Free Back to December (Ward Sisters Book 1) by Lucy Gage

wore nothing under them.
    If he had tried to just push inside her, she would have let him, the arousal was so potent.
    But instead, he took his time and appreciated her body with his hands, his lips, kissed her neck, her breasts, worked his way down her stomach. He eased apart her thighs and while she would normally have been shy and suggested that wait until later, when they were more familiar, she let him put his mouth on her privatest place. Her inner harlot asked, What reason is there to say no? She had never felt so sexually liberated before.
    His lips were magic. His tongue teased and stroked and Emily couldn't believe she felt so close to orgasm already. He slid one finger and then two inside her and she almost lost it then.
    A moan escaped her throat and her fingers entwined in his silky hair.
    “Don't stop. Please don't stop,” she begged.
    Who are you? Old Emily attempted to ask, but New Emily smothered her question and rode the wave. She came, hard, and ripples of pleasure smashed her into the bed.
    She screamed, “Oh God!” It was the first time Emily had ever cried out during orgasm before, but she couldn't help it. Sex with Josh was good, but this was some plane of existence that went so far beyond good there must be a special name for it. And this was just foreplay.
    Rob kissed his way back to her breasts and Emily thought she would die when it sent aftershocks of need through her as his mouth suckled her nipples. She had no idea they could be so sensitive after an orgasm. Usually, she just came during sex and that was it. They rolled away from one another, cleaned up, and maybe snuggled for a few minutes before going to sleep. These new sensations assaulted her left and right and she felt completely out of control.
    After paying attention to her breasts, Rob kissed back up to her neck, sucking hard enough to make her think about hickeys but not so hard that she felt compelled to care. His mouth found hers again, and she didn't even think about where it had been, she just kissed him, passionately.
    She could feel the smooth flesh of his erection pushing into her pelvis. She wanted him. Now. She tilted her hips to give him access and he paused for just a moment to reach toward the nightstand.
    “I'm an Eagle Scout,” he said to her confused look. He opened the drawer and pulled out condoms. She laughed. She had never laughed during sex. Wasn't that supposed to be a sin, to laugh during sex, lest the man feel you were laughing at him? And yet, she was laughing. And he was laughing too.
    He rolled on a condom and just before he could show her more of his bedroom talents, there was a knock at the door. He smiled wide and she was puzzled. He looked at the clock.
    “Room service. We said we were going to eat at 7 a.m. They're very punctual here.”
    He got up from the bed, his erection still prominent, sporting the condom. He grabbed a fluffy white robe off the back of a chair and threw it over himself.
    “I'll be right back.”
    She had to laugh. Who walked out to greet room service still hard as a rock with a condom on? Apparently, Rob did. Oddly, it made her like him more.
    She could hear him talking quietly to the attendant, directing the guy to leave everything. He must have tipped the man and sent him on his way quickly, because within a minute or so, he was back in the bedroom.
    “Now, where were we?” He threw off the robe and resumed his position to make love to her. Once again, he was about ready to push inside, then his cell phone rang. It wasn't a standard ring, it was some 80's tune she couldn't place instantly. He touched his forehead to hers.
    “We can't catch a break right now. I have to get that. It's Jenna.” Ah. It was 867-5309/Jenny by Tommy Tutone.
    He rolled off her and, lying there with his erection still covered in the condom, she was about to mount him to make him forget Jenna, whoever that was. He must have seen her intent on her face, because he put up a finger to tell her to