Free Closer to My Heart by Becky Moore Page A

mate.
     
    He plundered all she had to offer. From inside of her, he hardened again. He wrapped his hands beneath her knees from the inside, spreading her wide open. “Hold on,” he told her absentmindedly as he folded his legs beneath him so he could stand. She was a lean, little bit of a thing and couldn’t have weighed too much over a hundred pounds.
     
    He hooked her knees over his elbows and leaned her back against the cherry tree. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before pulling out partially and plunging back into her, drawing an unexpected yelp. “I can’t wait.”
     
    Vaguely Jane had a thought that they were outside. Her back yard was heavily wooded and shielded from the prying eyes of neighbors, but then again she’d never made love outside before. A few minutes ago they were low on the ground…now, though, they were standing where anyone looking over the fence might see them. It was exciting!
     
    She grabbed Luke’s head and brought it close so she could kiss him. The force of her grasp pushed his head so far back that the curls at the nape of his neck tickled his broad shoulders. He grunted and was stunned for a second, but recovered quickly. Her body was so wet from their recent climax, and still so hot and tight. The strong suction and release of her muscled vaginal walls pulled at his engorged cock until he thought he would pass out. His breathing picked up pace and his whole body shook from the force of his thrusts, and from the tension of holding Jane upright so her back wouldn’t be scraped raw from the tree bark. Occasionally, her bottom or the back of her head knocked against it, though she didn’t complain.
     
    She moaned low and long and tightened her legs around Luke’s body. She squirmed to get out of his controlling hold. “Luke, I need to move around. Please,” she begged.
     
    Lucas looked in her eyes, his hips surging sure and strong into Jane’s hot body. In. Out. In. Out. Jane whimpered and pleaded more. “No.”
     
    “Lucas! I can’t come with my legs open like this. Please—let me wrap them around your waist.” She moved franticly, her squirming almost as powerful as Luke’s thrusts.
     
    Finally, finally he stilled his hips and backed away from the tree. He settled her legs around his waist, one by one, so that she was more comfortable. She tried to lift herself up to get back into the rhythm but Lucas held her still with a steely grip to her upper thighs.
     
    “Luke? What’s wrong. . .we’re so close.” Jane reached down and slapped him on the flank.
     
    He gasped and squeezed her thighs. “Just wait,” he said. He walked quickly to the red picnic table surrounded by the Hydrangeas she’d been using as a test bed for changing the pH of the soil to change the blooms from pink to blue.
     
    “Look at my Hydrangeas,” she said dreamily when he sat her down on the table, then pressed his palm to the center of her chest to lay her onto her back. He was still embedded deep within her body.
     
    He looked around. “What?” He flicked his pointer finger quickly over her clitoris, which made her twitch.
     
    “What did you just say honey?” He lifted her hips off the table and surged deeply into her.
     
    Jane giggled between groans of ecstasy. “I’ve never been out here at night without the lights on. My blue Hydrangeas look so pretty in the moonlight.” Lucas stilled and pulled out, turning to look at the flowers. Absentmindedly he licked his fingers clean.
     
    Finally, he turned back and put his attention back to driving them out of their minds. “Jane,” he demanded. She jumped at the unexpected command, but looked him in the face.
     
    “Look at me. I want to watch your face.” He pushed in to the hilt and then stopped for a second. She squeezed her inner muscles and he started shaking.
     
    “I can’t hold off any longer.” His hips pumped quicker and quicker. Jane began coming and before she could scream too loudly, Lucas covered her mouth with