Penalty Clause by Lori Ryan Page A

bedroom. He lay Jill on the bed and took off his clothes. As Andrew pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, Jill watched him. She made no move to remove her own clothes.
    “Sweater. Off.” Andrew ordered Jill to remove her clothes with the patience and sophistication of a caveman, bringing a smile to Jill’s lips.  He couldn’t muster any more control right now. The way Jill had responded to him, the way she pressed her body into him sent Andrew to the edge of control so quickly, he couldn’t breathe.
    Jill pulled the sweater dress up over her head and exposed her incredible body. She wore matching white lace bra and panties and the sight of her in pristine white – virginal white – almost sent Andrew over the top. He groaned as Jill reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the bed beside her.
    She reached for her cowboy boots but Andrew had other ideas.
    “Those stay on. Get rid of the panties, Jill.”
    Andrew saw her swallow and hesitate, but she never moved her eyes from his.
    “Now, Jill,” Andrew said quietly. He was hanging onto his control by a thread.
    Andrew froze as he watched her slip the small scrap of white lace down her hips, over those heavenly thighs. She pulled her panties down over the sexiest fucking cowboy boots Andrew had ever seen. Jill lay back down on the bed and Andrew swallowed a curse as he crawled up the bed to her.
    He couldn’t taste enough of Jill. His hands could never hold enough of her and his erection all but screamed her name as it strained toward her body.
    “I can’t wait, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you, I promise, but I can’t wait.”
    Jill’s laughter answered him as he slipped on a condom but she quickly lost her laughter and her breath when he buried himself in her in one swift, powerful stroke. Jill’s arms and legs, complete with cowboy boots, came around Andrew’s hips. He heard her breathe his name in his ear and any scrap of control that was left was torn away.
    Andrew brought them both to release faster than he’d ever imagined possible. In tandem.
    He lay on top of Jill, desperate to catch his breath and regain the balance that she’d taken from him. Taking Jill with him, Andrew rolled to the side and they lay tangled together as they both fought to recover.
    “I’m sorry.” Andrew grinned at Jill. “From the moment I saw those boots on you, all I could think about was having my hands on you again, tasting you, feeling your muscles around me, your nails clawing at my back. I thought I’d go mad waiting. Give me ten minutes and I’ll make this up to you.” Andrew closed his eyes as he finished his rushed apology.
    “I’m not complaining. That was perfect. You sure have a way of bringing back a woman’s confidence.” Jill’s breath was still coming faster than usual and she ran her hands over his chest. She felt his arms in a greedy gesture that showed Andrew she’d be ready for more just as soon as he was.
    Andrew grinned in response. “I aim to please. After all, confidence is what this is all about, right? Well, that and showing you things Jackass never did.” Andrew had given up using her ex-husband’s name and now referred to him solely as ‘Jackass’ or ‘the Ass.’
    “I think I’m a little in love with those boots,” Andrew said as he caught his breath.
    Jill laughed. “I have a little bit of an addiction to boots and handbags. There are probably nine or ten pairs of boots for us to work our way through and I’m always willing to buy more when we run out.”
    Andrew’s answer was a low groan as he began to kiss her neck again, exploring the soft curves and eliciting tiny moans of pleasure from Jill.
    “I’ll give you my credit card. Buy as many as you want.” Andrew talked as his mouth roamed Jill’s body.
    Jill’s heated hands soon had Andrew’s body springing back to life and they made love again, with Andrew worshiping her body slowly, but no less