Run, Hide - By Carol Ericson Page 0,46

he brushed her warm folds back with his thumbs.

She shuddered and arched her back, positioning herself inches from his mouth. He blew on her moist flesh while he rotated his thumbs.

She gasped and lifted her head, pressing her chin to her chest. “You’re not going to take a half hour down there, are you?”

He dipped one finger inside her. “I just might.”

Groaning, she flopped back against the pillow. With his finger still inserted in her tight walls, he nibbled around her edges, his tongue darting out for small tastes of her honey.

Then he went to work in earnest, and she didn’t stand a chance against his tender assault. He brought her to climax within minutes, and as she began to come down from her high, shaking and moaning, he thrust his tongue inside her again and again.

She clutched at his hair, her fingernails digging into his scalp. Her thighs clamped around his head, drowning him in her musky scent.

He sucked her into his mouth, as gently as a soft, ocean breeze. Must’ve felt like a gale force wind because she screamed as he toyed with her, drawing her closer to the edge of the precipice.

This time he left her hanging. As he straddled her body, she squirmed beneath him, her hands clawing at his chest for release. He nudged her thighs apart and drove into her, lifting her bottom from the bed. He pulled out and thrust again, and she shattered beneath him.

Her climax clutched around him as he pounded against her. She lay spent for a moment and he slowed his movement. Then she reached up and held his face in her hands. Her blue gaze never leaving his, she whispered. “Your turn.”

“Don’t worry. I plan to take it.” He pulled out and flipped her over while she dragged a pillow beneath her chest and lifted her hips in blatant invitation.

He rose to his knees and steadied her with his hands on either side of her rounded bottom. He rode her from behind, his skin slapping hers in an erotic rhythm that signaled their ultimate connection.

When he came, he couldn’t stifle the growls born from his primal satisfaction. He also couldn’t let go of his wife. Still shuddering with his release, he reached around and stroked her where their bodies met. She shivered and pushed against his probing fingers.

Her heat grew around him once again. Her creamy

derriere undulated against his belly, and he hardened in response. This time she climaxed with a whimper instead of a cry. A long, soft sigh escaped her lips, and her body melted beneath his, trapping his hand between her hot flesh and the mattress below.

He slipped out of her and rolled to the side.

She opened one eye. “I can’t move.”

“That opens up all kinds of possibilities.” He traced the beads of her spine with the tip of his finger, lightly following her bottom crease. He tucked his fingers between her legs and stroked her damp inner thighs.

“Mmm.” She burrowed her face into the pillow, inching her legs apart.

He rubbed her bottom with the flat of his hand, while the fingers of his other hand swirled closer to her heated core. “Do you want another?”

She shifted her head to the side, a guilty smile playing across her lips. “I wouldn’t mind, but—” she ran her hand down his belly and stroked him “—you’re not ready yet.”

“Yet is the operative word.” He nudged one finger inside while he pinched her flesh with the others.

She sucked in a breath and jerked at his touch. “You do have magic fingers.”

“Don’t forget my magic tongue.”

“And your magic...”

Without ever releasing his hold on her, he nudged her onto her back and continued his magic.

* * *

CADE HAD FALLEN INTO a drugged sleep, which someone was trying to spoil. The reality of making love to Jenna and his dreams had merged into one long night of pleasure and satiation.

He’d held her close all night, their limbs tangled, their hands always searching, their lips meeting in hot, hungry kisses. He didn’t know where his body left off and hers began.

He reached for her again, his fingers crawling across cool, empty sheets. Empty.

He struggled against the weights on his eyelids as someone poked him in the side. “Cade, Cade, wake up. Isn’t that the bar where you met your father last night?”

Jenna’s words acted like a splash of cold water on his face. He rubbed his eyes, kicking the tangled sheets from his naked body. “What?”

“On the TV. Wait. I think I