Free Finally by Miranda P. Charles Page A

don’t think I deserve—”
    Her guilt-ridden speech was silenced by Jeff’s lips on hers, and her body immediately reacted by heating up all over. She couldn’t help the soft moaning sound that came out of her and her arms curved around his neck, unbidden.
    Jeff deepened the kiss, his hand roaming freely on her body. Oh damn, if she didn’t do something now, she’d be mindless in a few seconds. Reluctantly, she pushed at his chest.
    Jeff pulled back to look at her, but kept his arms tight around her waist. “You don’t want this?”
    She licked her lips, heart thudding hard. “I... um... isn’t our fling already finished?”
    “Then let’s start another one,” Jeff said softly.
    What? Was this a good idea? She stared at him, her eyes searching his face for the answer.
    “I still want you, Sarah. And from how you reacted to my kiss, I’d say you feel the same way,” he said gently, refusing to let go of her. To highlight his point, Jeff tightened his arms around her waist so she could feel his erection on her belly.
    “Um... will it still be casual?” she dared ask.
    He frowned. “That’s all I’m after,” he said, loosening his embrace and giving her a wary look. “Maybe I shouldn’t be pushing this, huh?”
    Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest while her body throbbed just as hard with need.
    “Okay, let’s start again,” she heard herself say.
    Jeff’s narrowed his eyes at her. “You mean a new fling, right?”
    “Yes. A new fling,” she said with certainty.
    Jeff’s wary look remained. “And that’s all you want, right?”
    No, that wasn’t all she wanted but she’d have to settle for that. She’d been literally dreaming about him almost every night—hot dreams that made her touch herself and cry out for him. She couldn’t even get her mind to focus on finding her New Year’s Resolution Guy because her mind was too full of Jeff.
    What she desperately needed was to get him out of her system. Otherwise, it would be impossible to move on. Simply forcing herself not to think about him didn’t work one iota. She hoped the answer was to have her fill of him.
    She snaked her arms around his neck. “If by fling, you mean lots of sex and nothing more, then yes, I agree,” she said lightly, not wanting him to worry—or discover—that she’d started to care.
    Jeff grinned in relief.
    She pulled Jeff’s head down to resume their kiss, his approving moan delighting her. He clutched the hem of her top to lift it off her. She was more than happy to help by raising her arms. Her bra was next to go, easily unclasped by Jeff’s deft fingers. Then her panties came off.
    She was already panting loudly and they’d barely started. She just missed him so much!
    Jeff hastily discarded his shirt then leaned down to kiss her as his thumbs drew circles around her already hard nipples. Bolts of pleasure travelled from those points straight to her female core. She moaned against his mouth as moisture pooled between her legs.
    Jeff snaked an arm around her waist and placed a hand at the back of her head. He walked forward, taking her with him, until she felt the wall on her back. He trapped her there with his hard body.
    It frustrated her that Jeff wasn’t fully naked yet, so she undid his zip and pushed his jeans down to his knees. Jeff grunted, bending slightly to take over his undressing without taking his lips off her. His face was now buried between her breasts.
    “Jeff,” she whispered, raking her hands on his head and back, burning for him.
    He captured a nipple with his lips, and her breathing became heavier. Ah, he was driving her crazy with lust. She reached down for his erection and stroked him eagerly, loving his rock-hard and velvety smooth feel.
    “Sarah,” Jeff groaned, his hand going to the apex between her legs. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.”
    “Jeff,” she moaned, pleasure and need clear in that one word, as he found her swollen nub.
    He continued to lave and suckle on