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She sighed and toyed with his hair. “I do, but I don't. It's too much to replay.”
“Okay.”
“I think she's only sorry about how everything has messed up her life. She has my dad coming down on her, something she's really never dealt with before, and her two sisters are barely speaking to her... She just needs to grow up and take responsibility for her actions. She needs to be accountable.”
“Hm. I know a little bit about that.”
“That wasn’t directed at you.”
“I know, but it still applies. What do you think Jane and Charles will do?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea. I still can’t believe Charles spoke up. Honestly, I don’t think Lydia would cause trouble at the wedding. I think she would be afraid of the repercussions.”
“It's about time.”
“It'salsoabout time we stopped talking about her, don't you think?” She smiled flirtatiously. “Kiss me.”
“No, no, none of that. We need to talk. We can never talk enough. More talking.”
As he spoke, she slowly pulled his head to hers, and his attempt to remain serious in the face of her flirtatious expression was a lost cause. He smiled just as her lips pressed to his, and sighed when she encouraged him to lower his weight onto her.
He vaguely realized her fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt, and he sat up slightly and stilled them with his. “I thought we were taking this slowly? Isn't that what we decided?”
Her green eyes twinkled. “It is, and we are. I wasslowlyunbuttoning your shirt.”
He chuckled, loving that she was being playful, but he didn't want it to lead to something she might feel badly about later.
She moved her hands under his shirt, stroking up his stomach and across his chest, and he sighed. “You're torturing me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You don't play fair.”
“You're not playing at all, apparently.”
Her fingers went back to work on the buttons, and she smiled triumphantly when she spread his shirt open and pushed it slightly off of his shoulders, baring his chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his stomach and lower, leaving a trail of heat, and she smiled when his muscles quivered.
“I miss this. I miss touching you,” she whispered, her eyes never wavering from his.
“I miss this too, love. You have no idea…”
“I'm pretty sure I have averygood idea.” She sat up and in one swift motion, pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra. Both were tossed to the floor, and she lowered herself to the couch again.
“Lizzy, wait…”
He couldn't peel his eyes away from her body, from her breasts, their color so creamy and pale, except for the rosy centers. The contrast to the rest of her tanned skin was striking and sexy, and he wanted nothing more than to caress them and draw a hardened tip into his mouth.
“I just want to feel your skin on mine. Ineedit. Let's indulge, just for a little while,” she cajoled softly.
Restraint and reason deserted him, and he pulled his arms from his shirt and dropped it to the floor. They both moaned in satisfaction when their bodies came together, and they kissed hungrily as they melted into each other, trying to get as close as they possibly could.
Her hands moved to the top of his shorts, and she tugged at the button before finally releasing it. With her lips still attached to his, she pulled the zipper down and pushed both hands inside of his briefs to cup him and stroke over his arousal.
He gazed down at her, at those green eyes bright with passion, and flexed his hips, pushing himself into her palms. She squeezed and stroked him up and down, knowing just how to touch him.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, never pulling her eyes from his.
“Lizzy...” He was precariously close to losing control, and the last thing he wanted was to spill into her hands. “Love, we have to stop. We can't do this, not now.”
“Why can't we? I miss you so much. I miss this,” she said, stroking him deftly and making him suck in a breath. “What are we waiting for?”
She pulled one hand free of his shorts to tangle in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers again, kissing him slowly and deeply, while her other hand kept up its relentless stroking.
