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Maybe so, but he’d had enough anticipation to last him the rest of the damn night. So he tugged her hips a bit more toward the edge of the table, and without another second of anticipation, slid into her.
It felt like coming home. She was so slick, so ready, the only resistance was her body’s natural tightness, the incredible sensation of her stretching to accommodate him. And then she tightened her muscles around him, and he gasped.
“And you love when I do that.”
“There’s not a single thing you do to my body that I don’t love. Understand?”
He withdrew a little, then thrust his full length into her, again and again, to make sure she understood that he’d had enough talk. He was ready for action. Judging by the way she let her head fall back and her lips part as she expelled little gasps of pleasure, he guessed she felt the same way.
Their bodies, molded together, grew toward a strong, hard climax that shook them when it finally came. Luke felt himself spilling inside of her, incredible sensations racing through his body, when Jane locked her legs tight around him and bucked against the strength of her own orgasm. They held each other through the aftershocks, breathless and kissing as if it might be their last chance, until finally, there was calm again.
Luke buried his face in Jane’s hair and savored her scent, let his body relax as they held each other. After a minute, he reluctantly drew away from her to dispose of the condom.
Then he lifted Jane from the table, and with her arms around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder, he carried her down the hallway toward the bedroom. That is, until her reclusive cat Homer darted out of nowhere and tangled himself in Luke’s legs. He cursed as he felt himself losing his balance, and he forced himself backward so that he would take the impact instead of Jane.
They landed in a heap on the hallway rug, and the cat calmly padded toward the kitchen, probably in search of a nighttime snack.
“Are you okay?” Jane asked.
“Yeah, I think so. How about you.”
She stretched herself out on top of him. “I’m fine. You broke my fall. But you must be hurt somewhere,” she insisted as she began kissing his shoulders and neck.
“Mm. You’re right. I’m starting to feel aches all over.”
“Here?” she asked, as she placed a kiss on his chest.
“Yeah.”
“And how about here?” She moved lower, to his navel, where she placed a slow, lingering kiss.
“Oh, yeah.”
“And I’ll bet you’re in terrible pain here,” she said, a little breathless, right before she placed a kiss on the head of his cock.
Luke felt himself grow erect. “I think I’ll need some extra attention there.”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured as she took him into her mouth, picking up where she’d left off in the kitchen earlier.
And as her tongue and lips worked his cock, Luke tangled his fingers in her hair and closed his eyes, allowing himself to pretend that this never had to end.
Of all the times they’d made love, tonight felt the most urgent, the most necessary, the most inevitable. Jane had somehow, in the past two months, become as vital to his existence as air and water, as essential to his happiness as comfort and rest.
He didn’t know how it had happened, and he didn’t know how to stop feeling the way he did. He only knew one thing—that he had to remember every moment, every touch, and every sensation of this night, because there might not be another night like this. Probably not another night with Jane, ever. She’d made that much clear.
For tonight, he would forget and savor every last moment.
THERE WAS SOMETHING about the light of day that always managed to change Jane’s perspective on the previous day’s—or night’s—events. When she woke up spooned against Luke and heard his slow, heavy breathing, memories of the night before came to her in a mental flood. The kitchen, the hallway, the bed…they’d made love as if it were a matter of life and death, as if their survival depended on it.
But now she remembered why she’d ended their relationship in the first place. Being with Luke made her lose her mind, made her into a bigger and bigger hypocrite every time they fell into bed together. It was best that they make a clean break from each other for good before her career was ruined.
She sat up in bed and squinted at the clock, which told her she had exactly thirty minutes to get herself to the salon where Heather had scheduled herself and all the bridesmaids to have their hair and makeup done before the wedding.
“Damn it!” She nudged Luke, and he groaned and rolled over. “Wake up. I’m going to be late for my hair appointment.”
