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He gently pushed on her shoulder until she took a seat on the rock and dropped to his knees to pull both of her sandals free at the same time. “That’s the effect of a good woman on me.” He tugged her pants down and bent to plant gentle kisses up her bare thighs.
She moaned and shed her own shirt, much to Dean’s delight. His eyes feasted on his Jilly, his best friend, his lover, his wife, as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back clad only in sexy-as-hell lingerie.
“She makes me pull my shit together.” He moved farther north, his lips leaving a soft trail on her skin. “She makes me fall in love.” His thumb hooked beneath the band of her underwear. “And she makes me scream so loud I lose my voice.”
“Oh holy hell.” She laid back on the material covering the stone.
Her barely muted cries surrounded him in a melody of bliss that stretched his self-control and the limits of his jeans. Although nothing tested his resolve more than glancing up the length of her body to see her bite down on her fist as he swirled his tongue once more around the sensitive nub that he’d been lavishing his attention on.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders and pulled him up to her face. “Listen, Sparky, you better tell me you’ve got a condom hiding in your wallet or we are going to test the true ability of your snazzy little sports car to get us home in under five minutes.”
With a soft chuckle he bent down to kiss along her shoulder to her collarbone, but his racing heart didn’t miss the word “home.” Their home. “My amazing wife planned a romantic rendezvous and forgot the most important part?”
Jillian palmed his cheeks, holding him just above her. “Your amazing wife was slightly preoccupied with the whole confessing her love without losing the most important person in her life thing. Sex on Fredrock hadn’t really entered my mind.”
He levered himself over her on one arm and reached into his back pocket, setting his wallet down beside the flaming hair fanned out around her head. “Good thing I’ve gotcha covered.”
She shoved his shoulder until he was on his back and she straddled his waist. “Technically you’re the one getting covered here, Sparky.” She bent down to press a hard kiss to his lips. “And I’m just the girl to handle that.”
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Jillian
Present Day
She fished through his wallet until she located the foil pack and held it up between her index and middle fingers triumphantly. “Only one?” She rocked her hips against the denim bulge beneath her, torturing herself just as much as him. “Little disappointed in your preparedness, Sparky.”
Dean groaned and gripped her waist, his thumbs moving in circles around her hipbones. “I may be a grade A specimen, Jilly, but even I require a little recovery time. At least long enough to get home.”
Slowly sliding down from his body, she lifted a brow. “Listen, Sparky, we have a lot of time to make up for.” She unfastened his jeans and pulled them free from his body.
His breathing shallowed as she wrapped a hand around the shaft. “We’ve only been married for like a week and half and sure as hell haven’t exactly been celibate in that time frame. How could we have much to catch up on?”
She grinned as she planted soft kisses on his navel. “I told you, I’ve been in love with you for a decade. You’re just a little late to the party.”
Dean trembled slightly beneath her touch and her smile widened. “I stand by the statement that I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
Jillian slid the latex in place slowly, with painstaking precision, and was rewarded with a guttural moan. She lifted onto her knees and hovered over him, bracing herself with one hand on his chest. With more self-control than she thought she could possess, she lowered herself onto him centimeter by centimeter, drawing out the moment as long as she possibly could.
She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, catching the end of another tortured groan. “Doing okay there, Sparky?”
With a grunt he grabbed her waist and flipped them both until they were lying on their sides, gazes locked. “Now I am.” He captured her mouth in a desperate kiss and hitched her thigh over his hip.
A light breeze floated across her bare skin, but the passion driving them both erased any chill that threatened. His steady and measured thrusts rapidly increased until he was driving inside her with the demanding force they both needed.
His fingers slid from her leg to the small of her back and pressed into her spine, keeping her flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at the juncture between her throat and neck before moving his wickedly gifted lips to her ear. “Later, I’m going to make up for this whole keeping quiet thing.”
The ridiculously teasing taunt held enough seductive promise to catapult her into starry bliss. Fireworks exploded in front of her eyes and she bit her lips inward to silence the screams of ecstasy. Tremors rippled through her and she tightened her grip on his arm. Within seconds Dean’s muted growls echoed through her as his body convulsed beside her.
Jillian nestled closer, her head under his chin, the rapid thumping of his heartbeat gradually returning to a steady, rhythmic cadence. She softly kissed his collarbone. “Pretty sure this whole outdoor sex thing requires further investigation.”
Chapter Thirty
Dean
Present Day
As much as he wanted this moment to last forever, laying sprawled out across a rock buck naked was probably not the wisest idea. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head. “We probably need to think about moving.”
