Free Shattered Dreams (Moonchild) by Janet Lane Walters Page B

buds. He bent his head and used his mouth and tongue. She moaned. The gathering sensations called for active participation. She slid the zipper of his jeans and curled her hand around his erection, using a finger to tease the head.
    He raised his head. “Talk,” he growled.
    “Why when what we’re doing is so much fun and will be satisfying.” She smiled. “I’ve missed this kind of connection.” His smile made her heart contract.
    "Know what you mean.”
    Did he? There’d never been another man in her life who had brought the degree of pleasure as Rafe. All those empty years. Though she’d dated, had a fling or two, no relationship had lasted more than a month or two. She had clung to her memories of a dead man but he hadn’t died. For now Rafe was what she wanted. For tonight and maybe longer. Could she convince him to ride the tides of passion until they ebbed?
    Desire blazed in her blue eyes. She wanted him now. She had no wish to learn why he’d accepted money from her father to leave town. Knowing would only raise anger and resentment.
    Rafe’s slow smile ignited another rush of desire. He pushed his jeans over his hips. When they reached his feet he kicked them off. “For now we’ll play the game your way.”
    Triumph raised her confidence in her ability to keep him focused on what she wanted. Sex. She clasped his hand and led him to the recliner. “Sit and relax.”
    “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
    “Do you have any doubts?”
    “No."
    After he sat, she pushed the chair into a reclining position. After dipping her fingers into the ice cream she spread it over his chest. The way his muscles contracted from the cold fascinated her. She sat on his thighs and licked the sweetness. She tasted a hint of salt. She took time to lap the pool of melted ice cream around his naval before moving to rub her tongue over his jutting erection.
    His guttural, sounds vibrated through her. She sucked him into her mouth. A musky aroma moved through her lungs.
    He thrust deeper. Manon drew back and raised her head. “Not yet.” She knelt on the chair with her knees on either side of his hips and prepared to take him inside.
    Rafe grasped her waist and kept her from moving. “Would like to go bare but it’s not going to happen unless you’re on the pill.”
    His gruff words revealed his need for her and the depth of his potential refusal. “I’m not.”
    “Remember what we used to say. No chances mean no regrets.”
    She nodded. Did caution matter now? She was free and so was he. That thought shocked her. What was she thinking? “I remember.”
    "Still holds today. Condoms in my pocket.”
    Manon left the recliner. She glanced down and realized he remained erect. She grabbed his jeans and removed two foil packets. “You definitely came prepared.”
    “Never travel without them, especially when I’m visiting you.”
    She set one packet on the end table and opened the other. Before sheathing him she stroked the smooth skin and grasped the hardness. Slowly she rolled the condom over him. She leaned forward and kissed him. With one hand she guided him to her entrance, eased down to let him fill her. Fully seated, she ran her hands over his chest, then bent to stroke his mouth with her tongue.
    Rafe cupped her breasts and teased the nipples. “Move.” One of his hands slid over her belly and stroked her clit.
    She moved in a rocking motion, sliding and up and settling down. Slowly at first. His hands stroked and caressed moving faster. So did she. Waves washed through her gaining force until they became constant surge. She pressed her hands on the back of the chair until the recliner was complete flat.
    Rafe rolled her nipples with a finger. She gasped a deep breath. The aroma of sex and sweat filled the air. Her inner muscles tightened. She rode the tides of sensation until they crested. A sound broke free. She felt his release and collapsed on his chest.
    The rightness of the moment filled her with