Page 24 of Possessed

Raef thought his dick was going to explode. He nodded again. “Yeah, and that.” Then he had her gasping as he moved quickly, reaching around her to cup her curvy ass in his hands, and pulling her forward so that he could press his lips against the blond triangle of curls he could see through the lace.

With a laugh that was definitely more breathless than she’d been before, Aubrey stepped back, just out of his reach. “Now it’s your turn.” She gestured at his clothes. “I want to look, too.”

Raef didn’t have to be asked twice. He peeled his sweatshirt off and tossed it across the couch and, with a quick motion, stripped off his jeans and kicked them away.

Aubrey widened Lauren’s eyes. “Commando? Always?”

“Always,” he said. “Your turn.” His eyes went from her bra to her panties.

“Well, it only seems fair,” she said teasingly, reaching around to unhook the bra, and shimmying out of it. She took off the panties more slowly, letting him watch her glide them down her thighs and lift her gorgeous little feet up, one at a time, and step delicately from them.

“Will you come to me now?” Raef opened his arms to her. “Please.”

“Yes, Kent. Yes, I will.”

The wide leather couch became an erotic playground as Raef explored her body. Her nipples were tight under his tongue, and he loved how they filled his hands, but he stopped only briefly there—he had to taste her, he had to feel her against his mouth. He moved down to the damp blond curls between her legs. She opened her legs for him and he pressed his lips against her mound. Then his tongue found her clit, and she moaned his name as he teased it—back and forth. His mouth moved down, to the very center of her, and he guided her hand so that her fingers took the place of his tongue. He looked up at her and met her gaze. “Will you touch yourself for me like you did last night?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

And then her whisper turned to gasps and moans as her slim fingers stroked herself, and his tongue teased and caressed along with it until he felt her thighs tense and her body tremble. She called his name out as she came and he pressed his mouth to her, tasting the waves of pleasure that washed through her body.

Aubrey surprised him then, by reaching down and pulling him up to her. She was laughing and flushed, and her hair was wild all around her shoulders. “Your turn. Again.” She shifted her body so that she was on top of him, and then, with a mischievous grin, began moving down his body.

He didn’t have to tell her. She already seemed to know his hot spots—those two places on his body that drove him mad. Her tongue found the first—his nipples—and he couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure. She glanced up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Then she dipped her head and her tongue went back to work on his nipple, lightly and quickly, teasing him while she flicked the other one gently until it, too, was taut and ready for her tongue.

When she took his cock in her hand he had to grind his teeth together and try like hell to think of taxes so he didn’t come. Her hand was as warm and teasing as her tongue, and she worked both of them together. Just when he knew he was going to explode, she stopped, pressed her breasts against his chest, and kissed him deeply, playing the same game with his tongue that she had with his nipples. In one motion, she shifted again, and straddled him. Tossing back her hair, she sank onto him, consuming him with her wet heat. While their gazes met and held she began moving up and down, sliding the length of him.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel me?” she asked him breathlessly.

“Yes, oh, God, yes.” He did. He felt the heat of her body and the pleasure it was giving him, and he also felt her emotions—joy and pleasure and hope, most of all hope. His hands found her waist and he guided their tempo so that his reality narrowed to only her. He was looking in her eyes as his orgasm took him, an earthquake of feeling that shook the very foundations of his world. He cried her name, too—the name of a ghost, the name of a woman he couldn’t hope to really have, but who had somehow breathed life into his battered soul.

When she collapsed on his chest he held her tightly, feeling her heartbeat against his, feeling the slickness of their sweat between them. She nuzzled his neck and kissed him and murmured something sleepily. He stroked her hair, loving the silky feel of it. She sighed then, and lifted herself just enough to look into his eyes.

“I have to go now,” Aubrey said softly.

There was a terrible tightness in Raef’s chest. “I know.”

“Even though we’re twins, this is hard for Lauren.”

Raef started to draw away from her, trying to gently slide her aside. “I hope she isn’t—”

Aubrey pressed her fingers against his lips. “Shhh, don’t say it. Lauren isn’t sorry. Lauren isn’t upset. She’s been here the whole time.” Aubrey took his hand and put it over her heart. “She’s just letting me drive, that’s all.”

“This isn’t easy for me,” Raef admitted, his voice hesitant.

“Me, either. But we’re going to make it through to a happily ever after,” Aubrey said.

“God, I hope so,” he said.

She smiled. “Hope—I like that. Hold on to it, Kent.”

Then Aubrey closed Lauren’s eyes. Her body went limp in his arms. Raef felt a chill pass over him. He didn’t look. He didn’t need to. He knew Aubrey was gone.

In his arms Lauren stirred and looked up at him, blinking groggily.

“Hi,” he said, not sure what the hell to do and wishing Aubrey had at least waited to get dressed before she’d unpossessed her sister.

“Hi,” she said.