Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest) - By Carly Phillips Page 0,36

on a whoosh of air. All the blood in his body traveled south immediately.

He rose and dropped his sweats to the floor. Dazed by the loss of blood to his head, when she pushed his shoulders, he easily fell onto the couch and Cara lowered herself to the floor beside him. She edged between his thighs. Then she grasped his erection, wrapping her smaller hand around his aching shaft. Slowly, she drew her palm up and down, up and down, mimicking sex, pulling him in deeper. And when she covered the head with her thumb, rubbing moisture over the top, sensation shot straight to his balls.

He groaned and fell back against the cushion. He barely caught his breath when she slid his erection into her mouth, enclosing him in rich, moist heat. He had to see, to watch. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down to see her run her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He threaded his hand through her hair, absorbing the silken feel, the shallow movements of her head as she licked him, tasted him. Each time she reached the top, she paused to suck at the crown before drawing him in deeper once more.

Her wet mouth and the friction of her hand built sensation on sensation. He couldn’t not move. Couldn’t take it and began pumping his hips upward, thrusting himself against the back of her throat. She managed to keep up and soon he was boiling, ready to explode. But he wasn’t about to come alone.

He tapped the side of her cheek with his hand and she released him with a slow, teasing withdrawal that had him shaking in his seat. She glanced up at him with wide eyes, glazed with desire. No doubt she’d enjoyed the giving, and that more than anything fired him up.

“Get over here,” he said on a low growl.

To his surprise, she didn’t argue. She levered herself up to the couch. With one swift pull, he tore off her underwear and tossed it to the floor.

“That’s the only pair I have here!”

“We’ll figure something out later. Now come.” He patted his thighs.

She raised an eyebrow. “Condom, Mike.” Her voice sizzled with the same heat he was feeling.

“Shit.” He never forgot protection. Not knowing how he was conceived, the position pregnancy had left his mother in. The bedroom felt like it was miles away.

“But I’m on the pill,” Cara said, so quietly he almost hadn’t heard.

Relief rushed through him.

“I’m safe,” he promised her.

Her eyes lit up at his meaning.

“Me too. There’s been no one since y—”

He didn’t want to hear the end of the sentence, so he lifted her by the waist and brought her over his lap as she grabbed his shaft, placing it at her opening. Even with the light connection, he knew she was wet. Ready. Probably aching, he thought, just as he was.

Once she’d positioned her knees on either side of his thighs, he released her hips and thrust up at the same time she slammed down onto him.

“Oh God,” she moaned, the sound seeming to tear from deep inside her.

He knew what she meant. He felt her everywhere. “Ride me, baby.”

Her eyelids flew open. “Don’t call me—”

“Baby. Yeah, I’ve heard.” And he’d find out why another time.

Now he reached for her, sliding his hand over her shoulder to her neck, feeling her pulse hammering beneath her skin. “Ride me, Cara.”

He kissed her quickly and then she was off, lifting herself up and down, milking him in slick heat, her wet sheath contracting around him with each slide up and release. She clenched him tightly, taking him higher with every slide. When their bodies met once more, she twisted her hips, clearly searching for pressure he was only too happy to give.

He slid his hands between them and found the right spot. The slightest touch and she shook violently. A loving pinch and she lit up, exploding around him.

“Oh God, oh God, Michael.”

He thrust his hips upward, slamming home, lost to thought, to reason, to anything but the incredible sensations crashing into him harder and faster until he felt his release explode inside her body.

Seven

At his sister’s request, Mike headed into The Family Restaurant, located on the edge of Serendipity, for lunch and a chat. Sam, he knew, had also been summoned. Mike made his way into the dinerlike restaurant, which had been in the Donovan family for generations. Macy Donovan, the hostess, a pretty woman with light blue eyes and dark hair,