Playing Dirty by Jamie Ann Denton

body along hers. She tried not to think of all they’d lost and focused on the here and now, but she couldn’t help herself. Every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his fingers were stark reminders of every moment they’d spent apart, of all the months of missing him so badly she could barely manage to get out of bed in the morning. Of needing him and knowing she’d never be held in his arms again. Of having to learn how to breathe again, how to live again.  
    Yet here he was, holding her, kissing her, setting her on fire with his mouth and his hands. Her breasts pressed against his chest, sending spirals of heat from the tips down to her throbbing clit. She wanted him with a ferocity that should have shocked her. Instead, she took comfort in the familiar sensations, his scent, his touch. His love for her.  
    His mouth left hers and trailed a path of fire along her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shivered as a myriad of fresh, sizzling sensation washed over her. God, how she’d missed him.  
    The air around them was hot, heavy with humidity. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, widening her stance, then he drew his hand from her hip to the button of her shorts. His knuckles brushed enticingly against her skin as he slid down the zipper and slipped his fingers beneath the band of her panties.  
    She sucked in a sharp breath as he drew his fingers along her slick folds, then let it out on a slow, throaty moan when he dipped one inside her. He withdrew, then pushed two inside her and pumped slowly.
    “God, you’re wet,” he whispered against her mouth. “I want to taste you.” He kissed her then, long and slow and deep. His tongue mated with hers and he used his skillful fingers to push her toward a hard and fast release.  
    She envisioned his mouth on her, teasing her with his tongue, sucking on her clit. She moaned into his mouth as need exploded inside her.
    Her legs trembled as the tension coiled tighter. A car door slammed in the distance, reminding her of where they were. Not in the privacy of their home, but on the back deck. Not exactly in public view, but should someone come through the gate or up the dirt path...
    She jammed her fingers into his hair and pulled. “We can’t do this,” she said, dragging her mouth from under his.
    “Shh.” He pushed into her, harder, faster. Deeper. Stroking her, coaxing her closer...closer. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
    He lowered his head and dragged his tongue along the scoop of her top, tasting the slope of her breasts as his fingers continued to tease, effectively obliterating any remnants of common sense.  
    One swipe of his thumb over her thick and throbbing clit had her legs buckling. “Ford,” she managed on a strangled cry.  
    “I’m here, babe. I’ll always be here.”
    He increased the pressure, and she was certain the intensity building inside her would kill her. Her breath came in short, hard pants as the tension grew, tighter, higher, until she finally came apart with a low, keening moan of satisfaction.  
    Shockwaves of satisfaction curled through her. Her heartbeat thundered and she struggled to catch her breath. She heard her iPhone go off on the kitchen counter where she’d left it, Trenton’s designated ringtone echoing through the open patio door.
    “Oh God,” she whispered. What had she done?
    What the hell was she thinking, allowing things to go so far with Ford? They might still be legally married, but they weren’t the only two people in the relationship. There was Trenton, and heaven help her, she hadn’t given him a single thought until her phone started sounding off with the guilt-ridden reminder.
    Her head thumped back against the vinyl siding. Being with Ford had been so natural, so perfect, something she’d dreamed of for so long. Their tryst on the deck was a runaway fantasy come to life, one she’d known would never come true. But it had, and now she’d essentially been unfaithful