He wanted to taste her damp skin, kiss away the droplets of water sliding down the column of her throat. He wanted to bury his nose in the curve of her shoulder and inhale the sweet scent of her, touch her everywhere.
He broke the kiss, his breath quick and shallow. “What do you want, Holly? I’ll do anything.”
She took a step back, and he thought for sure that she was going to shoot him down. Instead, with her sleepy eyes locked on his, she grabbed the towel where she’d fastened it above her breasts, tugged it loose and let it fall to the floor. “Touch me.”
Holy hell. In his life he had never seen anything so beautiful, had never been so aroused by a woman, so desperate to touch her. As if she had cast a spell over him, and he could be satisfied with no one but her.
And he wasn’t leaving this room until he’d made love to her.
He felt an almost animalistic urge to yank her into his arms, to nip her skin with his teeth and drag his nails over her back. To tangle his fingers in her hair.
She stepped back from him, her creamy legs so long and slender, her supple breasts tempting him, begging to be touched and sucked. “Come and get me.”
* * *
Jason cursed under his breath, eyes raking over her, so hot it was a wonder her skin didn’t ignite. She loved the way he looked at her. It made her feel sexy and powerful in a way that she never had before.
He stepped closer, his eyes heavy with lust as he slid his hands down her sides and around her waist, pulling her closer. “Kiss me,” he said, and she did. She eased her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts against the front of his shirt as his mouth ravaged hers. He tasted good, felt incredible pressed against her bare skin, even with his clothes on, but she needed them out of the way. She needed to really feel him. All of him.
She fisted the front of his shirt and gave a good hard yank, surprised how easily the buttons popped free, shooting in every direction.
“You realize that’s an eight hundred dollar shirt,” he said, though he looked more turned on than angry.
Screw the shirt. He could afford another one.
She tugged it down his arms, her eyes taking in his impressive chest, his small dark nipples, his lean torso. She ran her fingers gently down his scar, leaned in to press a kiss to it. She licked one nipple, then the other, and Jason moaned, thrusting his pelvis against her. Through his slacks she could feel that he was long and thick. The brothers weren’t completely identical after all.
She cupped her hand over his zipper, squeezed his erection. He groaned and fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her head back so he could nibble on her neck, run his tongue across the little hollow at the base of her throat.
He seemed happy to take his time, teasing her with his tongue, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until she could barely stand it. She needed more. Right now. It had been too long and she couldn’t wait a minute more. She took one of his hands and guided it between her legs. And he took the hint. He cupped her mound, teasing her with the palm of his hand, then his fingers, parting her slippery folds.
“See how wet you make me?” she said, unfastening his pants and slipping her hand inside. He was long and hard and hot to the touch. She stroked him slowly, squeezing and releasing, sliding her thumb through the bead of moisture at the tip.
“See how wet you make me?” he said with a sleepy smile, catching her clitoris between his fingers, rolling it the same way he had her nipple, making her heart race and her knees go weak. “I’ve wanted this from the day I met you, when you dropped in a dead faint at my feet. You were so damned beautiful, and I hated my brother for finding you first.”
“I’m yours now.” She shoved down his pants and he kicked them away. Then he reached down and tugged off his black dress socks. When he was completely naked she took it all in, from his wide shoulders to his lean hips, and the long, thick erection pointing upward and slightly to the left against his stomach. He was perfect. Better than perfect.
He slid a finger inside of her, then another, saying, “You’re so tight.”
He could thank the C-section for that.
He thrust inside of her and the tips of his fingers bumped her G-spot. A violent shudder rocked through her and her knees nearly buckled.
He lifted his hand to his lips and with a devilish smile tasted his fingers. “Hmm, delicious,” he said. “I think I want more.”
Not just yet.
“Be patient,” she said. She flattened her hands on his chest and pushed him backward toward the bed.
“What’s the rush?” he asked as the mattress hit the back of his legs, forcing him to sit.
“No rush at all.” She lowered herself to her knees on the rug between his legs. “I plan to take my time.”
With her eyes on his face, she ran her tongue around the head of his erection, and then took him into her mouth. She heard him mutter, “Oh, damn,” as she took him in deeper. He fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her, thrusting his hips to help her find the right rhythm. He swelled in her mouth and she could feel the hot blood pulsing under the surface. He was getting close, and if he was like most every other man he wouldn’t want to be the one to come first.
He stilled his hips, but she kept going without missing a beat. He groaned her name, gripped her hair tighter, resisting for all of about three seconds. His hips caught the rhythm again, and he thrust deeper until she could feel him hit the back of her throat. She dug her nails into the tops of his thighs, dragged them over his skin, and he lost it. With one last thrust he threw back his head and groaned, his body tensing as he found his release.
“Holy cow,” he said, falling onto his back, arms over his head, gasping for breath. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
She kissed her way up his stomach, rising up on her feet to grin down at him. “You really want to know?”
“On second thought, I really don’t care. Just keep doing it exactly like that.”
“My pleasure.” She knew a lot of women who weren’t into giving blow jobs and she never understood why. It turned her on.
Jason’s arms went around her, pulling her against his chest. “That’s going to be a tough act to follow,” he said. Then he rolled her onto her back, grinned down at her and said, “Okay, my turn.”
Twelve
Jason lifted her as if she weighed nothing and flipped her onto the center of the bed, crawling up between her thighs, looking like a wild animal on the prowl, with her as his willing victim.
He nipped her stomach, dipped his tongue in the crevice of her navel. “Your skin tastes so good,” he said.
And he could have as much of it as he wanted.
He kissed and licked his way upward until he got to her breasts. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and then moved to the opposite side and sucked that one, too. She felt the sweet tug of desire, the slippery heat between her thighs and it was almost unbearable. If he kept that up he wouldn’t have to bother himself between her thighs. She was already sitting on the edge of the precipice.
Tough act to follow, my ass.
He worked his way back down, saying, “Spread your legs.”
She did, and he said, “More.” She did as he asked, and he pushed her legs way back until her knees were parallel with her ears and her butt was lifted up off the mattress.
He gazed down, watching his fingers as they teased their way between her puffy lips to seek out her clitoris. “Beautiful.”
Then he practically dove in, licking from end to end, making her body shudder and pulse. He sucked her clitoris, holding it gently between his teeth as he flicked with his tongue. She arched up, so hot and aroused that she nearly forgot her own name. It felt so good she wanted it to last, but she could already feel her orgasm creeping up, feel her womb contract and release in a pulse-pounding rhythm. Then
the world went blurry as intense pleasure crashed over her like waves in a violent storm.
“You are so hot,” he said, positioning himself over her. “Look at me, Holly. I want to see your face when I make love to you.”
With slightly unfocused vision she looked up at him, and the second her eyes locked on his, he thrust deep inside of her. She cried out from a startling sensation of pain and pleasure. They were joined in a way that was completely new to her. She felt closer to him than she’d ever been to a man—to her late husband or anyone who had come before him. With her heart and her head and her soul. She’d known all along where this had been going, but it hadn’t really hit home until just now.
Jason went still above her and for an instant they stared at each other as if they couldn’t believe they were really here. That they were making love.
“I hurt you,” he said.
Yes, but it only made her feel more aware, more alive. Feeling the pain was better than not feeling anything at all. It was better than longing for his touch but never feeling it.
“It’s been a while,” she said breathlessly. “And you’re huge.”
And damned proud of it, his smile seemed to say, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, as though he thought he’d gone too far. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. She didn’t think she could stand it. It had taken so long to get here. She didn’t want it to end yet.
“I’m not going to stop. I’ll just go slow.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said through clenched teeth. “I want it hard and fast.”
His brows rose in surprise. “You want me to pound you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, digging her nails into his perfectly formed, muscular backside, thrusting her hips to urge him on. “Pound me.”
He eased back and she held her breath in anticipation. Then he slowly sank in, so slowly she thought she would go mad. She knew pounding and this was not pounding.
He pulled out again, a look of concentration on his face. She opened her mouth to protest, and he thrust hard and deep inside so all that came out was a strangled cry. Then he thrust again and again. Pounding into her until a different kind of pain, an ache deep in the center of her soul, began to build. She was so close. She wanted to hold back so they could climax together, but her body was having no part of it. It said right now. And an orgasm of epic proportions ripped through her. Jason was seconds behind her, roaring as her contracting walls milked him into ecstasy.
* * *
Jason’s heart hammered in his chest. Still buried deep inside Holly, he pushed himself up on his elbows and said, “Damn.”
“Ditto,” she said, struggling to catch her breath.
He’d always known that making love to her would be good. He’d just never imagined it would be that good. She was so hot and so tight and his orgasm so intense that for a second he thought he might actually die from the pleasure.
“Now that,” she said, “was a pounding.”
He laughed and rolled onto his back. “Yes, it was.”
He had just slept with his sister-in-law. The woman he’d sworn he wouldn’t touch. The mother of his nephews.
He waited for the guilt to set in. The shame and the regret.
It never came. He couldn’t even force it.
“I really needed that,” she said.
“So did I.” More than he realized.
She looked over at him, her cheeks rosy and her eyes glassy. “Is this the part where we say we’ll never do it again?”
“I don’t know about you, but I want to do it again.”
“Oh, good,” she said, sounding relieved. “So do I. Just maybe not right now.”
“No,” he agreed. “Definitely not right now.”
A firm knock on the door had them both bolting up in bed. “Holly, are you in there?”
It was Faye, and she sounded concerned.
“Did you lock the door?” Holly whispered.
Shit. No, he hadn’t.
Faye knocked again. “Holly, is everything okay? I heard banging.”
“I’m fine,” she called to Faye.
“Can I open the door?”
“No!” Jason and Holly called in unison, probably a lot louder than they meant to. He flung the bedspread over them anyway. Just in case.
Their outburst was met with a long tense silence, and he could just imagine what Faye was thinking.
“Ooookay,” she finally said, and left it at that. But he would hear about it later. She would ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, and he would have to tell her the truth. He didn’t have a freaking clue. For the first time in his life he was functioning on pure emotion, where nothing made much sense. But damn did it feel good.
Looking confused, Holly asked him, “What was banging?”
“I’m guessing the headboard.”
She looked over at it, perplexed. “Huh. I didn’t even hear it.”
“Neither did I.” Next time they would have to be a little more mindful of how much noise they made. Or even better, take it up to his bedroom, two floors away from Faye’s bat ears. Or there was always the option of waiting until after Faye had gone home for the night.
“She must think I’m a slut,” Holly said.
“It doesn’t matter what she thinks. We’re consenting adults. It’s none of her business.” Though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make it her business.
* * *
Holly and Jason went out to dinner as planned, taking his boat across the lake to the marina.
As they walked the two blocks to Lily’s, an upscale seafood bistro and brewery, he caught her hand in his and held it. If he cared what other people thought, he didn’t let it show.
They dined on grilled lobster and drank micro-brewed beer, and then strolled down the boardwalk, hand in hand, stopping for ice cream before they headed back to the boat. When she caught a chill he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d had so much fun on a date. It had been so long since she’d been on one. She and Jeremy had gone straight from casually hooking up into marriage.
If she’d known then what she knew now, things would have been very different.
They got back to the house around eleven. As soon as Faye left, Holly checked on the twins, grabbed the baby monitor and practically bolted up the stairs to Jason’s bedroom. She’d only been up there the one time and she’d been so freaked out by Marshall’s cough then that she hadn’t taken the time to look around.
It was a ginormous suite that took up the entire top floor, with an absolutely incredible view of the lake and the lights from the bay. The bathroom alone was bigger than some of the apartments she’d lived in, and his bed was the most comfortable she’d ever been in.
They made love, but it was a little sweeter, and a little slower.
When the boys woke for their midnight feeding, she and Jason each gave them a bottle. When they were back in bed, Jason made love to her again, and then she fell asleep wrapped in his arms. She slept so soundly that she didn’t even hear the boys wake up the next morning. She woke from a dead sleep to find the twins in bed with them. Jason had changed their diapers and was feeding them their bottles, which they both slurped greedily to satisfy their rapidly growing bodies.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you last night,” he said, when the boys were fed and lying between them in the bed.
“Only for a second. It was the first time since I had the boys. The first time in a long time.”
“Because of your pregnancy?”
“In part,” she said.
“And the other part?”
She hesitated.
“Holly?”
“After I got pregnant, Jeremy seemed to
sort of...” Sort of what, Holly? “Lose interest, I guess.”
“Lose interest?”
It was embarrassing to admit that her own husband hadn’t wanted to have sex with her. Not that it had ever been red-hot. She could count on two hands how many times they’d had sex, and not once had she ever lost herself the way she had last night. Not once had she felt so in sync with another person.
“I felt pretty sick in my second month, so I didn’t want to, and by the time I was feeling better, he didn’t want to. He said he was afraid it would hurt the babies. I tried to explain that sex was perfectly safe, but he wouldn’t touch me. There was one time when he came home drunk from a party. Then I went into early labor and we couldn’t risk it. Honestly, I think he was relieved.
“What about after you had the twins?”
“He was in such a downward spiral at that point. I didn’t even try. Then he was gone.”
The experience had left her feeling as if she would never have sex again. At least not the kind that required another person participating. Especially not if it meant getting herself trapped into another inopportune situation.
“My brother was an ass,” Jason said. “He didn’t deserve you.”
“I tried so hard to make it work. I really did. But the truth is it was one careless encounter that became a surprise pregnancy, and he only married me to do the right thing. I don’t think he ever really loved me.”
“Holly, Jeremy never once did the right thing. If he didn’t have genuine feelings for you, he would have skipped out the second the test turned up positive.”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“No maybe. I know this for a fact.”
She blinked. “Are you saying that it happened before?”
“In high school he got a girl pregnant. She was the love of his life, he used to tell me. Then she told him she was pregnant and he dumped her.”
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