She closed her eyes, and cried out, unable to think straight as her body began to quiver. She’d never…It was so…
“Enough,” he moaned. Kristor nudged her head and she stopped. He continued to massage with his finger, though.
He moved her body so that she straddled him, but rather than enter her, he moved so that her sex was nestled against him.
Ria didn’t think there was anything left inside her until he moved her sex against his erection. Her body tingled to awareness. She began to rub against him, the fire inside her building to a fever pitch. He held her in place, making the contact complete.
“I love watching you in the throes of passion,” he whispered. “Seeing the desire burning in your eyes as you rub yourself against me. Knowing I have tasted the essence of the woman you are. The little bounce in your breasts, the curls between your legs covering you. But I have seen what hides beneath.”
Oh, God, he was killing her with words. She couldn’t see through the haze of her desire. She could only feel the friction building between them. She moved against him faster and faster. Harder and harder. Her body clenched, but she didn’t stop. She wanted him to come. Through the fog of her desire, she watched his face, saw his need.
“Did you like it when I sucked you inside my mouth?” she asked, gazing down on his face and seeing how tightly he kept his own passion in check. “When I ran my tongue down your length? Did you like that? I loved tasting you, feeling you inside my mouth.”
He jerked to a sitting position, pulling her tight against him as he came. Growling.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding on, panting as she sought air. She continued to move against him, the heat inside her building until she stiffened and cried out her own release.
Their ragged breathing was the only sound. As that quieted, everything around them grew still, their world coming back into focus.
“That was good,” he said. “Very good.”
“Messy, though.”
He laughed close to her ear.
This was what they’d meant by pushing the boundaries. She’d read about it in a magazine. Ria had a feeling she’d pushed a lot of boundaries and tried something new today. This was the first time she’d had sex outdoors. The first time she’d had sex when the man didn’t come inside her.
Did that make her bad? If it did, she had a feeling she liked being bad.
She suddenly frowned. “This is not taking our relationship slow.”
“I thought we mated slower than the first time.”
She leaned back and looked into his face. “That is not what I meant.”
He sighed dramatically. “I thought as much. But you enjoyed it.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Yes, very much.” Probably too much.
He suddenly groaned and doubled over. She knew what it meant. Great, now she would be stuck out here until he shifted back. She wondered how long that would be. As she looked up at the sun beating down on her, she wished she’d brought some sunscreen.
Crap! The Women’s League meeting was tonight. If she missed it, there was no telling what she would get volunteered for.
Chapter 14
Ria took a quick shower, then slapped on the minimal amount of makeup that was allowed when going to one of the Women’s League meetings. They were such sticklers for protocol. Sheesh! She pulled on a pair of jeans, heels, and a strappy little blue top. She glanced at her watch. If nothing happened, she should make it to the meeting right on time. One last look in the mirror and…
She paused, noting the twinkle in her eyes, the look of satisfaction on her face. Crap!
It was the look of a woman who’d been making love all afternoon. That wasn’t good. Be serious! She wrinkled her forehead and frowned.
Great. Now she looked as if she hadn’t had an orgasm in years.
This was nonsense. When had she ever cared what people thought about her?
Truthfully?
Okay, maybe she did care, but she wouldn’t lose any sleep over what anyone at the Women’s League thought, or the other townspeople for that matter. If she worried about every little thing, Ria would have been losing a lot of sleep in her lifetime.
A horn honked. That would be Carly. Since Ria’s car was still at Pet Purr-fect Grooming, she’d bummed a ride from her friend. They usually rode together anyway. Carly hated going alone.
Ria hurried down the stairs and opened the passenger door. “Hi, sorry I was running late.”
“No problem,” Carly said, but she kept looking at Ria, rather than putting the car in drive.
“Did I smear my mascara?”
“No, but you look different.” She worried her lower lip as she drove away. “Relaxed, happy…I’m not exactly sure.”
Ria lowered her window, letting the breeze rustle through her hair. “I spent the afternoon with Kristor.”
“Apparently, you enjoyed yourself.”
“We went to Miller Crossing. The place where we used to go all the time. We swam and lay in the sun.” For some reason she didn’t really want to talk about how they’d also had fantastic sex. It had never really stopped her before, but this time was different.
“You took him to our secret place?” Carly asked.
Ria sat a little straighter when she heard the hurt in Carly’s voice. With Carly being sick, then meeting Kristor, Ria realized she’d neglected her friend.
“Why don’t you come over for supper tomorrow night? I’ve missed hanging out with you.”
Carly relaxed, smiling at her. But just as quickly, her smile vanished. “Won’t Kristor mind?”
“Carly, you’ll always be my best friend. You do know that will never change.”
“You’re right. I guess I’m just hormonal.” She snagged a parking place in front of the library, and after she cut off the engine, they got out and went inside. It looked like everyone was already there. Most of the chairs were taken. They found a couple of empty ones at the back and slid into them.
“I was wondering if you two were going to show.” Mary Ann’s thick southern drawl rang across the room. “We were about to start without you, and you know what happened the last time you missed a meeting.”
“And I do not plan on getting volunteered for another thing that I don’t want to do, so yes, Carly and I are here.” Ria was smug, she didn’t care. No more skimpy cheerleading uniforms for her!
“Carly got lucky last time,” Mary Ann said.
“I was at death’s door. I really wouldn’t call that lucky,” Carly whispered.
“At least you didn’t have to put on the outfit that Mary Ann designed. Sheesh, I felt like a stripper.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Worse than you can imagine,” Ria said.
“Eww, I wonder if she wore it for Bobby Ray first?”
“Probably.”
Mary Ann brought the gavel down on the desk, drawing their attention back to her. “I hereby call to order the Women’s League meeting. The first order of business will be ideas to raise money to buy the new x-ray machine for the hospital. Are there any suggestions?”
“We could do a cookbook,” Amy said.
Ria groaned and scooted down in her seat. Carly followed suit. She and Carly had chaired the last committee that did a cookbook and it was a hell of a lot of work. There was no way she had time this year. It was hard enough trying to figure out who she was.
The meeting droned on. Ria smiled in all the right places, and offered suggestions in others. She laughed at
