Free Hidden Fire, Kobo by Terry Odell Page A

her own stuffed Binky. He gave one final
wriggle, as if proving to himself she was real, and she knew he slept. As it
always had, his touch melted any remaining tension and she followed him down.
But on the way, her own thoughts danced.
    She'd known him to go without sleep before.
She'd known he'd had cases that burrowed their way under his skin, but he'd
always separated his life from his job. What was it about this case that
corkscrewed through his professional wall?
     

Chapter Six
     
    The scent of peaches trickled through
Randy's senses. His nose twitched and he inhaled deeply. Sarah? Her warm body
pressed against him. Real this time, not a dream. His groin tightened and he
balanced on the hazy boundary between sleep and wakefulness, not wanting to
relinquish either.
    His hand slid down to her breast, content
to cup its soft mass.
    "Mmm," she murmured, rubbing
her chest against his hand.
    His thumb drew lazy circles around her
areola and she gave one of her soft whimpers of pleasure, angling her hips
tighter against him. Wriggling enough to bring his cock to full attention.
    Was she any more awake than he was?
Half-asleep sex was good, but he wanted to enjoy her. Wanted her to enjoy him.
He thumbed her pebbled nipple as he raised an eyelid enough to read the clock.
Four. Lots of time.
    He nuzzled her neck and she tilted her
head, giving him access to the spot below her ear. He kissed her there, tasted
her. Her whimpers increased to quiet moans. He traced the line of her jaw with
a forefinger, but she found his hand and replaced it on her breast.
    While he continued his nipple
exploration, she reached behind her, between them, and stroked his erection.
His balls contracted as desire filled him and her fingers roamed down there,
then back to his cock, twirling around its head, spreading the drops of
moisture. Then slowly down his length again, over his balls and to his inner
thighs. Her touch tormented and delighted.
    He lifted her thigh enough to slide his
penis between her legs. Moist heat welcomed him and Sarah closed her thighs
around him. Denying him entrance, teasing, she moved her hips as if he were
inside her.
    God, he could come just from that. But
not alone. He abandoned her breast and reached over her mound, seeking her nub.
He found it, wet and swollen. He rubbed tiny circles with his finger, driving
her higher and higher until she raised her hip and guided him inside. Slick,
tight, hot. For him.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Sarah contracted her inner muscles and
see-sawed her hips until Randy became part of her. Thick, smooth, hot. For her.
    Without opening her eyes, she knew it was
still night. One she wanted to enjoy awhile longer. She slowed her movements
and stayed Randy's hand.
    "Guess you're awake," she said.
"Or is it only Mister Smiley?"
    Warm breath caressed her ear. "Both
of us."
    "Turn over, both of you."
    He gripped her waist and began to roll.
    "Not that way," she said. "I
want to see you. Mister Smiley can be on his own for a couple of seconds."
    The connection broken, she turned and
flung one knee over his torso, straddling him. She took his hands and placed
them on her breasts. "You have enough strength to work more than one part
of you at a time?"
    In response, he pinched her nipples. "God,
Sarah, I missed you. Both of us missed you. All of you."
    The only possible answer, she knew, given
the circumstances. Was it Randy speaking, or the testosterone? The tiniest
niggling doubt appeared. Who was she kidding? Right now, she wanted the
pleasure as much as he did. What he really wanted, what she really wanted
beyond this moment could wait. She turned off that part of her brain and inched
backward toward his hips.
    She rubbed her slick channel over his
erection, rebuilding her arousal. His fingers on her breasts matched her
rhythm, kneading, massaging. He drew her against him and sucked one nipple while
his thumb made rapid circles on the other.
    Forward and back, she slid along his
length. She caressed his