quickened and stirred.
Damn, but she was one gorgeous woman.
She did it for him.
Every. Time
.

He laid one palm flat, low on her belly just above her mound, rubbing his fingers softly back and forth. His other palm rested between her shoulders and pushed her gently.

Jane laid her hands on the counter as they watched each other through the mirror. The house was silent but for the occasional shifting of wood and their heavy breathing. Penny and Pop Tart were asleep. Lucas used one hand to guide himself to heaven and the other covered Jane’s right hand on the counter. She nodded and he pushed inside. They both groaned loudly.

This coupling was just as intense as the previous times they’d made love, but there was an understated sense of urgency—of claiming one another—that filled their thoughts. He pressed her shoulders farther towards the mirror and she moaned low and long, so close. He knew her body now and knew the closer she got to orgasm, the louder she became. But after one particularly enthusiastic thrust, Jane’s hands slipped and her torso crashed against the sink, painfully smashing her slender ribcage. She cried out and tears sprung to her eyes.

“Oh, baby! I’m sorry.” He lifted her away from the sink and started to pull out, but she pushed her bottom tighter against his groin. He had pushed her beyond her limit of control and she was frenzied in her plight for completion. “Janie, you’ve got to stop. Let me look at your ribs to make sure they’re okay.” She thrust her body against him frantically. “Janie, stop!”

He grabbed her by the hips to force her to be still. She looked a little disoriented in the mirror’s reflection. “Don’t stop,” she said a little hysterically. “Finish it!” she shouted.

Lucas lifted her left foot to the edge of the sink, then lined up their fun parts. Her thighs were spread almost painfully wide, and her body was completely open to his sight in the mirror. She gasped when she looked down and saw their bodies joined just above the sink ledge. It was pornographic and turned her on like nothing she’d ever seen before. She bit into her bottom lip while she concentrated on keeping her right leg from giving out.

Lucas was taller than her, and while the sink normally hit her just below the belly, it hit Luke mid-thigh. She reached her arms over her head to grab him around the neck, then shifted her balance and dropped her weight into Luke’s hands cradling her bottom. He lifted and lowered her body, moving her up and down his length. His face rested against the outside of Jane’s right arm so he could watch the action in the mirror.

“Jesus Christ! I’ve never seen anything like this.” The sight made even him whimper and pant.

But she couldn’t respond. She was too caught up in the visual of their lovemaking and the feel of his breath rasping against her body, and the almost painful stretch of her skin at this angle around his body. Everything combined was too much. Her breath sawed in and out of her body and she burst into tears.

Lucas couldn’t take the time to comfort her. Their orgasms were too close to stop; his baser, animal instincts had taken over for this race to the finish. He moved his hands from the lifting position so they could grasp her around the waist. With each descent, he slammed her against his body. And with each lift, her feet nearly came off the sink.
 
He was having trouble controlling his strength.

When Jane came, she screamed and nearly ripped his head off. Because she’d come so many times since the afternoon, her latest orgasm was thick and opaque, and showed in stark relief against the vibrant shade of his penis. The sight pushed him over the edge.

Like Jane, he yelled through his release. His arms tightened like a vise around her middle and momentarily cut off air, but it loosened when he slumped against her.

Both of her legs stood on the floor as she rested her forehead against the cold mirror. Two hundred and twenty five pounds of sweaty spent male pressed against her back. After a moment, he stirred and gently pulled out of her body and moved to turn on the shower. Once the water was at a comfortable temperature, he picked her up and stepped in.

They sighed in pleasure as their sore bodies loosened and relaxed under the warm water. Jane squeezed shampoo into her hands and reached up to wash his hair. He sighed as her gentle fingers massaged his scalp. In all of his 32 years, he’d never had a woman wash his hair for him. It was decadent. He closed his eyes so she could wash away the soap. She used her pink loofah to scrub him clean from head to toe and that was nice, too.

When he was finally clean enough for her liking, he took his turn with the shampoo and the loofah. She was almost asleep when he was done with her. He turned off the water, stood her in front of the sink so they could brush their teeth, and carried her to the bed. He followed her in and gathered her close against his body, spoon-style.

Jane had almost drifted off when Lucas whispered in her ear: “I’ve already fallen, Janie.” He kissed her shoulder and let out a deep breath, and didn’t see her sweet smile. They were both asleep in minutes.

“Good Lord, we are sexual gluttons,” he said around a mouthful of out-of-this-world blueberry pancakes. His body hurt in places he couldn’t even name. Man, she had to be raw.

They didn’t roll out of bed until after noon, so they decided to have breakfast in place of lunch. While Jane had mixed and cooked the homemade pancakes, Lucas had quartered juicy peaches and put them in the lime green bowl she used for fruit. The peaches joined a good helping of nectarines, honeydew and cantaloupe. Every time he tried to steal one, Jane popped the back of his hand with the spatula.

“I know. Everything below my neck is sore. I’d ask you to rub it for me, but then I think I’d have to beat you off with a stick.” She snickered at the mental image.

“Nope. Not this morning, honey. Your virtue is pretty safe until tonight. Then you’re mine.”

She nodded and scooped up another mouthful of pancakes. “Fair enough.”

“Okay, I’ve got a question.” He speared another peach.

“Shoot.” She took a sip of milk and used her red napkin to blot her mouth.

“I know we were talking about Amber and Andy last night, but we got side-tracked and I can’t figure out what you were going to say.”

“Oh,” Jane said and dropped her fork on her plate. It made a loud clanking sound as it flopped about like a fish. She blushed.

“Uh, I was going to say that I can’t stand Amber. At first I thought she might be a good tenant because she was young and seemed pretty fun. Who knew she would be such a catty bitch. And that Tiffany—” she made a loud, unladylike snort “—I can’t believe that cow was hitting on you.”

He had the audacity to laugh, so she reached over stuck him with her fork on the back of the hand. “Ow!” he said, but it made him laugh even harder.

“Couldn’t she tell you’re mine? Anyway, I wish Amber would stay in Scotland long enough for her lease to run out. It’s only a couple weeks longer, but I would almost invite Jack the Ripper to stay upstairs than her.”

“I don’t blame you.” He wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. The bastard.

“I, uh, also wanted to see if you would just stay down here with me.” She said that last part quickly and very quietly and grabbed a handful of plates. She moved away from the table and worked at the counter to put the leftover fruit and pancakes in Tupperware containers. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. He squeezed and laid his head against her shoulder.

“I would love that Janie,” he whispered. “I hoped you might ask me, but I wasn’t going to push it.” After a minute of holding her like that, he said simply, “Thank you.”

A week later they had borrowed her dad’s two-person kayak and were gliding down the ripples of the Eno River. Luke loved the German bakery around the corner from her house, Guglhpuf Bakery, and got take out as often as he could. In fact, Hans had started calling Luke’s order the ‘Lucas Special’.