The Mommy Miracle by Lilian Darcy Page B

smooth metal. “It’s not going to be pretty.”
    â€œI don’t care.”
    â€œGood. Neither do I.”
    Maybe it wasn’t pretty, but it was beautiful—dark and moonlit and beautiful. He grew patient, as if there were no hurry in the world now that they’d agreed on what they wanted, and just kissed her for a long, long time. Her mouth. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Touchingher everywhere. Teasing her deliberately until she was almost whimpering, wanting him so badly, swollen with it, more than ready.
    Of his own readiness, there was no doubt. His erection nudged at the apex of her spread thighs, hard and hot. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid her skirt until it bunched at her waist, then pushed aside the triangle of fabric at her crotch. They were doing this fully clothed, and that was just fine.
    Fully clothed.
    He had his wallet in his back pocket and it carried protection. She held him while he rolled it in place, running her fingers over the taut skin across his lower stomach, brushing the small, tight buds of his nipples through his shirt.
    When he entered her, she was as smooth as silk around him, tight with her own need and he filled her so completely that she gasped at the first thrust. Oh, Dev. Oh, Dev. Yes. She clung to him, legs and arms shaking with effort, and he guessed it would have to be quick or not at all.
    The car rocked and Jodie sobbed. He pinned her with his hands, stroked her with his hardness until the night exploded. She was a little ahead of him and took him with her, shuddering with gut-deep sound.
    Yes. Oh, yes.
    They were both breathless. He laughed and held her hard, and maybe she should say something. That was amazing. But it seemed trite and so obvious. Hell, yes, it was amazing. When had it not been amazing with Dev? So she just laughed with him and kissed him clumsily. He was just as clumsy, kissing her back.
    â€œYou can make a man forget, can’t you?” he said.
    â€œThat wasn’t the reason for it.”
    â€œNo, I know, but it helped. It was good, Jodie.”
    â€œGood?”
    â€œAmazing.”
    He sounded humble, which was how she felt, too. Humble because she didn’t know what happened next. Didn’t know how to ask. Didn’t know what to ask.
    Are we dating?
    They weren’t. They’d agreed.
    And yet there was this. Stronger than ever.
    He’d gone very quiet, very still.
    â€œI’m not allowed to drive yet,” she said, even though he knew this perfectly well.
    â€œAre you asking if I’m okay to drive?”
    â€œDon’t particularly want to have to call one of my sisters to come with her husband and ferry us home.”
    â€œWe won’t have to do that. Just give me a minute.”
    â€œHave lots of them. As many as you like.”
    â€œNot too many, or we’ll get a phone call asking where we are.”
    â€œMmm, true, and Deer Pond Park probably wouldn’t be a good answer.”
    â€œNo.”
    They giggled like teenagers, and she thought, just as she’d thought last year, don’t spoil this, Jodie, don’t try to nail exactly what he thinks and feels. Life is so precious. You almost had it taken away. Don’t spoil this, when it’s been…
    Amazing.
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    Dev made it back to the Palmer home without cracking up at the wheel. His whole body tightened and went on high alert, heart racing and sweat breaking out, every time a car went past, but he made it, breathing out a sigh of gratitude when they left the dark country roadand came beneath Leighville’s street lighting. He sighed again when he turned into Barb and Bill’s driveway.
    Jodie fell against him a little as he helped her out of the car. She often did. It was nothing new, something she couldn’t help because of that weakened left side of her body. This time, though, he pulled her against him and kissed her sweetly, because he didn’t want her to think he’d just