by Cari Quinn
“There’s nothing better than this.” He drew out and slid back in, his focus on the place where they were joined. “Watching you take me in…seeing your wetness on my cock, feeling it drip between us…”
She lifted her body so far off the bed that he sank all the way to heaven, and he gasped throughout the trip. He drew on all his control to keep going when his balls contracted and the tip of his erection pulsed, but she thwarted his efforts by squeezing him until pinpricks of light obliterated her features.
And what features they were. Bathed in candlelight, she was all shadows and contours, full lips and dark eyes. Bewitching and bewitched both. Skin slick with sweat, flesh that gripped him liquid with desire.
He flattened his hands on the bed on either side of her hips, rising above her until he could hammer into her the way he needed to. So damn deep. Her walls fluttered around him, tiny spasms that drove him on. She hitched her legs onto his waist and yanked on his hair to fuse their mouths, linking them above as they were below. Perspiration dripped into his eyes, and he tasted hers on her salty skin. Still they rocked together, their ragged breaths bouncing off the walls to fill the room with the sounds of their passion. Wet skin meeting hard. Shallow pumps turning to mad plunges. Whimpers becoming cries and then screams.
When she came, she clamped her hand around his neck and raked her nails up his back, erotic frissons of pain that pistoned his hips even faster. She bit at his lip and drew blood, then soothed his abused mouth with her kisses while his body began to revolt.
Helpless, he drove into her and swallowed her fractured moans as he spilled his seed. She tightened around him to hold in every drop, extending his orgasm so long that he collapsed in her arms.
The best goddamn place in the world to be.
Eventually she mumbled something about numbness, and he moved aside. “So?” he murmured when she snuggled against his chest.
“So what?”
“God, I love that just-fucked tone of your voice.”
Her sigh made him laugh. “Mmm. Me too.”
“So…what’s the verdict? About us alone.” He danced his fingers over her shoulder. “No Aidan. No threesomes, abbreviated or not. Just us, making love.”
Not fucking. If she wanted to call it that, fine. But even when he slammed into her hard enough to bruise, he was loving her. Stroke by stroke.
A smug smile slipped across his face. Sometimes he just loved her a little harder than others.
Just when he feared she’d fallen asleep, she pressed her face into the crook between his neck and shoulder. “It’s perfect,” she said, lips moving against his skin.
“Yes.” He caressed her back and marveled at having everything he’d ever dreamed of in his arms. There was no holding it in any longer. “I want it all with you. The piece of paper, the rings, your belly swollen with our child.”
He expected her to startle. That wasn’t exactly first-date material, but he was way past that point. “What about the restored farmhouse and the job teaching math?”
She remembered. Of course she did. His mouth curved. “Them too.”
“Only one?”
How many farmhouses did she want? “Hmm?”
Idly, she circled her fingernail around his nipple. “Only one child?”
His grin stretched so wide that his jaw cracked. “The number of children is optional, depending on how much you can take till you shove me out of bed and or we run out of money.”
She laughed. “Then you’d better start socking it away, mister.”
“With you as my agent, I have a feeling we’ll make a mint.”
“As long as you save the best parts just for me,” she said, stroking his hip.
“Yeah, you dirty-picture hoarder.” Grinning, he held her wrists behind her back until she squirmed and thrust her raspberry-tipped breasts against his chest. He groaned. “Cheater.”
She blew a curl out of her eyes and gave him a victorious smile. “You bet your fine ass.”
“Yeah, well, it’s yours.”
“Your ass?”
“Yes. Remember?” He remained sober in spite of her teasing tone. “You get all of me. Bad parts, good. Everything in between.” He nibbled her chin. “And I want all of yours too.”
“You’ve got them. I couldn’t hold them back if I tried.” She laid her mouth full on his, not kissing him so much as sipping his air. “I love you, Sawyer Blake.”
He stared into her eyes and absorbed the feeling of her heartbeat pounding against his. “I love you too.”
The moment lengthened, fraught with so much more than words. Then she broke into the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “You don’t have to be careful anymore.”
“Hell no.” He shifted her beneath him and drew her arms above her head. Love rolled through him, and he pressed close, hoping she could feel it radiating from his pores. “Baby, hang on for the ride of your life.”
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Cari Quinn
Award-winning, multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.
Find more about Cari Quinn and her books at http://www.cariquinn.com, or follow her blog at http://cariquinn.blogspot.com.
Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Loose Id Titles by Cari Quinn
Cari Quinn