Six Naughty Nights: Love in Reverse, Book 2 by Serenity Woods

where…the best spots are… Oh…”
    Desire flooded through him, and his erection strained against his tight shorts. He crushed her mouth to his, holding her tight against him. She moaned deeply, and he kissed down to her throat, around to her ears. “I wish I could taste you,” he said, grazing his teeth on her neck. “I want to lick every inch of your body and then plunge my tongue inside you, and suck this soft button of yours until it makes you moan.” He circled the area lightly, teasing her, enjoying her gasps of delight.
    “Oh, fuck…” She tipped her head back as he laced his tongue across her throat.
    “I want to do that too. I want to throw you onto the bed and thrust deeply inside you, and feel you tighten around me as you come.”
    “Toby…”
    He pulled her onto his lap, dizzy with desire, wanting to feel her soft body. Turning her so she faced away from him, he pulled her back against his chest, groaning as she ground her buttocks against his erection. He slipped his hand back beneath her skirt, wishing he could strip off her clothes and see his fingers sliding inside her. She wore no bra, and her breasts were soft through the cotton vest.  
    There was something about Esther’s body he loved. She was soft everywhere, so womanly. Childbirth had only emphasised this—her breasts were larger, her body slightly yielding to his fingers. How could she think it had made her less attractive?
    “Tell me you don’t want me,” he said hoarsely, stroking her more firmly and rolling her nipple between the fingers of his other hand. “Tell me you don’t want me inside you.”
    “Oh, God, I do,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his hand as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. “I want you…”
    Her body shuddered and stilled. He pressed his thumb against her clit and slid two fingers inside her as she came, smothering her soft cries with his mouth. She tightened around his fingers, and he sighed as her muscles pulsed, surprised at the intense feeling of satisfaction he got at the thought that he was responsible for her pleasure.
    Then she went limp in his arms, and he withdrew his hand, turned her and cradled her against him. Her heart raced under his hand where it rested on her ribcage.
    Feeling strangely protective of her, he tightened his arms and kissed the top of her head.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    He chuckled. “You’re very welcome. Good to see everything is still in working order.”
    She gave a short laugh. “Yeah.”
    “What a pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon.”
    She lifted her head to look at him. Her cheeks were still flushed. “I half-expected to look up and see Charlie standing there.”
    He laughed at that. “That would probably put him into therapy for the rest of his life.”
    “Jeez. Don’t even go there.”
    Their eyes met, and she reached up a hand to cup his face. He lowered his head and kissed her.
    When he lifted his head, she pressed her lips together. “You know this can’t go anywhere, right?”
    His joy faded at her words. But she spoke the truth. They still lived at opposite ends of the country. And there were too many issues between them now—his leaving her in Fiji, her not finding him and telling him about Charlie. She said she’d tried, but how hard? A niggling doubt told him she’d wanted to punish him and, even if she had attempted to track him down, she’d probably given up easily. How could they ever move past those problems?
    She stroked his cheek with her thumb, and a mischievous twinkle appeared in her eye. “However…”  
    He raised an eyebrow. “Yes…?”
    “It would seem a shame to waste a golden opportunity.”
    What was going through her mind? “Oh?”
    “You deserve a reward for being so generous today.”
    “I do,” he said, warming up to the game.
    “And for saving my life.”
    “That deserves an extra-special prize,” he admitted.
    She smiled. “I was thinking about the Naughty Nights