Free Hold Me by Lucianne Rivers

clit, hips riding him in a quick canter. Her breath came out in short gasps. He watched her face as she reached orgasm. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Flushed with effort and pleasure, she stilled, head back, and keened one long, high-pitched scream. Suspended for a second, she gave a wordless cry, and then crashed back down, surrounding him one last time. Her muscles milked him for a final response and he couldn’t help bucking deeper.
    “Oh,” she whispered, jerking again in aftershock.
    She leaned over and kissed him, eyes hazy with lust. Her lips tasted like spice and sin. Lifting her hips, he guided himself out and they stood, mouths still tasting, sucking. Walking her backwards, he disposed of the condom and spread her on his bed.
    Seeing Jane naked on his white sheets was a sight to remember. His dick pulsed with renewed energy. If she went home tomorrow with her dad, tonight would be their final night together. He wanted to make it last.
    Stretching out beside her lean form, he trailed a knuckle over one perfect breast then lower to her belly. “So that man is really your dad?”
    She nodded, shrugging slightly. “He knew who I was.” Her eyes clouded. “I don’t remember him that well.”
    Something about the guy hadn’t set right with Cady. “Do you think he’ll come back with you?”
    “He’s got to. I don’t think Allison or Margo could take one more loss.”
    “And what about you?”
    Her eyes focused. “What do you mean?”
    “Can you take it?”
    She stared at his chest. He increased the pressure of his knuckle on her skin, sliding it lower, tangling his fingers in her curls, finding her, stroking. She gasped, her ab muscles clenching. He saw her effort to concentrate on the conversation.
    She shook her head. “I’ll drag him onto a plane if I have to.”
    She caught her breath when he pushed one thick finger inside of her wet, sleek core.
    “I bet you would.”
    Her gaze shot to his. “Are you making fun of me?”
    He shoved two more fingers deep inside of her, and her hips bucked. “No. I think you’re amazing.”
    He did.
    Jane was a determined soul. He doubted anything could stop her from getting what she wanted and admired her loyalty to her family. Cady wished he could keep her here, but knew she couldn’t stay. He could, however, give her intense pleasure to remember him by. He stroked her again. Her breasts lifted toward his face and he took one nipple in his teeth and tugged.
    “Yes,” she murmured.
    He pulled her up to a seated position, rolled onto his back, and sat her on his face, evoking a surprised gasp. His grip kept her from moving away. He needed to taste her. Holding her pink folds above his mouth, he touched her with his tongue, then slid it inside, spearing her flesh.
    She shuddered.
    “Relax,” he ordered.
    She gripped his shoulders, then released them and cupped her breasts.
    She was wet beneath his kiss, and tasted so damn perfect, he wanted more. Flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, he urged her toward climax. She was completely at his mercy.
    “Cady,” she screamed, bucking, driving his tongue inside again.
    He obliged, lapping up her juice, back and forth, back and forth, letting her ride his face to completion.
    She arched into a prolonged and ecstatic climax. Her face creased with pleasure and wetness washed over his mouth. “Oh. My. God.”
    After several moments of stillness, she sagged then moved back down over him, lengthening her legs against his, resting her face on his chest. She laughed, and it sounded tremulous.
    “Cady, Cady.” She shook her head, still smiling.
    He stroked her hair and his chest rumbled with corresponding laughter.
    “Jane, Jane,” he replied. “You make me want to cry out like Tarzan.”
    She raised her head. “Excuse me, but I think you already did. You know, during your, um, climax?”
    Cady tipped up her chin so he could see into her eyes. He brushed her cheek with the pad of his