Page 40 of Love Unbound
She had forgotten the reason he was staying longer than planned.
Reaching for a coffee cup in the cupboard, she poured a cupand sat down at the kitchen table, staring out over the field beyond her house. Tapping her fingernails on the tabletop, she pursed her lips and then stood quickly, taking the cup of coffee with her into the office, picking up a fluffy blanket, then sat down and powered on her laptop.
She was still sitting in the same spot when she heard tires on the gravel in the driveway, then a car door close. Jumping to her feet, she checked her reflection in the mirror, mortified at the mess that was her hair, and the fact that she had yet to wash her face of the makeup from the day before. A soft knock sounded, and she raced down the hall, pulling the door open.
“I wasn’t sure if I should knock,” he said lamely from where he stood, a white pastry bag in one hand. “I didn’t want to assume—”
Jodi stepped aside, motioning for him to come in. “I’m glad you came back,” she murmured as he stepped inside. She was painfully aware that she still looked like a wreck, and lowered her eyes from his shyly. Rambling nervously and fidgeting with the tie of her robe, she mumbled, “I’m sorry, I started writing and lost track of time, let me go shower and change. Thank you for making coffee this morning.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, and she made her way toward the kitchen. He set the white pastry bag down on the counter. “I was up early and figured I’d head over to Shane’s to get chores done for the morning. I hope you didn’t think I left for good.”
“Oh, yeah, no, of course not,” Jodi stuttered, though her face flamed at the lie.
“Mmhmm,” Free murmured, though his mouth tilted up in a slight smile. He sauntered over to her, like a predator after his prey, and she was powerless against it. She took a tentative step back, her hips bumping into the edge of the counter, bringing her up short. “I hope you know I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her breath came in soft, quick puffs, the edges of her robefluttering against her breasts. She clutched the edges closed nervously, more for her fingers to have something to do other than reach for him.
“No?” Jodi whispered breathlessly, caught irretrievably in his aquamarine gaze, like a fish in a net.
Free shook his head slowly, reaching out to brace both hands on the edge of the counter on either side of her hips, leaning in close to her, not close enough to touch, but close enough for Jodi to feel his body heat. His mouth was inches away from hers, his head tilted slightly.
“I’m just getting started, sweetheart,” he murmured huskily, trailing his lips along her jawline, and she sighed, letting her head fall back to give him better access. His words were mere breaths against her skin, making her shiver. “And I might be a little obsessed with the way your thighs shake when I make you come… it’s so sexy.”
“Ohmygod,” Jodi moaned, her words bleeding together breathlessly.
His lips flit over hers, barely brushing, teasing her. Tugging at the sash at her waist, her thin robe fell open, revealing her naked body to his gaze. The backs of his knuckles skimmed along the curve of her breast, over the softness of her belly, and down over the apex of her thighs. Jodi sucked in her breath when his knuckles grazed over her stomach, tickling slightly. His palm opened and he cupped her sex in his hand, his fingers deftly sliding into her, and he breathed raggedly against her lips, “You’re always so ready for me.”
She nodded, her eyes sliding shut as his fingers continued to manipulate her, sliding in and out, first one finger, then two. His thumb found her clit and rubbed at the same time that his fingers moved, and her knees almost gave out beneath her.
Capturing her mouth with his finally, he kissed her hungrily, his tongue spiraling into her mouth, and she clutched at his shirtwith shaky fingers. Then, he was gone, dropping to his knees and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her stomach, and lower, making her blush furiously.
Curving his hand around the outside of her thigh, he kissed the tender skin on the inside of her leg, before raising it and hooking it over his shoulder. His mouth found her sex, licking, suckling, devouring her. Jodi’s hands clutched at the edge of the counter at her hips, holding on for dear life as he devoured her like she was his last meal. As his tongue did glorious things to her clit, his fingers slid deep into her, moving and stroking.
She released one handhold on the counter, sliding her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. She looked down her body at his dark head between her thighs, before her eyes slid closed again and she let her head fall back even as her thighs started to shake, a cry escaping her lips as she came on his fingers and tongue.
He didn’t stop there, though. He gave her only a moment to catch her breath before starting again, growling up at her, “That’s a good girl. I want you to come again, Jodi. Come for me again.”
Holding herself up on one leg, with her other thigh still draped over his shoulder, she had no other choice but to obey his dark command. Flicking his tongue over her clit again and again, her body shook, her thighs trembling violently with the intensity of her repeated orgasms. “Fuuuuuck,” Jodi cried, her head tossing across her shoulders. “Free, please!”
Kissing the inner part of her thigh as it rested over his shoulder, he licked his lips and Jodi blushed furiously again, knowing full well she was still on his lips. He stood, his chest heaving, his eyes dark even as he reached for his belt and unfastened it, quickly undoing the buttons and lowering his jeans and boxer briefs until he could release himself. She reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his hardness. Hiseyes closed, his breath releasing in a soft groan as her fingers stroked along his hard length.
Reaching down to grab her ass cheeks in his palms, he lifted her up until she sat on the counter behind her, her hips at the edge. Her hand guided him to her, and as he slid inside, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs bracketing his hips. He braced one hand on the counter beside her hip, the other he laid his palm flat against the cupboard above her head as he began to move. Their mouths met fiercely as he pumped into her hard.
Already on the edge of another orgasm, Jodi cried out, “Don’t you dare make me come without you.”
Groaning huskily, he grinned against her lips as he continued to move. “That’s my girl,” he growled, the fingers of one of his hands sinking into her hair and holding her mouth against his. As her body began to tighten and shake, she felt more than heard him whisper, “Fuck yes. Come with me.”
Jodi exalted in the hoarseness of his groan when he came inside her, her own climax making her body squeeze his as he pumped into her. They panted together, his forehead pressed against her bare shoulder, his body still nestled inside hers. Aftershocks rippled through her, and he moaned into her shoulder. Their bodies slowed, and Jodi ran her fingers through the dark hair at the back of his neck.
When he finally raised his head enough to look into her face, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. He grinned back at her, leaning in to kiss her languidly, softly. When he released her lips, he whispered huskily, still grinning, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Chapter 30
“You’re a bad influence.”
“I am no such thing,” Free said from behind her. His arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping the heaviness of her breasts in his palms, rolling her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Jodi’s head fell back until it rested on his chest, her hands coming up to cover his where they manipulated her breasts. He was naked, as was she. Standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, she had been in the middle of putting a curl cream into the wet strands when he’d walked up behind her after shaving in the sink next to her.
Unabashed and comfortable with his nakedness, and expressing great appreciation for hers, they had remained naked while getting ready next to each other.
