it was wonderful to be lying next to him again. Everywhere he touched her, she was alight with desire.
His mouth traced the arch of her brow, kissed her at the corner of her eye. “I thought I’d lost you tonight.”
Violet slipped her hand under his shirt, felt the beating of his heart under her palm, his unsteady breathing. “Take this off.” She tugged at the soft cotton. “As for tonight, I’m a lot tougher than you think.”
“Not too tough.” He yanked his shirt over his head and kissed her again, his lips and mouth warm and sweet against hers. He slid his hands under her shirt and thumbed her nipples. The desire mounted, a swelling tide of arousal sending a hot rush of blood to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. The intensity of the feeling unnerved her, made her feel out of control and heedless.
Francis pulled the shirt over her head, then eased her panties down her hips and down her legs, tossing them both over the edge of the bed.
“I can’t believe you undressed me.”
“Just the top layers,” he said, his hands busy on her breasts. “It’s so much easier when you’re tipsy.”
“You’re taking advantage.”
“Yes, I am.” He stripped off his own pants and pressed the length of his body against hers.
She opened her mouth to say something else and he lowered his head to her nipple, pulling the tight flesh into his mouth She gasped, the warmth of his mouth inflaming her even more, making her wriggle with impatience on the bed sheets. Arching her body, she pressed closer, opening her legs to rub against the hard ridge of his erection. He was familiar to her, his body was familiar, but given the events of the past few days, it was as if she was with him for the first time.
His leg was between hers now, nudging her thighs wider. One of his hands dragged across her stomach and lower, his fingers parting the soft cleft and touching her with infinite gentleness. Her head swam with the exquisite sensation, each stroke sending waves of hot excitement across sensitized nerve endings until she shuddered with a frantic orgasm, a whistling breath expelling from her lungs.
“That’s nice, right?”
“Nice?” She tried to catch her breath, her body still thrumming with warm aftershocks. “My goodness. That was…fabulous.”
“We’ll go on from there.” His weight lifted off of her for a moment to reach for the nightstand.
Violet grabbed his arm, stopping him. “No,” she said. “I don’t need that…” Her voice was shy to her own ears. “If you don’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you’re sure.”
“I asked you.”
“I suggested it, didn’t I?”
“I have a suggestion,” he said. “Let’s get married.”
The tone of his voice was so casual he could have been offering her a glass of water. “Isn’t there a waiting period?”
“You’re stalling.” He tossed the condom back on the nightstand. “Listen, Violet. No matter what you might think, I’d consider myself lucky if you’d have me. Besides,” he continued, squinting at her in the half-light of the room, “you need someone to keep you out of trouble.”
Violet laughed. “Judging from Rogers’ face, you’re pretty handy with a Mag-Lite. I might have to keep you around.”
“We go well together.”
She was quiet for a moment as she considered what he said. “We do, don’t we?” A thought occurred to her. “But, Francis—”
“But what?”
“You don’t like children.”
“Correction,” he said. “I don’t like children roaming wild in party stores. It’s a specific phobia with a specific set of circumstances.” He grabbed her hand, squeezed it. “So what do you say, Vee?”
Why not? “I say yes.”
“Good.”
Francis moved over her, settling in the cradle of her thighs. One more kiss and he entered her in one long thrust, pushing until he filled her. She drew up her knees to encircle his waist and dug her fingertips into his shoulders.
Covering her neck in
His mouth traced the arch of her brow, kissed her at the corner of her eye. “I thought I’d lost you tonight.”
Violet slipped her hand under his shirt, felt the beating of his heart under her palm, his unsteady breathing. “Take this off.” She tugged at the soft cotton. “As for tonight, I’m a lot tougher than you think.”
“Not too tough.” He yanked his shirt over his head and kissed her again, his lips and mouth warm and sweet against hers. He slid his hands under her shirt and thumbed her nipples. The desire mounted, a swelling tide of arousal sending a hot rush of blood to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. The intensity of the feeling unnerved her, made her feel out of control and heedless.
Francis pulled the shirt over her head, then eased her panties down her hips and down her legs, tossing them both over the edge of the bed.
“I can’t believe you undressed me.”
“Just the top layers,” he said, his hands busy on her breasts. “It’s so much easier when you’re tipsy.”
“You’re taking advantage.”
“Yes, I am.” He stripped off his own pants and pressed the length of his body against hers.
She opened her mouth to say something else and he lowered his head to her nipple, pulling the tight flesh into his mouth She gasped, the warmth of his mouth inflaming her even more, making her wriggle with impatience on the bed sheets. Arching her body, she pressed closer, opening her legs to rub against the hard ridge of his erection. He was familiar to her, his body was familiar, but given the events of the past few days, it was as if she was with him for the first time.
His leg was between hers now, nudging her thighs wider. One of his hands dragged across her stomach and lower, his fingers parting the soft cleft and touching her with infinite gentleness. Her head swam with the exquisite sensation, each stroke sending waves of hot excitement across sensitized nerve endings until she shuddered with a frantic orgasm, a whistling breath expelling from her lungs.
“That’s nice, right?”
“Nice?” She tried to catch her breath, her body still thrumming with warm aftershocks. “My goodness. That was…fabulous.”
“We’ll go on from there.” His weight lifted off of her for a moment to reach for the nightstand.
Violet grabbed his arm, stopping him. “No,” she said. “I don’t need that…” Her voice was shy to her own ears. “If you don’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you’re sure.”
“I asked you.”
“I suggested it, didn’t I?”
“I have a suggestion,” he said. “Let’s get married.”
The tone of his voice was so casual he could have been offering her a glass of water. “Isn’t there a waiting period?”
“You’re stalling.” He tossed the condom back on the nightstand. “Listen, Violet. No matter what you might think, I’d consider myself lucky if you’d have me. Besides,” he continued, squinting at her in the half-light of the room, “you need someone to keep you out of trouble.”
Violet laughed. “Judging from Rogers’ face, you’re pretty handy with a Mag-Lite. I might have to keep you around.”
“We go well together.”
She was quiet for a moment as she considered what he said. “We do, don’t we?” A thought occurred to her. “But, Francis—”
“But what?”
“You don’t like children.”
“Correction,” he said. “I don’t like children roaming wild in party stores. It’s a specific phobia with a specific set of circumstances.” He grabbed her hand, squeezed it. “So what do you say, Vee?”
Why not? “I say yes.”
“Good.”
Francis moved over her, settling in the cradle of her thighs. One more kiss and he entered her in one long thrust, pushing until he filled her. She drew up her knees to encircle his waist and dug her fingertips into his shoulders.
Covering her neck in
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