All the Right Moves - By Jo Leigh Page 0,41
when the rogue waves hit.
It was unlike anything that had happened to her before. She never realized that sex had a certain sameness, that she’d come to think of it as a piece, separate from the man she was with, but this...this had everything to do with John.
They were connected. Physically, but way more than that. “Oh,” she said, as if that small word could explain it. When she tried for more, it made her blink, so she stopped.
She grew hot in increments. Again, from where he thrust into her, then outward. As if he’d set her blood on fire with a slow match. A prickling sort of heat sparked her nerve endings. God, she didn’t know what was happening. It wasn’t pressure as much as sheer pleasure that kept building. She wasn’t even sure if it was his hand making her feel...
The orgasm overtook her. Her eyes closed.
This was different. Sound muffled, the sheets rubbed against her skin, his weight kept her from floating away, and the tremors, lord, they weren’t waves but pounding surf.
Somewhere in the outer world, he stopped and a sound from deep in his throat broke through. It took a long while to come back from wherever she’d gone. Until the world focused again, and she could breathe without gasping.
John held her in his arms. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her gently, savoring rather than taking. Making Cassie feel safe. Safer than she’d felt in a long time.
* * *
HIS ARM WAS still around her when Cassie opened her eyes, and her cheek was pressed against his lightly haired chest. Something else new for her. She liked having her space, especially in summer when it was warm even with the air on. She also didn’t like bringing men home. When it came to John, it seemed she was willing to break all kinds of rules.
They’d both dozed off sometime around 2:00 a.m., which was good. At least for Cassie. She needed the sleep. Her last exam was tomorrow and tonight she had to work. As much as she hated to, she moved her head to see the digital alarm clock. Only five-twenty. She didn’t have to kick John out for a few more hours. It wouldn’t be easy, but she had little choice if she wanted to get in some serious studying.
He tightened his hold. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just now. I woke you when I looked at the clock, didn’t I?”
“Nope.” He rubbed her arm, his fingers grazing her bare breast. “I’ve been lying here for ten minutes trying to decide how cruel it would be to wake you.”
“For?”
John laughed and kissed her hair.
“Need I remind you we already used the second condom?” She threw a leg over his, not surprised to find he was getting hard.
“I’m a pretty creative guy.” He rolled onto his side so they were face-to-face and put his other arm around her, too. “Did I tell you how great you were last night?”
Startled, she looked up at him and laughed.
“At the party.”
“Oh.”
“Because after we got home, you were spectacular.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, then briefly kissed her lips before resting his chin on top of her head. She liked that her cheek ended up against his chest again. Loved that she felt the vibration of his deep, contented sigh.
“So, I was wondering. How come you’re so tan?”
“All the topics in the world and you come up with why am I so tan?”
“I couldn’t help it. That adorably pale butt was mesmerizing.”
She raised her head to stare at him. “Because you think it’s adorable, and only because of that, I’ll tell you. I’m tan from my weekly spa day. I try to fit in a spray tan between my mani-pedi and facial.”
The way he looked at her was priceless. “Now who’s adorable? Yard work, goofus. I mow the grass and weed in my swimsuit.”
“Lucky neighbors.”
“Most of them are over seventy. They wouldn’t care if I were naked.”
“Here I thought you were smart,” he said, his face lit with amusement. “You don’t have a clue about men.”
“The hell you say. I’m around enough of them.”
“When it comes to a naked woman, as long as a man is breathing—”
“Stop.” She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “Thanks for that— Just what I need, to picture Ed Gibbons from next door leering at me through the blinds...eww.”
He captured her hand and only then did she realize she’d been inching toward his cock. “When is yard-work day?”
“Why?” She peeked