Love Proof (Laws of Attraction) - By Elizabeth Ruston Page 0,58
and stroking him, and Joe groaned as she controlled him from both above and below.
“Sarah . . . ”
He slid his fingers into her wetness and pulled her mouth back up to his. Sarah locked her arms around his neck and pressed as much of herself as she could against him, chest to chest, groin to groin. Joe briefly abandoned her mouth to nip and suck at one of her breasts, but then they devoured each other again as he backed her toward the wall.
He paused for a moment to grab his jeans from the floor and dig into one of the pockets.
“That sure, huh?” Sarah managed to say as Joe found the condom.
“Never sure.” Then he was back in position, kissing her, lifting her from the ground so they could take each other the way they had that very first time.
“No,” Sarah said. “Wait.” Even though she wanted it that way, too, hard and fast and now. Her heart pounded so hard she had to hold her hand there to steady it. “We’re only doing this once, so you’d better make it last.”
Joe immediately obliged by carrying her to the bed. He ripped the covers back and lowered her to the sheet.
He met her gaze with a dark and knowing look, then levered her thighs apart and took her with his mouth.
Sarah cried out, arching her back, nearly pushing him away, ready to stop him at any moment because it was too good, too long overdue, and she might not live through it.
Damn right you’ll let him do this, her body responded, shoving those insane thoughts right out of her mind. You shut up and let him go.
So she shut up and let him go.
All through dinner she imagined what it might be like to be with him again, but her fantasies hadn’t done him justice. Here he was, flesh and blood, the best lover she had ever had, and he’d lost none of that, only improved on it.
She thought she understood her body, what it liked, what it needed, how long it took to climb up the crest and then take the plunge over. But between his tongue and a hand expertly deployed, Sarah could feel the pressure of a wave building far too soon, ready to take her whenever she let it.
“Joe—”
“I know,” he answered, “do it.”
And with that she let go, his name on her lips as she let the wave overtake her.
He stayed with her the whole time, still pressing, still tasting, charging every nerve in her body with such wattage and heat she wondered how it could still be safe to touch her.
Then he was above her, with a look of such exquisite need on his face, she didn’t wait to hear the words.
“Sarah, I have to—” But she was already pulling him to her, because she needed it, too. He paused only long enough for the condom, then he was on top of her, sliding into her, as Sarah lifted her hips to meet him.
She had waited too long, she knew now. Waited and tortured them both. When really this was for her, had been for her all along, and giving Joe pleasure was no sacrifice when she could have all of this for herself.
They moved together, lovers who had memorized each other’s desires once before and had forgotten absolutely nothing. Sarah arched as she came again and Joe drove himself to release. The two of them trembled with the force of it, Sarah’s arms still shaking as they held on to each other and waited for their eruptions to subside.
Then Joe rolled to the side and pulled Sarah close against him. She draped her body over his and rested her head against his chest, feeling the strong pulse of his heart against her cheek. She reached up her hand, and he threaded his fingers through hers. Then she lifted her face and pulled him toward her so he could kiss her again.
“Damn, Burke,” she whispered. Then she collapsed back onto his chest.
He stroked a hand gently down her back.
“Sarah . . . ” But then he must have forgotten what he was going to say. He covered them both in the blankets, then wrapped her in his arms.
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Sarah dozed for almost an hour before her leg twitched and woke her up. She and Joe had changed positions during that time, and she now lay on her back with her thigh open, resting on top of Joe’s. He slept on his back, too,