Angel's Peak by Robyn Carr Page A

there, gently parted her legs with a strategically placed knee and claimed her lips. Ah…she thought. That’s what she remembered—that mouth, those lips, all that feeling. Sean. Passion. Hunger. She let him kiss her, let his tongue enter. But her response had cooled; she was worried about what she was doing!
    Sean left her lips and rose above her, looking into her eyes. “Uh-oh,” he said. “You’re thinking. All of a sudden, you’re thinking.”
    “This shouldn’t be happening now,” she whispered weakly.
    “Oh, it’s happening,” he said. “Believe me, it’s happening.”
    “This will make sorting everything out even harder,” she said.
    “Fuck the problems for a little while. Stop thinking. Go back to that other place, where you were just wanting.”
    “I’m not sure I can,” she said, giving her head a little shake.
    He touched her lips softly, then harder. He traced them with his tongue. “Sure you can,” he whispered. “Nobody wants like you do, Franci. Work with me here.” He possessed her mouth, then his fingers found her most vulnerable spot between her legs and a delicious moan escaped her as she lunged her hips toward him. Amazing, she thought, how Sean’s skillful mouth, his talented hand, could completely numb her mind and quiet the chatter. He let go of her wrists; his lips found her breast and, with precision, he entered her in one long, deep thrust that made her gasp and push back against him to bring him home.
    “God,” she said in a breath. “Oh, God, oh, God.” Her hands were on his back, holding him tightly against her, running up and down in slow, rough caresses. She grabbed the hard muscles of his butt and pulled him against her, into her, hearing him groan. Every nerve ending was on fire; there was a longing inside her that needed to be taken care of right away. She did exactly what she thought she couldn’t—she stopped thinking and let her body take over, bucking beneath him, moaning, whimpering, clinging to him, riding with him in a powerful, stormy, wild pumping that teased the deepest part of her into a hunger so strong, it robbed her of breath. She gasped, wanting and craving and needing. She wrapped her legs around him, scraped her nails down his back and felt the tension shatter inside her, bathing her in a blinding, pulsing heat that flowed from her core to every extremity.
    “Ahhhh,” he sighed. “Oh, honey,” he whispered so softly she barely heard. “Oh, baby, that’s the way…” And then he took his—thrusting into her hard, letting it go, throbbing with his own pleasure.
    Then she fell limp, satisfied, a pile of stress and yearning that had gone all soft and weak beneath him. A small laugh escaped her. Something about a fabulous orgasm always made her laugh a little.
    Really, she hadn’t had one like that in a good four years.
    “Funny?” he asked.
    “Not even,” she said. Then she laughed again, softly, lightly. “I suddenly feel so good.”
    “No kidding,” he said, and he rolled off her carefully, lying beside her, spent.
    He dashed off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then was back, holding her again. They were quiet for a few moments. Then Franci turned onto her side, raised up on an elbow, looked down into his handsome green eyes and said, “Now, we can’t do that again. We have to sort out our issues.”
    “Oh, Jesus,” he said. “Why me?”
    “Why you, what?”
    “This isn’t the best time to become completely irrational,” Sean said.
    “Well, I don’t think I’m irrational at all, but why do you say that?” she asked.
    “We’re naked,” he answered. “We’re naked after the best sex either one of us has had in a long time, and we should be cuddly. You used to want to be cuddly. What’s wrong with you?”
    She frowned at him. “How do you know that’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time?”
    “You tore my clothes off. You left scars on my back.” He smiled at her. “Just an observation, hardly a