by Ava Miles
The idiocy of the whole situation had his laughter bubbling up and over. “Foodie foreplay? Oh God, that’s a good one.”
Jill gave a sputter. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve heard about dessert, oysters, all that, but then I saw those sausages. Couldn’t be any clearer. Although they did start to shrivel in their casing as they cooled. Did you notice?”
Brian kept laughing. “Jesus Christ. This is ridiculous. I couldn’t even ask if you wanted one. I was too embarrassed.”
When she joined him in the hysterics, he made his way back to the table.
“I felt like I was in seventh grade. Remember how we used to giggle every time Mrs. Kelly used to say ‘penis’ in biology?”
His shoulders shook. “It wasn’t the word so much as her lisp. Pee-nith. We almost wet ourselves. Pete used to ask the dumbest questions just to make her say it. Oh, God.”
“My stomach hurts from laughing this much,” Jill said, wiping her eyes. “At least the bread and soup don’t have any hidden messages.”
Brian put his finger to his mouth. “No, I’ve got nothing.”
“Me either. I could barely eat as it was.” A violent hiccup made her eyes bulge. “Oh, no. I’ve got the hiccum-ups.”
“The what?” Brian asked, heading for the sink.
“You better not be getting me a paper bag like…hic…Mrs. Barret used to make me use in fourth grade,” she warned. “Hic-cup.”
“You looked cute that way, Red.” Brian came back with a glass of water. “I don’t know why this is funny, but it is. First sausages. Now, hiccups. What’s next?”
Jill gave another explosive hiccup and grabbed the water. “Bed bugs?”
“Jesus, we’re a pair. So much for romance.”
After downing the rest of the water, she clutched her stomach. “Great, now I’m going to slosh around. Please let them be…hiccup.”
He pulled her onto his lap. “Let’s see if we can find a new cure.”
When pressed his mouth to hers, she sank into him. Twined her arms around his neck. Tugged on his hair. Murmured something throaty against his lips.
“I like this cure,” she commented when his lips cruised her neck. “Hic-cup. Shit.”
“Clearly, I need to work harder.”
He took her ear lobe between his teeth and tugged gently. A shuddered breath warmed his neck. “You know I always thought people were…hiccup…crazy when they said that was hot. The ear thing.”
The elegant line of her neck fascinated him, so he traced it with his tongue. “You did?”
Her fingers curled into his hair. “Yep. Do that again. Hiccup. God, I’m so embarrassed. Here you are trying to seduce me, and I’m squeaking out hiccups.” She gave another explosion.
Laughter rumbled through his chest. “Beats belching.”
“True,” she agreed, squirming in his lap.
His gaze took in the evidence of her arousal. The spots on her neck were fading. Her green eyes made the world seem brighter. “Maybe we were focusing on the wrong thing.” His mouth took hers in a quick kiss. “This is us, Jill. Laughing over stupid sausage innuendos, and you sitting on my lap with the hiccups.”
“But that’s so…buddy-buddy.”
The white skin of her jaw was too tempting. He ran kisses from one side to the next. “Is that bad?”
“No, it’s just not…the hot sizzle I think we need.”
Proving her wrong would be his pleasure. “Then let’s get the spoon. I’ll show you what’s between us.”
Vulnerability came through, stark and humbling, when she clutched his forearms. “Forget the props for now, Brian. Just show me.”
He lifted her into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Fine, but the candles stay lit. I want to see your skin by candlelight.”
His mouth took hers again as they bumped along the hall corridor. When he reached her room, a pungent musk tickled his nose.
His whole body was ready. This woman. This scent. This lighting.
He wanted to devour her.
Nothing mattered to him more than Jill.
***
When he laid her on the bed, she fisted her hands around his neck to make sure he didn’t leave.
“So, where’s that lingerie?” he purred against her throat.
“In the bathroom,” she replied, hoping he wouldn’t ask her to go model it for him.
“I can hear your mind working,” Brian said, kissing her on the mouth. “Be right back.”
He darted off the bed, looking lithe and male in the soft light. Who said only women looked better by candlelight? Jill rolled to her side, waiting for him. Being flat on her back was way too weird when he wasn’t on top. He strolled back in with the green silk in his hands.
“I like this,” he commented, sliding back onto the bed. “So, how about I undress you, dress you with this, and then undress you again?”
“Way too complicated.” She reached for his pullover. “I can wear it later.”
He helped her take it off. “It won’t stay on long, Jill.”
His firm skin took all her attention. His muscles curved in well-defined ropes on his shoulders and arms. The pecs could have been carved in stone. She reached out a tentative hand to touch his chiseled abs.
“You’re acting like you’ve never seen my chest before.”
What did it matter if he sounded amused? “Perhaps it’s because I can actually focus on it without…” She stopped short. How much to tell?
He nudged her hands out of the way and drew her shirt off. “Keep talking.”
As his hands fingered her lacy pink bra, she shifted closer. “Well, when we were just friends, it was hard not to ogle you. And lately, I’ve been the one without the shirt on since you were trying to keep yourself under control. I haven’t really seen your chest like this.” She gestured to it.
“Do you like what you see?” he murmured, his thumb running along the lacy edges. “I know I do.”
She laid a palm on his pec, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her fingers. Suddenly everything became real. Something new—and old—shifted inside her. She was here with Brian, the love of her life. A new serenity emerged. Memories of how it had been with him before added to the passion she felt now.
“I love you,” she murmured, needing to tell him now.
The fingers unhooking her bra stilled. His eyes flicked up to hers, allowing her to see inside him. The boy. The man. The human. The triumphs. The mistakes. The search.
Whatever else there was in the world, he was hers. And she would always be his.
He cupped her neck with one warm palm, held her eyes. “I love you too.”
Emotion rolled through her. This, she thought, this was how it was meant to be.
They moved with a new ease. Nerves faded and warmth grew into heat as their mouths met and urged them toward passion.
He tugged off her bra, and when his mouth took her breasts one at a time, she arched, seeking more, giving more.
How could she have doubted herself? An inner knowing emerged inside her. Her hands knew how to caress his skin. There was no hesitation when she reached for his jeans. No embarrassment when he pressed her hand to him, jerking his hips once. His groan was symphonic to her ear. The zipper hissed its way down in the quiet room. Helping him out of the denim until he was naked made her grateful to be alive.
It seemed the most natural thing to touch him, stroke him, while his eyes watched her.
“I want to see all of you,” he finally murmured, reaching for her skirt.
When they were both naked, he trailed his hands down her chest to her center, then angled down her thighs to her knees. “God,” he uttered. “Look at those legs. I’ve been wondering about this forever. I didn’t have the time to really look last time. Didn’t I say you were beautiful?”
Her stomach seemed designed for his kisses. But he didn’t stop there. The tops of her thighs seemed to summon him. Then the line where leg met hip. The kisses moved back up her torso to her breasts,
and he continued his path until he found her mouth. She opened to him, letting their tongues tangle as he smoothed his hand over her leg, lifting it to him. Pressing belly to belly was a new sensation. She contracted, ready to spring ahead for whatever was next.
Something silky slid over her breasts. When he broke contact, she saw the green negligee in his hands.
“See how beautiful it looks against your skin. Put it on for me, Jill.”
The fabric’s silky slide down her body made her shiver in delight. Brian played with the fabric’s edge at the tops of her thighs and then parted her legs.
“Open for me. I need to touch you.”
His harsh, nearly hoarse voice made her remember how his touch had felt last time. Heat suffused her, and the gentle passes he made at her core had her back arching. Then he increased the pressure, rubbing in quick strokes before easing back to lighter caresses. Her nipples tightened, and she stretched back against the pillows, wanting more. Gave a throaty moan before opening wider to him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered and parted her with his fingers.
A finger eased inside, rubbing, circling, making the heat peak. Her hips moved once, then twice as he deepened the touch. Inside. Outside. All forcing her toward something stronger and more powerful. Something she couldn’t resist.
The satin hiked higher up her thighs. She opened her eyes to see his hand easing it up over her stomach. His feverish eyes met hers. He deepened his caress inside her and pressed his warm, open mouth to her belly.
Sensation took over as her eyes lids shut, her hips lifting. Need rose from her throat in one long, low moan.
“That’s it,” he whispered, raising the green silk above her breasts, taking one in his mouth. The pull on her breast. The beat of her blood. The caress between her legs. It was all too much. Everything seemed to contract and then spring forth. The climax hit her in one strong burst. She pulsed against his hand as he heightened her pleasure, murmuring against her skin.
She licked her lips, panting. Felt his hands leave her. Shift the green silk over her head with gentle care.
“God, you take my breath away.”
The guttural note in his voice made her crack her eyes open. He shifted. A synthetic package ripped, which she realized was a condom.
“I need you, Jill.”
She opened her arms. He settled against her body, took her mouth in a deep, dark kiss. Passion spiked again. His hands settled under her butt, lifting her. He penetrated her slowly.
Her head writhed back and forth on the pillow as her lids fell. His size, his heat, the movement. So slow. So deliberate. Everything fired her up again. When he sank to the hilt, she opened her eyes. Knew he was looking at her. At them. Joined.
“Move with me,” he murmured and sank out and then in, letting her adjust to the motion, the penetration.
Soon she was mindless. Passion flooded her, making her lock her legs around his waist. He took over, sinking deep inside her, his thrusts powerful and consuming. Her hands slid off his sweaty back to grab his hair.
He groaned when she tugged, his body pounding into hers, opening her up even more. With a thrust she was sure pierced her wide, she peaked again, shaking against him as he lunged deep. Teeth bared, he groaned as he came, hips jerking.
When he folded onto her, his face pressed into her neck, she sank into the pleasure, awash on a wave of pink light. She drifted out to the shore she’d discovered with him before.
In her haze, she listened to his heart, his breath. Savored their connection. The beauty made her eyes tear. Hope—as fragile and precious as a soap bubble—rose within her.
He didn’t move for some moments. Simply held her.
Then he rolled to his side and slid out of her. When he left the bed, she curled a hand under her cheek and reached for the sheet without opening her eyes. The pink light receded. Surely he was coming back.
His body eased against her before she knew it. His hands pulled her close and adjusted her to him. She caressed his chest. God, finally, was all she could think.
They’d gotten through it.
Hell, more than through it.
Up it, under it, over it…
Over the river and through the woods started playing in her head. She stopped when she got to grandmother’s house. She was so not thinking about that now.
She gave a breathy sigh with a hint of sound—from now on she’d think of it as the love-me sigh.
“Happy?” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
“Uh-huh.” Real words couldn’t be uttered yet. It felt incredible to float on pleasure’s waves. Better than espresso in the morning after an all-nighter. Better than the first ski on the first snow of winter…
“Me too.”
They stayed that way for a long time, quiet, bodies cooling. Jill continued to stroke him when the mood struck her, and he did the same for her.
She realized it was the longest they’d gone without talking in ages. It was perfect.
When she was sure her eyes could finally open without a forklift, she let them flicker on the new scene. Naked. Brian’s fingers dancing across her stomach. The sheet tucked around his waist. All that golden skin calling out for her touch. Candles sputtering. She took a deep breath, inhaling musk and sweat and aromatherapy.
She wanted to raise her hands to the ceiling and belt out a Hallelujah, but it seemed sacrilegious. She decided she didn’t care, so she settled for something else.
“Finally!”
His throaty chuckle rumbled near her ear. “Exactly.” He tipped her chin up. “Do I even need to ask?”
The smile simply burst from her, seeing his mussed hair, puffy lips. “What?”
“Whether you enjoyed it?”
They looked at each other, grinning like loons. She couldn’t do anything else. He couldn’t seem to either. It was like they’d sniffed glue or something.
“We so need to do it again—just to make sure it wasn’t a one-time deal.”
He snorted. “What about last time?”
Shadows danced on the walls of her mind. Pleasure, yes, but more. Irresponsibility. Fear. Heartache. She shoved it all in a box, trying to stay in this perfect moment.
“That was insanity. Hot insanity,” she corrected when his eyes narrowed. “This was…”
“The perfect epilogue to sausage and hiccups?”
“Don’t remind me,” she pouted, giving him a light punch.
“Maybe we can manage a meal now that the pressure’s out of the way. I’m starving.” He kissed her on the mouth and rolled out of bed.
She watched him move to her closet. God, he had a fantastic butt. Hell, the whole back of him was pretty incredible.
“Turn around,” she called, starting to enjoy herself. Jillian Marie Hale had herself a lover. Hah! “I want to see if the front’s as good as the back.”
His laugh snorted out. “You just want to see my sausage.”
She threw a pillow at him. “Well, your sausages are going to be cold. Do you want me to heat them back up for you?”
He turned around and stole her breath, completely calling her out on her own request. When he raised a brow, she smirked.
“Yep, it’s as good as the back.”
“I’m glad you think so.” When he pulled out a navy terrycloth robe from her closet, she had a moment of disorientation. She looked closer, seeing more of his clothes next to her own. As she scanned the room, she realized there were other signs of him. A pair of boots. His wallet on her dresser. He really had moved in. It was kinda weird.
“You’re not thinking about my sausage anymore,” he commented, drawing her attention.
His eyes held hers as he shrugged on his robe. She could all but hear him telling her to take a minute. Get used to him being in her space. Calm down.
Clearly sex had only heightened their ability to read each other.
“So, when you reheat the sausages, do you recommend a nice hotdog bun or cutting them into itty, bitty pieces?
” She made the motions with her hands.
He belted the robe. “Well, then… I’d suggest the bun.”
Were they even talking about eating anymore? “Fine, then go warm them up for us.” She waited for him to move. When he leaned against the wall, she narrowed her eyes.
“If you think I’m walking out of here without seeing you walk over here buck naked, you’re crazy. I’ve been fantasizing about this for years.”
Her belly jumped. “You truly are a sick man.”
“Yep.” He held out her robe. “You can have it if you come to papa.”
“I’ll kick you to the moon if you say that again.” She fingered the sheet. “I’m not ready for this.”
“I just kissed about every inch of you… Well, I might have missed a few spots I’ll have to take care of later.”
Her thighs contracted.
“This is part of it. Jump in the deep end, Red. Strut your stuff.”
Shoulders back, she drew herself out of bed, her posture as elegant as a swan’s. His gaze flicked down her body in one sweep. Plucking her robe from his hands was easy. He was almost drooling.
“Are you going to go heat those sausages or what?” she asked, belting it.
“It’s already heated,” he announced, pulling her back to the bed. “I’m hungry for something else, after all.”
When he crushed his mouth to hers, she flung her arms out.
This was what it felt like to be ravished, to not care if you ate anything other than lust and sex for days. She was happy to be on the Sex Starvation Diet.
At last!
Jillian Marie Hale had arrived.
Chapter 29
Jill jerked in bed when the alarm blared All Night Long. God, she was tired. She reached blindly to stop the assault. Encountered flesh. Shrieked.
“Jesus,” Brian muttered, shoving his pillow over his face. “You really know how to wake up in the morning.”
Memories flashed through her blurry mind. Sweat, skin, tangled sheets, the spoon—and a relaxation even yoga couldn’t equal.
They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. It had been like some crazed sex orgy for two minus that goat-satyr guy with the flute. Years of wanting had turned into hours of unimpeded passion and release.
