To Love Someone (Baytown Boys #14) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,88

for insomnia?”

“Yeah. You.”

Not needing any more encouragement, he shifted slightly so that his mouth landed on hers. She yielded immediately, and his tongue slid between her lips, gliding over the minty-toothpaste freshness, tangling with her tongue. He snaked one hand underneath the hem of her camisole and drew it up over her head, shifting again so that he could kiss along her jaw, down her neck, to her full breasts where he pulled a nipple deeply into his mouth.

His fingers drifted over her belly, feeling her twitch when he moved over her tickle-spot. His hand continued its path, sliding between her legs, dragging through her folds, finding them slick and ready. Inserting his forefinger into her channel, he thrust while his thumb circled her clit. Her back arched as a groan erupted, his assault ongoing. His teeth nipped her breasts, his erection pressed hard and firm against her hip, and his fingers worked furiously inside her sex. She finally cried out, her inner muscles clenching around his finger. Slowly pulling his finger free, he lifted it to his mouth, sucking her juices before taking her lips in a kiss once again, allowing her to taste her essence on his tongue.

She kissed him back with abandon and shifted to her back. He rolled her forward before thrusting his large thigh between her legs. Without words, she lifted her leg as he guided his aching cock into her channel from behind.

This angle presented a different sensation, and if her moans were any indication, she felt it, too. Tight, slick, the heady scent of their arousal filled the air. With one arm under her neck, his hand curved downward to cup a breast, his other hand continuing its ministrations on her clit as his cock pistoned, his pelvis hitting against her ass.

“Come on, babe,” he grunted.

“I’m…”

“Come on.” His lower back was coiled and tingling, his orgasm not far off. Pinching her clit with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other, he powered through as she cried out, arching her back and pressing her ass toward him. His release blasted from him, and he could swear sparks flew behind his tightly closed eyelids. Continuing to pump until every last drop had been wrung from his cock, he buried his face in her neck.

Finally, opening his eyes, his chest heaved with the exertion, and her panting breaths forced air from her lungs as well. Their sweat-slicked bodies stayed curved together until their heartbeats began to slow, beating in unison. His cock slipped from her warmth. “Think you can sleep now?”

Laughter barked out as she turned to face him. “Yeah, I think you wore me out.”

They kissed, soft and gentle, the silky touch of lovers’ lips. Separating, he mumbled, “Be right back. Stay put, and I’ll get a cloth.” They had dispensed with condoms weeks ago since she was on the pill and they were both clean. But he loved taking care of her. After cleaning himself, he wet a cloth with warm water and stalked back into the bedroom, finding her lying on her side, her head propped up with her hand, and her eyes pinned on him. The grin on her face sent electricity straight to his heart.

Gently cleaning her, he tossed the cloth back into the sink and crawled between the sheets once more. Tucking her in close, he was glad that she settled quickly, her breathing soon indicating she had found slumber.

He lay, his chin rested on her head, and thought of their situation. She is getting the paperwork tomorrow to check the vaccinations, but I’m calling in Colt and Liam. Might as well get them prepped for the investigation.

23

Samantha was exhausted. Her muscles were tired, and she was sure her bones hurt as well. She’d spent the day darting around, trying to keep her eye on everyone at the clinic. Particularly if any of the staff were going in and out of the pharmaceutical closet. They were busy, and as usual, inoculations were being given. Susan, Tonya, and Brentley were dispensing medications.

While trying to see clients and keep an eye on the staff, she’d plastered a smile on her face in an attempt to keep anyone from being suspicious that she was watching them. But her cheeks hurt from her fake smile, and her frustration mounted as soon as she would come out of an examination room only to realize that she’d been unable to keep an eye on everyone else.

“Are you okay?” Annette asked when Samantha walked past