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“I’m all right as long as he is,” she replies.
“He’s lucky to have you,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “I’m the blessed one.”
I lean over and kiss her temple.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” I ask.
She brings her eyes to mine. “Let me get Caleb to bed, and you can see me tonight,” she says, “if you want to, that is.”
I kiss her again. This time on the lips.
“Hurry. I’ll be waiting for you.”
She smiles and follows her son into the house.
I race home to unload before she arrives.
I get everything put away, shower, change into a pair of lounge pants, and build a fire before I hear her SUV pull into the drive.
I walk over to the door and swing it open before she has a chance to knock.
“Hi,” she says.
She is wearing a linen dress, and her damp hair is pulled into a knot.
“I couldn’t wait to get here, so I skipped drying my hair,” she says.
Thank goodness.
I grab her around the waist and pull her inside.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and then we are all hands. I pull her hair loose and run my fingers through it as I walk her backward into the living room.
I maneuver her body around, sit down on the couch, and tug her onto my lap. She leans back on my thighs and concentrates on unbuttoning my shirt. Once it’s open, her mouth finds my chest, and she runs her hands over my sides and around my back. She is soft and warm, pressed against me. I find her throat with my mouth, and she tastes so damn good. I let her explore my skin, and I can feel myself growing hard beneath her. She starts to slowly roll her hips against me, and I lay my head back against the couch and groan. The sound is deep and guttural, and she moans in response, letting me know that she wants this as badly as I do.
One second, her tongue is climbing the column of my throat as she writhes in my lap. The next second, I lace my hands under her ass and hoist her up as I stand to my feet.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“Taking you to bed,” I growl as I head toward my room.
“What about the fire?” she asks.
“Let it burn,” I mutter against her throat.
She giggles.
I hurry down the hallway and make a right into the master bedroom. I deposit her on the bed and quickly strip out of my slippers and lounge pants, tossing them on the floor before crawling up the bed and kissing her again.
She wraps her legs around my hips, the hem of her dress riding up to her waist. I’m hard and ready against the silk of her panties.
I take a finger and tug aside the plunging neckline of her dress, so my mouth can reach her breast.
As I take one taut nipple between my teeth and gently bite down, she cries out, “Graham!”
She plants her feet, raises her hips, and rocks them in a circle. Fuck yes, sweet contact. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. My body is coiled tight and screaming for release.
I chuckle against her sensitive skin before lapping at her bud with my tongue.
“My impatient girl,” I say as I sit upon my knees.
Her legs fall open for me.
I sit and reverently stare down at her. She’s opening herself up to me completely.
I hook a finger into the sides of her panties and slowly slide them down her thighs.
She is totally exposed to me, so damn ready.
My finger glides through her glistening wetness before I come back on top of her.
She rakes her fingernails down my back as I find her entrance and slowly move inside.
Finally.
We keep a slow-building pace. My eyes never leave hers until my control snaps and I can no longer hold back. She locks her knees to my sides as my powerful hips move urgently. She rises to meet my thrusts as I increase my pace, chasing the burning sensation crawling up my spine. I hold on for as long as I can, and as soon as she begins to spasm around me, an explosion of pleasure sweeps me up. She scores her nails down my back, and I cover her mouth with mine to take her muffled cries until she is panting and sated.
I bury my face into her chest when I feel it vibrate.
I look up into her amused face.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t even get my dress off,” she points out.
I run my hand down her side and clutch the fabric.
“Let’s start over, then,” I say as I rise, taking her dress over her head and tossing it aside.
“Yes, please,” she says before I cover her again and do just that.
