He shifted his focus from the joining of their bodies to look at her face.Instead of hammering her into oblivion, he kissed her softly.His lips tasted like her, and he must have known that, but he didn’t seem concerned.She touched his mouth with her fingertips, tracing the firm contours with appreciation.His gaze darkened with lust.With a low growl, he withdrew from her body and thrust in again.
She let her head fall back as he gripped her hips and surged forward.He used her hard, giving and taking pleasure with an intensity that stole her breath away.Her breasts quivered from the impact, his buttocks pumping with every thrust.She clung to his broad shoulders, groaning at the exquisite fullness.
“You’re very wet,” he growled in her ear.
“Mmm.”
“And your quim is delicious.”
He settled his thumb over her clit, and something happened to Vanessa that she’d never experienced before.She started laughing at his word choice, a deliberate in-joke.At the same time, the extra stimulation rocketed her into a bone-melting orgasm.She cried out at the unexpected joy and wild pleasure of the moment.Her high-pitched scream dissolved into sobbing laughter as the orgasm wrenched through her.She jerked and shuddered like a puppet on a string, completely under his spell.He drove himself to the hilt one final time and buried his face against her neck.His shoulders quaked with the power of his release.
They stayed like that, bodies entwined, until the timer rang again.
She’d only been here ten minutes, by her calculations, and he’d wrecked her for life.She raised her head and opened her eyes.He seemed too drowsy to function, so she patted his shoulder to rouse him.He withdrew from her as carefully as he’d entered.
She was glad for his gentle retreat, because she felt well used and sensitive.He disappeared for a minute to dispose of the condom.She was still naked as a jaybird, trying to untangle her panties, when he returned.He gathered his shirt from the floor and donned it in one smooth motion.
“What was that?”she asked, tugging her panties into place.
“What was what?”
“You made me laugh and come at the same time.”
He smirked, guilty as charged.“Did you like it?”
She pulled on her shorts and stood there for a few seconds.His smile faded as he stared at her bare breasts, his humor replaced by lust.She stepped forward and stood on tiptoe, brushing her lips over his.“I liked it.”
“Can you stay longer?”he murmured.
She slipped out of his embrace, with reluctance, and put on her T-shirt.“I have to get back to Emily before the lemon pirates kidnap her.”
He laughed, shaking his head.“I saw Penelope on the porch.She’s asking for trouble.”
Vanessa had put the doll on the railing to dry.She really did have to go.“If you want more coffee, my door’s open.”
He walked her to the doorway, and watched her retreat to her own cabin.He wore a hungry expression, as if their frantic coupling hadn’t satisfied his appetite, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.She floated inside, smiling to herself.
Emily woke up at her usual time and Vanessa made a light breakfast.She considered inviting Paul over again.Her body was still humming with pleasure.Then she considered Emily, who got attached to people easily, and discarded the idea.She was eager to continue their affair as long as they kept it light.She wanted more of his skillful touch.She couldn’t let Emily believe he would become a permanent fixture in their lives, however.This was a summer fling, hot and transitory.It would burn out quickly.
Something about this train of thought troubled her.She couldn’t pinpoint the cause.She wasn’t bothered about using him for sex.He wouldn’t expect a commitment.He’d admitted that he wasn’t looking for a close connection.He was perfectly suited to meet her physical needs.Too perfect, perhaps.The orgasms he’d given her had been earth-shattering.
Vanessa decided her concerns were post-divorce jitters.She’d gone too long without a man.Paul was good—he wasverygood—but she wasn’t going to mistake pleasure for special feelings.She would never trust him with her heart.He wasn’t emotionally sensitive.He was gruff, and blunt, and abrasive.
She accompanied Emily to mini-camp, and brought a practice exam workbook.She bubbled answers with her pencil, one after the other.She felt confident about her chances to secure her license.As long as she studied daily for the next few weeks, she’d be well prepared.The time off from work was doing wonders for her brain and body, as well.The constant stress of the ER could suck the joy out of anyone.She’d been more desperate for rest and relaxation than sexual fulfillment.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming call.It was her mother.Vanessa hadn’t spoken to Lorelle since she’d arrived in Lost Lake, though they’d texted back and forth.After a second’s hesitation, she answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Darling,” her mother said.“How are you?”
Vanessa gave her mother a quick update, and listened to her chat for a few minutes about her spiritual retreat in Mexico.
“I saw Dad yesterday,” Vanessa said.
“Really?”
“He looks good.”
