A Forever Love(34)

He pulled his tongue from her and stroked up, the tip dancing across her clit. A soft stroke, featherlight, and her body tightened. She was close to the edge. His lips circled her clit and sucked, the hot rich taste of her on his tongue. He circled and teased and licked some more.

“Oh my God,” Aubrey whispered. Tiny shrieks of pleasure burst from her mouth. He pressed two fingers deep into her sex, and her body convulsed around him over and over again. Her orgasms rolled through her body with each tremble, and her hands clasped him and pulled him up over her body.

“Please, oh my God, Justin, please, I want you inside me.”

He pulled her up and sat on the couch, then drew her leg over his and positioned her above him. He kissed her breast, rolling her nipple in his mouth. She was on her knees above him, the wet of her sex, the heat of her sex, pressing against the tip of his cock. He was so ready to thrust up into her but wanted her to take the pleasure she needed as she needed it.

“No, but we need—Justin?”

“No, we don’t.”

“But last time?” Her words filled with heat and want and desire.

“It can’t happen again.”

With those words, he hitched his hips upward, and she slammed down onto his cock. Her head rolled back. She drew up over his shaft slowly, her sex squeezing him all the way up to the tip.

“Oh Aubrey, God, for years I’ve thought about you and this and us and—my God.”

Again she slid down his throbbing cock, spearing her body on top of him, her pussy squeezing tight around him. He didn’t have long. The tightness in his back built, and the control he’d held was slipping from him. He placed his arms on her back and leaned forward, taking them both to the floor and the plush rug before the fireplace.

Beneath him now, she gazed into his eyes. Her face was pure beauty. He pulled back and pressed into her body, hip deep. He watched her face. The soft vulnerability, the pleasure, her gaze locked with his. Her eyes and his said everything that words could not say. This together. There had been nothing like this for either of them ever.

Control slipped through his fingers like loose sand. A deep throbbing sensation clasped his back. He pressed deep into her body, again and again and again. The rhythm nearly lost, the control gone, skin slapping against skin. The heat, the desire, the want, the need to fall over the edge with her pushed him deeper and harder into Aubrey.

“Oh my God Justin, I’m going to come.” She wrapped her legs tightly around his back and her arms around his neck and held onto him as he pulsed deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Aubrey.” With one final roar of her name, come jetted from his balls, a white-hot force that throbbed from his cock and coated Aubrey’s insides. Together they fell over the edge.





Chapter 11




Morning came early at Rockwater Farms. Morning came before dawn. The cattle, the sheep, the chickens—even Scout was awake long before the sun rose over the horizon. Aubrey opened her eyes. There was little light in the room. The faint outline of the cotton sheers lazily drifted in front of an open window, the breeze bringing the smell of damp earth and wet air.

Late-night dinner service rarely prevented her from waking when she heard the first lowing of the cows on their way to be milked and the crowing of the rooster. A long, deep breath and the scent of sex and the musk of warm, sleepy man filled her nose. She turned her head to see the outline of Justin’s body. He lay flopped on his belly with one arm thrown protectively over her body as though he owned her. Quite possibly he did own her.

Hadn’t she dreamed of him often? Hadn’t she failed to find a relationship since her night with Justin? Hadn’t she not had sex in nearly fifteen years? She closed her eyes. How had she failed to have sex in fifteen years? Even Nina and Cassidy had both tried to “get her laid,” as they said. But she’d been busy, consumed, unimpressed by the potential suitors Hudson had offered up to her. Why settle? She never settled. Now, with Justin beside her, she remembered why she’d been unable to accept anyone else. Last night he’d caused her to shiver with uncontrollable pleasure and shriek his name and writhe and claw and fly to the greatest heights over and over.

Justin Travati, in two nights, one fifteen years before and now again, had ruined her. Absolutely and irrevocably ruined her for other men. Now what would she do? Wait another fifteen years?

For a face like that? Maybe. That jaw. Those lips. His arm that, even relaxed and in slumber, was cut and rounded with the muscles of a man who took good care of his body. Of course he did. All the Travati brothers were a bit vain. A bit too caught up in themselves for their own good.