When his fingers brushed my nipples, I arched into him, wanting more, and more again. Soon he was toying with my nipples, stroking them, rolling them between his hot, wet fingers, and gently tugging at them until they were hard knobs of taut desire.
When I ground my backside into him, I felt one of his hands drift lower, sliding down past my ribs, over my stomach, and drifting down toward my pelvis. When I felt his fingers slide back and forth on either side of my hot center, I moaned and ground my hips forward, my need so desperate that my body was begging.
When he rubbed his thumb along my clit and ran a long finger across my hot, wet opening, I couldn’t stand it one second longer.
I twisted around and coiled my body against him, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest and my abs contract with desire. I reached between us and took his rigid length into my eager hands.
I wanted to climb up him, to cover him with kisses and sheath his hardness with my hot, slick opening until he filled me completely.
"Lawton," I said, more a moan than a word. "I need you so bad."
He lowered his head, silencing my words with a long, drawn-out kiss. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and savoring the feel of his wet lips on mine.
As his sighs mixed with my own, his hands drifted downward. He cupped my ass and lifted me up around him like I weighed next to nothing. I wrapped my legs around him, savoring the tightness of his hips and the muscles of his back.
And then, with a low groan, he was sliding into me. I moaned and wrapped my legs tighter, feeling his hot, hard length thrust deeper and deeper. Lost to everything except this, I ground into him, feeling my legs tremble and stomach clench.
He was so strong and so beautiful, it seemed like a dream. But it wasn't a dream. I knew this by the ragged sound of his voice as he said my name over and over again.
And then, I was convulsing. I felt my walls tighten around him, and his hardness pulsing with every thrust. Soon, the pressure was almost unbearable. I felt my insides convulse and my legs shake.
I called his name and hung on for dear life as waves of our united pleasure trampled all my doubts, all my inhibitions, and all my fears in a sea of sound and sensation that threatened to carry us away to who-knows-where.
Together, we sank down into a trembling heap, letting the steaming water wash over us as we stared into each other's eyes, oblivious of everything except each other.
Slowly he reached out, running the back of his index finger across my jaw. "If I wake up, and you're not here, if this is all a dream, I don't want to wake up at all."
I felt myself smile. "Me neither."
Chapter 69
Ten minutes later we collapsed, still naked, onto his bed with wet hair and damp skin. He was sprawled on his back, and I was cuddled up next to him, with my head on his shoulder, and my hand resting on his chest.
The air was cool, but my skin was warm. I sighed into his shoulder. "Best Thanksgiving, ever." I winced. "I mean aside from the thing at my dad's. Um, and the hospital. And losing your keys." I lifted my head. "You know what? I'll shut up now."
"No. Don't do that," he said in a sleepy voice. "I love to hear you talk." He pulled me closer. "Itwasthe best. But you know what?"
"What?"
"Next year, it'll be even better."
"How do you know?" I said.
"Because we'll make sure of it."
I smiled into his shoulder. "Yeah," I murmured, feeling myself drift. "I can see that."
I woke in the darkened room to find myself wrapped in Lawton's arms and covered with a soft fleece blanket. I glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite nine.
The night was still young. I'd slept barely an hour, but felt wide awake – no surprise, given the fact that for someone like me, who worked nights, this was practically the middle of the day.
Gently, I slid out of Lawton's embrace and got out of bed. I spotted Chucky, curled up near the footboard, with a furry paw resting on Lawton's ankle.
Smiling, I made my way to the bathroom, and returned to the room a couple minutes later for my overnight bag. Determined not to wake either of my two favorite guys, I lugged my bag into one of the spare rooms. Quietly, I dug out some casual clothes, got dressed, and ran a brush through my still-damp hair.
It was a big house, so there wasn't any shortage of things to do, or places to do it in. But what I really needed to do was figure out what to do about the Parkers. It was beyond obvious that things weren't exactly what they seemed.
I had received no returned calls, no replacement checks, and no instructions from the financial guy or anyone else. Planning to check my phone, I went to retrieve my purse and stopped, confused, when it wasn't in its usual spot. And then I remembered, I'd left it on the Parkers' kitchen counter when I'd gone there earlier with Lawton.
