After Love by Kathy Clark Page A

was a dirty spoon on the stove and reached for it just as Nick turned for the wine bottle on the counter. They collided and Nick grabbed her around the waist to steady them both. It was completely unplanned, but with their bodies pressed together, Nick couldn’t resist. As she looked up at him, he lowered his head until their lips touched, gently at first. But when they moved over each other, he became more greedy and his hand cupped her face, pulling her even closer.
    To his surprise, she didn’t pull away. Instead her arms twined around his neck, and she rose on her tiptoes, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. His mouth opened, and her tongue thrust inside, teasing him with sensuous strokes across the roof of his mouth before jousting with his tongue in a heated battle that left his knees weak.
    His eager cock was pushing against her stomach, aching to be let out of the restraint of his jeans. “Oh God, Jamie,” he moaned without lifting his lips from hers. Jamie’s fingers dropped to the strip of buttons on his shirt, and she freed them one by one, then pulled his shirt open to reveal his broad, bare chest.
    He took that as a positive sign. Desperate to feel her flesh, he broke away long enough to grab the hem of her blouse and pull it over her head. No sooner had it cleared her arms than her fingers focused on the buttons of his jeans. She had to struggle a little with those because of the pressure pushing against them, but as soon as his fly was open, her hand slid inside and cupped the bulge of his erection.
    He unclasped the back of her bra, and it fell to the floor, releasing her full breasts for his viewing. His hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her to the counter, which put her nipples at the perfect level for his hungry eyes to devour. Pert and dark pink, they grew even more swollen under his gaze. He took a breast in each hand, marveling at how perfectly round and firm they were.
    Unable to resist any longer, he held her left breast up while he leaned forward. His tongue circled and flicked before he sucked the hardened bud completely into his mouth.
    Jamie’s head lolled back against the cabinet door and her fingers curled around the edge of the counter as he lapped and pulled on one nipple, then the other, until she could stand it no longer. Frantically she fumbled with the fastener on her shorts. Nick stopped long enough to kick off his tennis shoes, pull his gun out of the back of his belt and place it on top of the refrigerator, then push his jeans and shorts down and kick them out of the way. He shrugged out of his shirt, then helped Jamie wiggle out of her shorts and panties. They got twisted around her boots, and he had to spend valuable seconds pulling them off, boots and clothes all tangled together. They dropped to the floor with a clunk.
    His lips returned to hers while his fingers stroked up her thigh until they encountered the moist, heated center of her womanhood. He rubbed her gently, then let one finger slip inside. She was wet and ready for him, which excited him even more. For a moment he hesitated, feeling the briefest twinge in his conscience about her vulnerability. But when her fingers wrapped around his penis, squeezing and pulling it toward her, he gave up all thoughts of honor and chivalry. In fact, at that point there was nothing on his mind but burying himself inside her.
    He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, and she obliged by wrapping her legs around his waist, leaving herself wide open for his possession. His penis touched her, then pushed in a little at a time. He was fully enlarged, and she was surprisingly tight. She helped him by scooting closer until she was almost completely off the counter. The extra momentum thrust him completely in, and he paused, savoring the velvety softness that enveloped him. That calm lasted only a few seconds, then he pulled out and slid in again, slowly increasing the pace.
    Jamie moaned, then wrapped her arms around his neck and