Secret Desire(32)
“I’ve got you.” He growled and found her clit, swirling his finger up and over and around until she cried out. He plunged his finger into her again, giving her exactly what she desired.
The pleasure was immediate and shocking, her orgasm hitting hard and quick. She didn’t expect to be thrown up and over a wall, into a place that was boundless as the sea. He set her free. She clung to him, aware that his arm was around her waist. He kissed her temple and cheek. He slid his mouth down her neck. She was perspiring. She bowed her head onto his shoulder and felt the long rigid length of him against her. He was more than erect, yet he’d not taken his pleasure.
“Claire, baby.” His ragged voice, heavy with desire, sang a song to her spirit. She hugged him and kissed his lips, salty from her sweat.
Claire rested her head on his arm and met the eyes of his dog, tail wagging, and the red ball in his mouth. She laughed. “We’ve got a company.”
Without letting go of her, he swung his head over hers, brushing his lips over her forehead. “He’s probably wondering what in tarnation is going on.”
“Do you wonder?”
“No. I’m overjoyed. I don’t want to push you. I can’t say it enough. I know these days must be a difficult time in your life, having to cope with this all on your own.”
“I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we’re together. This isn’t some frantic escape from grief. We’ve known each other too long for that. You’ve been my friend for so long, only you could understand what I’m feeling.”
“I want to be more than a friend.”
“You are.”
He kissed her again. A hot and lazy embrace placing a hold on her, totally commanding her to join him, and she followed. He wrapped his hands in her hair and kissed her as if there were no end in sight. Her legs wobbled and she clung to him. He finished with a trail of sweet kisses along her jaw.
“Still on for dinner?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Murray.” They separated, and she immediately missed the feel of him against her.
He looked over to Jasper and raised his brow. “Give it here.”
He wanted her, she could hear it, feel it, but he was giving her space, time to adjust to the change in their relationship. He threw the ball again and ran his hand through his hair. He smiled and his gaze roamed over her in a way that made her go weak.
“Until later.” She tilted her chin up, and he kissed her firmly, as if sealing some sort of deal. He squeezed her body before letting go again. He started to walk her out of the barn.
“Really, I’m fine. You go back to what you were doing.”
“I doubt I’ll be able to concentrate.” He grinned at her. She returned his smile then walked backward for a few steps.
“See you soon.” She turned away and had to fight to keep from giggling like a girl. God, was this really happening? Her fantasy of Dustin shifted into reality, making her body sizzle again just by thinking of him. She’d played this scene over and over. Dustin taking her in this very erotic spot. She groaned at the memory of his perfect body in the barn.
She couldn’t put away her romantic notions and was holding out for an over-the-top first time. She imagined when they made love tonight, their first time would be in a big soft bed after being so turned on neither could wait another day. Hot, yes, but with romance so heady to make her heart weep with pleasure…him seducing her and she beguiling him. She wanted to feel the chase, at least the first time.
She floated across the yard. Her whole being tingled. She wanted to sing. Her soul was ready to sigh. Her heart was melting.
Claire glanced back from the gate. Dustin had waited for her to cross the yard. He waved and then turned back to the barn. In a moment, she could hear he’d returned to pounding on the bike, and then his whistle floated across the yard. The sound filled her with a yearning to go back, to forget her plan to clean out the kitchen. Claire’s heart pounded, clip clopping, loud and swift beats already seeing the scene unfold of what might happen tonight between them.
* * *
She finished cleaning out the refrigerator and cabinets. She made piles along the counter and used the kitchen table to further separate out items. Some were keepers and some she set out for donation. The rest she bagged and boxed and moved to the porch. She wheeled out the garbage can to the driveway and filled the can with the perishable contents of the refrigerator. Only a couple of bottles of wine and juice as well as coffee, canned goods, and sugar remained. Not even Fran could argue with how well she’d taken care of removing and cleaning the contents of the kitchen.
She glanced down at her watch. Four forty-five. She’d let the time get away from her. Dustin probably thought she’d show up as usual. Wet hair, no makeup and some wrinkled outfit. Well, not tonight. She walked inside and made a beeline for the bathroom. She ran water into the tub, deciding she’d take a bath. She luxuriated in bubbles, taking little time to truly relax but enough to get squeaky clean. Finally she stood before the mirror, combing her hair and tried to envision what she’d wear.