Before We Kiss (Fool's Gold #14)

He moved his hands to her hips and shifted her slightly, then raised her left foot so it rested on the tub. She was exposed and waited to feel embarrassed. But before she could summon the emotion, he pushed two fingers deep inside of her and curled them upward. She felt delicious pressure, then an odd rubbing.

It was as if he was caressing her clit from the back. But more than that. Deeper. She pushed down to increase the pressure. She gasped as those fingers rubbed and stroked and his tongue circled. The sensations blended until she was at their mercy, unable to do anything but breathe and feel and then surrender to the inevitable climax that gripped her so tightly she had no choice but to scream her release.

“Oh, Sam!” she gasped as she started to come. “Please!”

He touched her from the inside and the outside, drawing every last quiver until she was spent.

“Condoms.”

The word came out in a near-guttural moan. She opened her eyes and watched him stand. He was hard and shaking and staring at her with an intensity that nearly made her swoon.

The meaning of what he wanted sank in. She turned and pulled open the medicine chest, then handed him an unopened box.

The paper lid went flying. He pulled one out, had it on and her turned back to him in less than three seconds. A heartbeat after that, she was on the counter, her legs spread and he pushed inside of her.

His sharp exhalation told her how close he’d been to the edge and the knowledge made her shiver. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in closer.

He filled her deeply, making her arch against him. More, she thought hazily. If he did this for a little bit longer, she would come again. If he just—

His hands returned to her br**sts. Her ni**les were still tight, but so sensitive from her recent climax. When he began to massage them, she nearly told him it was too much. Only then he was rubbing and touching her ni**les all the while pressing his fingers in just below them. And he found a spot that connected directly to her very core.

Her eyes flew open and she found him watching her.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

He smiled as he pushed in again. At the same time he squeezed and pushed or twisted and—

Who cares, she thought as she lost herself in a second climax. She pulled him in as deeply as she could. Her body convulsed around his. He pumped harder and faster until he, too, came and then they were holding each other and trying to catch their breath.

“Your mother is amazing,” Dellina said when she could speak again.

Sam looked at her and started to laugh.

* * *

“WE ARE SO LATE,” Dellina said as she picked up clothes off the towel rack and ran into the hallway. “Late, late, late.”

Sam knew she was right, but he couldn’t begin to care. Damn, talk about a great way to start the day.

He pulled on his briefs, then his jeans and followed her down the hall. His reward was the sight of her slipping on her bra, then adjusting her br**sts. She shimmied into jeans, pulled on a blouse and wrapped it around her. She turned and saw him.

“Stop it! You have that smile.”

He leaned against the wall. “What smile?”

“The one that says you just got laid. Do you want everyone to know? What time is it? Oh, my God. It’s nine. Fayrene will be here any second. Get your shirt on.”

She was frazzled, he thought with satisfaction. Rattled and scattered and all those other words that describe a woman after she’d had her world rocked. Yeah, that was good and he was the man who’d made it happen.

From outside came the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway.

Dellina shrieked and ran into her bedroom. She came back in flats and was pulling pins out of her hair. “Get dressed,” she told him as she raced past. “Fayrene can’t suspect. Do I look guilty? I feel like I look guilty.”

“You look beautiful.”

She paused and smiled at him, then shook her head. “Don’t talk nice to me. We have to be completely normal.”

“I am nice when I’m normal.”

“You know what I mean.”

She walked to the door and smoothed her hair. “Okay. This is fine. I’m ready.” She reached for the handle.

“Dellina?”

She turned to him and raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”

“In case you were wondering, that was your G-spot.”

* * *

KIPLING LIVED A half-life of near-consciousness. Even when he was out, he was aware of the pain, but when the drugs were working, he didn’t care. It hummed in the background but didn’t touch him. But when the drugs faded, then there was the agony of a thousand shattered bones. Shards and swelling and lacerations. The carefully stitched seams from his surgeries.

He’d been moved. He knew that. And he could breathe on his own. The nurses were less quiet, less worried, in this new room. They still monitored him too closely and talked about fluids in and out in such a way that he knew he must be on a catheter. That particular hell was one he didn’t want to think about.

“Kip?”