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her scalp, sometimes biting, sometimes soothing.
    She gave his body’s movements free
rein as she grabbed onto his hard thighs to steady herself. His muscles bunched
beneath her fingers.
    Then suddenly he pulled free.
“Christ, I can’t hold off. You have to stop or I’m gonna lose it.”
    “I want you to come. In my mouth.
Please.”
    “Oh God.”
    She took that for a yes and drew
him back between her lips, back home, where she wanted him. Then he came,
crying out, holding himself deep as he poured inside her, trapping her head
against his belly, holding her with his legs.
    She drank every drop as it if were
wine. She memorized every jerk of his body, every sound falling from his lips.
    It was heaven. She learned it
wasn’t only her own orgasm she’d needed, but his. The sound of a man’s
pleasure, the rumble of his desire, the grip of his fingers in her hair as if
she were the only one who could wrench such a powerful reaction from him.
    She licked him clean as his throb
in her mouth died, then looked up at him.
    “Jesus Christ, Taylor, Jesus.” His
gaze was slightly unfocused and his breath rasped in his chest.
    Even on her knees, she felt
powerful. She felt wonderful. She felt like a woman.
    Then a car door banged.
    “Holy shit, it’s my mother.”
    Jace jerked away and began
buttoning his jeans. “Christ, your lipstick’s all over the place.”
    It was all over his mouth, too.
    Taylor rose as if she had all the
time in the world, as if they weren’t standing to the left of the kitchen
window, where, within a few seconds, Evelyn would be able to see them.
    As if she hadn’t just swallowed his
essence and loved it.
    She smiled, swiped her hand across
his mouth to wipe off the traces of her lipstick, then leaned close. “You
answer the door. I’ll just...freshen up.”
    “I can’t answer the door like
this.” Panic threaded his voice.
    She leaned back and tipped her
head. “Like what?”
    “Like—like I’ve been—”
    She wanted to laugh at his
wild-eyed look. “Like you just came in my mouth?” What they’d done made her
feel wild in a completely different way.
    “Shit, Taylor.”
    “She’s not going to know. You
answer the door and let me fix my lipstick.”
    Then she left him, scampering
across the living room.
    Lord. She hadn’t felt this good
in...well, in over three years.

Chapter Four
     
     
    His body still hummed. It was
seriously not a good feeling to have around his mother.
    But Jesus Christ, Jace wanted more
of Taylor. If his mother hadn’t arrived, he’d have dragged off Taylor’s shorts
and taken her right there on the kitchen floor. Then on the counter. Then
probably on the table, too.
    She’d blown his mind as well as his
body. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Taylor on her knees before
him. Jesus. His brother’s wife. The feelings he had for her were so damn wrong.
Yet what she’d done felt so damn right.
    His hand shook slightly as he
opened the door, and he’d only just gotten his breathing under control. “Hey,
Mom, I’m fixing Taylor’s faucet. She’s back in her office, I think.”
    His mom looked him over, as if he
were fifteen and trying to sneak out of the house with one of his dad’s beers.
    “Hi, Mom.” Taylor’s smile was
cheery and her lipstick perfect, but the soft pink glow of lovemaking still
tinged her skin. He hadn’t tasted her nipples or the sweet flesh between her
thighs. He hadn’t had near enough of her. Nowhere freaking near enough. But
dammit, he couldn’t have more. He wouldn’t.
    Looking from him to Taylor, his mom
finally said, “You forgot the time cards when you rushed off earlier.”
    Taylor tapped her forehead. “Silly
me. You didn’t have to bring them, I could have come back.” She held out her
hand.
    “I had to go out for some envelopes
anyway.”
    “You want some coffee? I made a
fresh pot for Jace. He fixed the faucet for me. It was a washer and didn’t need
the whole thing replaced.”
    His mother