Free Reilly's Wildcard by Anne Rainey Page B

the smile right off her face. He stared at her with intense longing. “Did you get Sarah all squared away?”
    She tucked her hair behind her ear. “She’s ready to spend an outrageous fortune on the baby. It’s crazy how excited she is.” Lucy walked to the sliding glass doors and opened them. As she stepped out, a gust of cool, evening air hit her. She loved the summer nights. It was her favorite time. She often wondered if she’d been an owl or some other nocturnal creature in a former life. Caught up in her thoughts, Lucy never heard Reilly come up behind her.
    “When you were talking to Sarah, you were smiling. It was the first time I have seen you excited about the baby.”
    She hadn’t realized that. Did he think she was unhappy about the pregnancy? Lucy turned around, intent on setting him straight on that score. “Don’t get me wrong, I love this baby, and I’m glad I’m going to be a mother. But I’m scared, Reilly. This isn’t how I pictured things. Not even close.”
    His arms stole around her waist and he pulled her close. “It’s not my ideal situation either, but I will take care of you. There’s no need for this fear. Let it go and allow yourself to be happy.”
    “Reilly,” she warned, “there will be no ‘taking care of me’. I’m my own person, and I’m not about to change.”
    “We’ll see,” he promised with a wicked gleam in his eyes. When he began backing her into the room, closing and locking the doors behind him, Lucy’s blood turned to molten lava. He placed her on the couch, then went about unbuttoning her blouse. Lucy had half a mind to stop him, but the other half, the naughtier half, didn’t. The flimsy material fell open, exposing her white satin bra. Reilly made quick work of it. He cupped her breasts in his palms and groaned.
    “It feels so good when you touch me,” she admitted, her voice raw with hunger.
    “Then I should definitely touch you very often,” he whispered. “Daily, in fact.”
     
    Reilly dipped his head, sucking one already erect nipple into his mouth, and savored the needy sounds Lucy made. Sweet, soft and just the right fit for his mouth and hands. He could feed on Lucy’s lush breasts for hours. He flicked his tongue over and around her nipple gently at first, then rougher, demanding her flesh to beg for him. He cupped the round globe and pulled it up higher, kneading the supple skin with skilled fingers. Lucy’s moan of delight sent a lick of fire through his bloodstream. Reilly took joy in her animated responses to him. He gave in to his primal cravings and bit down gently. She arched upward, compliant and clearly aching for his touch. His hand answered her unspoken plea.
    Letting go of her breast, Reilly journeyed down until he found her precious mound. He shoved at her skirt, then delved in with his fingers. His nostrils flared as he picked up her succulent scent. Anxiously, he tugged her panties down and pushed them off. He searched through her damp curls until he found her budding desire. She was swollen and throbbing and sopping wet. He fondled and toyed with the little nub until the teasing became too much and she came, exploding and screaming out his name. It was the sweetest thing to watch Lucy come totally undone at his hands.
    Reilly moved away and tore at the button fly on his jeans. He yanked and pulled until his clothes littered the living room floor. In the red haze of his lust, her pleading barely reached his ears. She held out her arms, waiting to embrace him, even as her body welcomed him in.
    Reilly touched her thigh and Lucy jumped a little. “So responsive,” he noted, his voice low and uneven. The provocative sight of her bare, plump tits glistening from his ministrations and her skirt pushed up around her waist, baring her rounded hips and the tempting juncture between her thighs, challenged Reilly’s control something fierce. “Fucking hot,” he groaned.
    Reilly glided his hand upward as she moaned his name.